My Unfortunate Fairytale with the Son of a Mafia Boss- ON HOLD!!!!

Chapter 36

Darien's POV:

I don't know how long i had been in that room with Shane, but all i knew was that i wanted to get out of there. Get away from the man who no longer resembled a man after what i had done to him. 

I pounded my fist against the steel door, trying to ignore the fact that my hands left bloody prints all over the polished metal. 

When the door swung open, i pushed past my sister not even giving her a second glance. "Darien-" she called grabbing my arm, her eyes filled with worry and slight horror. 

I could only imagine what i must of looked to her, covered in all that blood. "dump him at a hospital well within the city. The farther the better." i muttered, pulling my arm out of her grasp before i staggered up the basement steps.

I knew eve would listen to what i had said. she knew the consequences if we dropped Shane at a hospital to close to our house. There would be only one place the cops would stop indefinitly, and what we wanted the least amount of all at the moment was surveillance. 

My mind barely comprehended where i was going before i realized i had stepped into the kitchen. There was only one thing i wanted from here and that wasn't food. I opened the cupboards one by one, searching for the one thing that would drown out the images that flooded my mind, of the cries that still echoed in my head.

The last cabinet on the left had exactly what i needed. i grabbed a large bottle of my dad's favorite whisky and not bothering to pour myself a bottle, unskrewed the top and gulped the amber liquid down like it was orange juice. 

Salara's POV:

I couldn't help but replay the way Darien had jumped out of the car right after we had gotten back from the club. the way he had shouted orders to Tim and a few others before disappearing down a side door, back rigid and hands fisted like he was going to punch anyone who got into his way.

his reaction worried me, and i began to mull over as i sat on the edge of our bed, why i was so affected by it. On the way to the room i had barreled Tim with questions but all he did was lead me into the bedroom and close the door without a single answer.

So far it had been a solid 2 and half hours and Darien still hadn't shown up, and the longer he was away the more agitated i got. My mind flashed back to the guy in the restaurant, the one who had clearly rattled Darien and Evelyn.

For some reason i couldn't help but wonder if he had anything to do with this situation. One moment i was thinking about Darien the next i was jolting awake from something shattering into a bundle of tiny pieces. 

I hadn't even realized i had fallen asleep as i looked around the room groggily my sight still alittle blury. when my eyes had adjusted i heard some rough cursing coming from the bathroom. 

I stumbled from the bed, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes when Darien tumbled out of the bathroom, landing on the ground with a thud. 

I ran to his side, surprised that Darien could even fall at all. He was always so perfectly put  together, cool and collected. I grabbed a hold of his arm and helped him to his feet, all the while him grumbling somethings under his breath. 

"Darien, what the hell hap-" i stopped short when Darien locked gazes with me. "i-is that blood?" i managed to ask stiffly, my voice wavering as i took in the bloody sight Darien had become.

He looked like he had just stepped out of a horror movie. Blood coated his hands to his elbows, droplets splattered all over his blue dress shirt and pants. His hair was falling into his eyes and his skin was aghostly white.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." he muttered, pulling himself away from me. He stumbled again, his eyes still locked with mine, and that's when i realized he was holding onto an almost empty bottle of whisky.  

Dariens' POV:

Her face had become completely white, she looked like she had just seen someone die. My stomach churned inside my chest, making me feel sick.

Look what i have become. I am my father. I am a... monster. i turned my back on Salara, hating that i so rightly deserved every emotion of disgust and repulsion she might feel raging on within her. 

I had to get out of there but just as i moved to step away a warm hand touched my shoulder. The touch made me feel stronger, like everything was going to be all right. 

"Darien.. talk to me" She whispered, her voice soft and soothing. i shook my head, my eyes beginning to burn with my own self hatred. 

"i am a monster. Monsters don't deserve kindness." i muttered dejectedly the alcohol sending my emotions all over the place.

"Darien you are not a monste-" she assured, just as i turned around, grabbing a hold of her and shoving her up against a wall.

"DON'T!" i growled,  my hands roughly gripping her shoulders and neck. "don't tell me what i am!" i glared, watching as her beautiful eyes filled with a fear i had promised myself i would never cause again.

I stood there with my hands holding her roughly before my anger seeped away and i realized what i was doing. 

I released her as if i had been burned, and indeed i thought i had been. That look of fear in Salara's eyes was enough to make even the very core of me, hurt with a pain I hadn't felt before. 

I stumbled backwards my eyes running over my hands in horror, seeing the blood coating my skin. But at that moment i didn't see Shane's blood i saw Evelyn's. I saw my mothers and last of all. I saw Salara's.

"I'm sorry" i choked out, my voice breaking as i dropped to my knees. "i'm so sorry." i repeated hot tears falling down my cheeks as i put my head in my hands, letting all my pain out and the sorrow of my crimes to wash right over me.