Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 28: Problems]

Lucian’s POV

Before I even knew it, four months had passed. And I had yet to get bored of Trisha. Quite the opposite, really. The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to stay in Canada to be with her. Christopher had started phoning me almost every day, trying to get me to come home.

“There’s this new kid, Maxie, who’s good.” Christopher said, his threat falling on deaf ears, as I was watching Trisha drawing, something that I just found so captivating. “He’s getting all the good jobs, Lucian. And if you don’t get your face back on the scene, you’re not going to have anything left.”

I frowned and turned my attention away from Trisha and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I didn’t want her hearing this and thinking that she was keeping me from my career. I knew she’d feel guilty, and I didn’t want that.

“Look, Christopher…” I said calmly. “I know you’re just looking out for me, and I appreciate it, I do. It’s just… There’s something about Trisha. I…I care about her. A lot. And I don’t want to risk losing her.”

“You’re going to have to make a decision, Lucian.” Christopher sighed. “It’s either her, or your career. I can’t keep stalling for you. Do you realize how hard it is to convince the company to wait a couple months ‘til you’re back from you little holiday? They’re not going to wait forever.”

“I know…” I said, kind of snappily, but I was sick of being told the same thing over and over. “I know, Christopher. I…I’m trying, I’m thinking, I just…” I trailed off with a sigh.

I wanted to tell him that I would be coming back over the next few weeks, but I just couldn’t. Whenever I considered the idea of leaving Trisha, such an intense pain stabbed at my heart and I couldn’t function properly. So I knew I couldn’t leave. If we were separated by an ocean… I don’t think I could survive. To be honest, I didn’t know how I’d survived up until then. The first twenty-seven years of my life seemed suddenly hollow and empty, they’d been void of all that Trisha brings to my life.

“I’ll get back to you, okay?” I said and I heard Christopher just mumble something before he hung up the phone.

I sighed and left the room and headed back over to where Trisha was sitting at the kitchen table over her portfolio. I smiled softly and leant against the door frame. Thoughts of how I might tell her that I was leaving entered my mind, but it terrified me, so I stopped trying to think about it. She looked up then and smiled warmly at me. My heart melted at that smile and it hit me like a freight train. I loved her. That’s why I didn’t want to leave, that’s why I wasn’t bored of her yet, that’s why I hated the way Alex looks at her. I loved Trisha.

“What?” She asked self-consciously and I realized I’d been staring at her.

I smiled and shook my head, crossing the room to place a light kiss to her lips.

“Nothing,” I smiled. “What do you want for dinner?” She looked at me for a second before smiling and joining me in preparing a meal for us.

The following day, there was a knock on the door while she was at work. I frowned slightly, as no one had come over when I’d been here on my own before. I hesitated but then figured there was no harm in answering the door. Once the door was opened, my eyes widened. The last person I was expecting to see was standing in the doorway.

“Um, Trisha isn’t here.” I told Alex who smiled.

“I know, I came to see you.” He said and I frowned in confusion.