As much hate Is to love

Chapter 11 - Deal with it

TW! Mention of IED (Intermittent explosive disorder).

                                    Andre

The car ride back was shit. And not just the car ride. The whole wedding was. Hugo and Nyla cheated on each other, Celiné beat the crap out of Hugo. Whilst having an outburst and ended up scratching me. And last. If I didn't come in time, she would have escaped through the window.

As much as I needed a wife. Well. I was forced to. By my father. That's the only reason I 'bought' Celiné. But it's not so easy to have an eye on someone that is, and going to lash out if you don't put a leash on them. And by that person. Celiné.

I'm driving since Daniella is tipsy as fuck and drunk out of her mind. Nyla may or have, given her too many blue margaritas. But partly because Danni can't drive either way. And at least I can have eye on Hothead. Since she's sitting in passenger seat. Beside me.

But damn, her hands hurt. I mean it kinda stings for it just being 'scratches'. But it left a red line. Which I'm not surprised of, the girl got her strength from Maverick.

Prick.

But right now, she's leaning on the car window as angry, dry tears stream down her cheeks. Her hair is tangled as her brown locks are curled up and frizzed. Showing typical Celiné. On the other hand, she's fidgeting.

Her hands are clawed together as she klicks and rubs on them, and her leg shaking. While her face shows pure anger. Eyes down, tired and mouth twitched to the side.

My knuckles grip firmly around the steering wheel, focusing on the road. As Diego and Nicolas try to figure out how to sober Danni up.

"Yeah. Andre, we'll be taking Danni to her place and sober her up. She got too much to drink." Diego states as he glares at Daniella's state.

Nicolas chimes in, laughing while saying.

"That's going to be on hand of a hangover. Yup, she's fucked when she wakes up" He grins.

I look through the rear view mirror as I huff.

"Take care of her. Don't do any stupid shit" I flare at them as I, for a second glare at Celiné's unamused expression as she stares ahead. This is really going to be one hell of a night.

~𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹~

Diego and Nicolas carry a drunk Daniella as they step out of the car. Diego groaning as she sits on his back. While Nicolas glances towards me, then back at Celiné.

Mouthing, 'good luck' before slamming the door shut. As the others disappear into the shed of rain. I make sure they make it to the door before driving off.

My hands grasp the wheel tighter as I start to drive again. Celiné's anger boiling within.

Over the past four weeks I've noticed a couple of things. Partly that we both are kinda 'similar' in a way. But mostly because we both keep that voice in our head.

You know? That little voice that wants to take control sometimes. Maybe it's stronger with her. Whenever she feels a powerful emotion it relapses with anger. Making her lash out. But a big part is due to her condition.