Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 36: Back to N.Y.]

Lucian’s POV

My eyes were suddenly stinging and my throat felt like it was closing up. All I wanted was to be on my own and cry. And I couldn’t even escape to the bathroom for a few minutes because the seatbelt sign had been turned on. So I just sighed and buckled my seatbelt, while focusing on holding back my tears. I looked down at my phone and then held down the power button, turning it off so Trisha couldn’t contact me again. As far as I was concerned, that phone was going to stay turned off forever. A businessman sat next to me and thankfully didn’t say anything the entire flight. Sure, if I was in a better mood I would have thought he was being rude. But for those seven hours, I appreciated no one attempting to make small talk with me.

When I finally arrived I realized that I was going to have to turn my phone back on so I could call for a car. The agency always provided a car service for their employees. Before my phone had fully reloaded, I had the number dialed and was calling the car company. While I was on the phone to the guy, my phone was beep-ing, signaling that I had texts and voicemails waiting, but I ignored it. And as soon as I had sorted out a car, I turned my phone on silent. I would have turned it off, but I needed it on in case the driver couldn’t find me or something. My hand was itching to open the texts that she had sent me, but I wouldn’t let myself. I had to stop myself from caring about anything that Trisha did. About fifteen minutes later a black car pulled up in front of me and the driver climbed out.

“Mr. Sidorov?” The man said.

I just nodded and went over to the car. The driver opened the door for me and I nodded in thanks before climbing in and settling myself on the backseat. I had my bag next to me and I threw my phone in there so the temptation wasn’t so strong. Just over eleven hours after I walked out of Trisha’s and mine apartment, I finally got back to mine. Just looking up at the building depressed me, because I knew that she wasn’t in there. It didn’t feel like home anymore. Home was with Trisha. I sighed and grabbed my bag and paid the driver before I went inside. The security guard behind the desk smiled and nodded at me, and I returned it, but otherwise I ignored him and went straight to the lift. I just wanted to shut myself in my bedroom for the next millennia.

I dug my keys out from the bottom of my bag and opened my front door. My apartment smelt stale and unlived in, but I guess that was to be expected. I cracked several windows open, locked the front door and then went back to my bedroom and flopped down on my bed. The good thing was that I no longer had the urge to cry. No, I’d gone passed that. All I wanted now was to sleep and wake up in the morning withherin my arms. But that wasn’t happening. I sighed and squeezed my eyes tight before rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in my pillow. I’d phone Christopher tomorrow and tell him I was back. But right now, I was going to lay in bed and wallow in my misery.