Dollface

Part 77

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Simon's Pov
Unable to think clearly, I fall to my knees in the shower and for the first time a sob shakes my body. Shit, shit, shit. Is all I can think. The only thing I ever cared about, the only true happiness I ever felt, torn to pieces. I swore to protect her... but I failed.

I stand back up, the churning of my stomach becoming more and more overwhelming to the point where I can't breathe, my chest and lungs beginning to expand rapidly until my throat is dry, my mind corrupted and swirling like a storm, steering me further and further away from reality.

Before I knew it, my already injured fist was pounding on the glass shower doors. They shatter, clatter, and startle me abruptly from my screams, staring at the obliterated pile of glass, eyes bulging in shock. All I can hear is the sound of my steady breaths and the running water from the shower.

I can't keep my anger inside me any longer. I've lost all control. I can't imagine what they're doing to her because it will only turn me into a living flame.

And so I get out of the shower and put on the clothes that were provided to me, white shirts, black pants and black shoes. I'm annoyed, this guy seems to be really obsessed with those two colors.

I run my shaking fingers through my damp hair and stare at myself in the mirror. I can't do this for long, I think I've exceeded my breaking point so much that it seems long gone. I find myself staring too long until I start blaming myself for all of this and it was only a matter of time before I lose my anger completely.

As I open the bathroom door, I come across a woman with flawless skin, dark hair and brown eyes, her curls twisting in different directions, thought it suited her well.

I don't say anything, the woman is stubborn and also almost unimpressed.

?: I'm Farah.

She says firmly.

F: I'm assigned to be your partner.

Immediately I start walking away.

S: I don't need a partner.

I reply, giving her my back, Farah isn't offended. I guess she thought I would act like that. I could see in her eyes that she heard me crying, and from the way she looked at me, I wasn't what she expected. Like she didn't think I was a guy who would cry in the shower because my girlfriend was kidnapped.

F: I don't care what she needs. I'm just here to help you and get your little girlfriend back. She seems very important to you, and my boss owes you. So let's put the differences aside for now, Riley. You just want that stupid little girl back, we get it.

I turn around abruptly, clenching my jaw and snapping at her face in anger.

S: If you insult her I'll rip your body in half. You don't even fucking care about talking about her, I know everyone thinks I'm fucking fragile right now but you're horribly wrong, I won't think twice about it.
F: Harsh.

She whispers, immediately smirking.

F: But not hard enough to get rid of me.

I glare at her angrily before turning around and ignoring her words. I don't care about her, or what her orders were, she's annoying me and I just want to be alone.

F: I have a mission, you have a goal, we can get this over with if we just work together. But I'll talk to you later, you obviously want to be alone.

Alone. No, I really want Isa here to tell me that I didn't make a mistake taking her away from her father, that my selfish desires aren't the reason she's in danger and I'm standing in Arizona, thousands of miles away from her.

I clench my jaw and head out to make plans. In a few minutes we'll all be sitting around a round table.

?: Okay, first of all-

The man who had the misfortune of running into me earlier rubs his scar before slamming his hand on the desk and staring at me.

?: I should probably clarify for you, Riley, that my name is Marcus, but to you it's Mr. Vailer.

Marcus Vailer. So we're finally meeting. I say sarcastically in my head, knowing he's trying to kill me after all this time, I didn't even know his name.

V: Is that clear enough for you?

I run my tongue over my teeth and glare at him, but I don't answer.

V: Alright, alright, now let's get down to business. Two hours ago we hit up an Adam's place in Hollywood. It's right around the corner, Simon.

Vailer assures me with a cocky chuckle.

V: Don't shit your pants yet, but! We're not here to make fun of Simon for his feelings, it's totally fine to feel things, are any of you scared? Really, are any of you scared to go on this mission? That's a real question.

Farah rolls her eyes, and I watch her closely, slowly starting to agree with her clear dislike for him. Vailer mimics, one of the men raising his hand.

?: I am.

He mutters, causing Vailer to stare at him blankly and then spit out a laugh.

V: You fucking pussy!

He accuses loudly.

V: Seriously, you're ridiculous! What the hell? Why are you here, buddy? Why?
S: Just keep going!

I yell angrily, having had enough of this.

V: Keep your voice down, you little shit. I'm not done here yet.

He replies, turning back to the stunned man who has admitted his fear.

V: Seriously? Seriously, are you scared? What are you going to do if you get shot?
F: Marcus. Please, Mission.

Weird. Vailer is extremely strange. For someone who is very sadistic in the head, he is quite humorous. Cruel humor, that's it.

V: Okay, just don't be afraid, fear is the most powerful emotion of all. It's commercialized, felt as a necessity, we all live in fear, fear of not being good enough, of having enough, of learning enough. Fear is the creator of all things.