IT hurt her wrist to knock on his door, but she had to do something- anything.
Alexander Blaed was her father, everyone knew that. Everyone knew he was a great businessman. Everyone knew he was rich. He was bound to be invited to the blood ball.
"Yes, Alice?" He asked. She knew he was trying to put on a face that shown he wasn't hopeful, but he most certainly was.
"Can I speak with you?" She said. For some reason those words reminded her of David's and that made her cringe, but he nodded and let her in.
He walked behind his desk and sat in the large chair that stood there. He slid a few papers out of the way and clapped his fingers together.
"What is it you wanted to say Alice?"
Alice took a deep breath. "An apology."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Go on."
"I- I shouldn't have reacted that way." You should've, she told herself. "It was wrong of me. I just-" Alice felt the tears spring in her eyes. In order to tell a lie you must tell some truth afterall. "I miss mom. And it's always been hers. In a way, I thought it'd never be anyone else's."
"Not even Nathaniel?" He asked, it seemed genuine, so she didn't get too upset by it.
"No, I guess I didn't think even his wife would deserve it." He listened, not interrupting her. "So I guess I'll never be too happy about it, you know. So." Alice realized the ring lay on his desk. Her heart dropped. She hadn't made Victoria leave. She hated her, but not that much.
"Continue Alice," he said, straight faced.
"I, um. Its her right to wear it, is what I'm saying, technically." He nodded, picking up the ring and inspecting it before looking at Alice, his daughter.
"Thank-you, dear."
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Alice hadn't technically gotten what she'd come for - a yes or no answer that they were going to the blood ball, but that was one step closer.
Alice opened her drawer, looking at the folded napkin at the bottom. She was scared to call him. Could he track where she was calling from? Was he going to kill her?
Yes. He would. If she didn't get him into that ball. Alice let out a shakey breath. Her fingers found the buttons on the phone and she held it to her ear, twisting the cord around her finger.
Each second no one answered sent more anxiety through her.
Pick up, pick up.
Why did she feel so anxious about him not picking up? Shouldn't she want him not to?
Alice couldn't do it anymore and set it down. She reached deep into her closet and grabbed the box. She picked through it until her fingers grasped around a lighter and a cigarette.
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The Thieves Of Our Time
Romance[a story of crime and the grief that caused it] Alice is rich, and her father has made sure of that. After a horrible fight with him, though, she drives away to her safe spot - an abandoned building on the questionable side of town. There, Alice ne...
