A Perfect Life Without You (Ongoing)

Chapter 11: With Or Without You

Do you ever feel empty, and don't know what to do? Like a trashcan that's been used and abused, constantly getting thrown shit at. - Yeah, me too.

And I blame Orion Davidson.

You can too if you want.

I want to scream, cry and laugh. I want to sleep and stay awake for eternity. How can one person feel all of this at once? It shouldn't be possible, one should have exploded from all the unbearable emotions. Emotions are such an unnecessary burden anyway. Just a lot of crap. Still, we humans feel every single one of them. Though, I strongly believe that the man currently carrying me out of the cafe has a very limited emotional range. Which mainly consists of anger and stress, I've figured.

"Put me down, asshole."  I sneered, hanging uncomfortably over his broad shoulder. When we reached Orion's car he put me gently down to my surprise.

I patiently looked at him, waiting for him to speak. His stare lingers on me, burning me with two breathtaking eyes. Not a single word came out of his plump lips. I wanted to talk, but I couldn't. My eyes are watering, and my throat feels like closing. The thought of Arnold's death hitting me once again. I crossed my arms awkwardly and leaned slightly on his car, looking away from his analyzing stare.

"Let me look at that." Orion said, as he walked to me and took ahold of the hand I used to punch Phillip with. He brushed his warm fingers against my skin, and yet again, butterflies invaded my stomach. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he studied my hand carefully. I quickly retracted it, and in return I received a questionable look from him. "It's Nothing. Look at your own hand." I said, suggesting to his blood covered knuckles.

He ignored his injured hand, paying no attention to the damage. "You really shouldn't have hit Phillip. You caused an even bigger scene than it had to be, and now people will talk about this for weeks. This can ruin my business image, and not to mention wreck my deals." He raised his voice, getting angry.

"Yeah sure, blame me! Obviously, I was the one who threatened to stab my own brothers eyes out. You probably broke his whole jaw for god's sake."

"Let's hope I fucking broke his ability to speak." Orion mumbles with an unnecessary eye roll.

I glared at him and asked. "Why was your brother stalking me in the first place? It's like he knows my whole life history. What does he want with me?" I was not able to hide my concern.

Honestly, I can't deny the truth that I feared for Phillip's intentions. Having someone stalking you is not the most pleasant experience in the world. Especially, to think that it went completely unnoticed by me. I have this undeniable feeling that he only wishes me ill.

Orion sighted Heavily and shook his head. "I don't know. He's most likely going to ruin your life, and hunt the living hell out of you." Orion suddenly pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. "Ruin it more than it already is." He quickly added after inhaling a heavy drag. I rolled my eyes of his rude comment.

"I didn't know that you smoked?" I cringed from the intoxicating scent that invaded my body. I can't stand the smell of cigarettes, it brings back awful memories. My grandfather smoked a deadly number of cigarettes when I lived with him. Ever since then I want to throw up by the smell of it.

"I don't." Orion said as he kept inhaling and exhaling.

"Clearly you do." I snapped obviously.

"Rarely." He said, blowing a cloud of smoke in my face. I coughed and tried to wave the steam away. I brought my hand up to his lips and threw the cigarette to the ground. I stomped my heel on it, putting it out.