Author's note; It is recommended that you watch the video above before reading this chapter.
Michael
Do you know the feeling when you're about to cry, but you try to stop the tears from falling? The vivid redness that appears on the apples of your cheeks, the way your head shakes violently, almost abnormally, at the pressure you're putting on yourself. The loud ringing sound in your ears from the straining, and the quick, irregular breaths you take as if you'd been running?
That for me is one of the worst feelings in the world.
Because when you do let it out, your head throbs and you continue to shake, as it's now useless. It's like a punishment for letting down the guard they eroded through.
Stumbling through my door with trembling legs and no stance, not because of alcohol, because of pain. I took my seat on the couch and decided to think, but I couldn't. I put my all into one thought, and that one thought didn't go away.
I opened the door to my bedroom, flicked the light switch and gasped to find Neveah in my bed, only sheets covering her. No clothes, nothing.
"V-Veah, what are you doing?" I asked, as she pulled me towards her by my jacket.
I didn't get a reply, but instead she crashed her lips onto mine, removing my jacket and loosening my tie,
And before I could protest, a newfound lust took over my body, leaving me complying with every swift movement.
Though as soon as it happened, as I felt her breath hitch on my neck, I had the most regret.
*
I was awoken with an abrupt knock! At my apartment door, and sat up, rubbing my forehead.
"Not this again," I groaned sleepily, taking note of Neveah's sleeping body beside me. There was another tap at the door and I stood from my bed, my legs still unable to function properly.
I looked up at the clock hanging above the doorframe and my eyes widened, it was almost five in the evening and I'd slept the whole day.
Fantastic.
I opened the door and arched an eyebrow at who stood before me, though he did the same.
"First her, now you? Jesus, I know you're heartbroken but pull yourself together, look at you,"
I shook my head, "I had a rough night, Estello. Cut the crap,"
"You're too alike. A rough night hmm? I told her not to let you stay long,"
"No, I wasn't wi- Why are you here?"
"Club Noir. Be there at 7, on the dot if you will. I've got a seat at the front, and I reserved one for you too. Thought it'd be fun, you know, as a reward for what you did yesterday,"
"Fun? Reward, w-what?" I asked erratically, frowning in confusion at his offer, though I was intrigued, "Is she going to be there?"
He chuckled, "I mean, not exactly,"
Not exactly?
"Are you coming, because I could easily give your seat away to someone else like like that," He snarled, clicking his finger to emphasise on how long 'that' was. And it wasn't long at all.
"I'll be there," I grumbled, my heart pounding for a reason I'm unsure of.
"Good, good," He droned the last word, smirking, "Prepare yourself, Jackson. This night will be simply full of surprises,"
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