A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 26

****Kira***

The doors parted and I hurried in with Max following me, trying to get to me. I slammed my thumb against the "G" button and hit it rapidly, as Max was barreling down the hall.

I couldn't breathe, let alone speak, and I didn't have it in me to talk to him. He looked as broken as I had felt,  when I stopped him from coming any closer.

I needed to go home. I just needed to escape Chase Industries and catch my breath. The band of pain surrounding my chest was a tight fist of anguish.

"Damn it!" I yelled as I exited the elevators and emerged onto the lower level garage.
I suddenly felt sick. Nausea coiled within my stomach, constant and unrelenting. I barely made it two steps before I doubled over and my breakfast and everything withing me poured out. I felt dazed and confused and so distraught.

The haunting words of Max just rolled like a continuous thunder clap in my head...
The Merger....
Her fathers failing health....

He went behind my back and did all of this. He knew my father was dying and he said nothing.

I don't know how long I stood there before I noticed Wilson stepping out of the car and rushing to my side.

"Are you alright?" He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me as he helped me into the back seat.

"Take me home, Wilson. Please." I wanted to cry so bad.

The concerned look in his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror as they held mine. I could care less if he called Max or not at this point. I just sat there with my head tossed back on the head rest. I felt so lost.

When we pulled up to the apartment, I stepped out of the car immediately; not bothering to wait for Wilson to open my door. I gave a small smile to Harvey at the front desk before pressing the button to the elevator.

Within seconds I was striding into the elevator impatiently waiting for the doors to close. Leaning against the wall, I shut my eyes, biting my cheek to hold back the tears.

Jesus!  I didn’t have time for a breakdown. I had about twenty minutes before Max got here.

My mind was set. An unpredictable wave of enery rolled off of me as I stepped out of the elevator and I went straight to Miliana's room and packed her bags.

I placed it by her door and quickly made my way to my room. Enraged and sooo emotionally and mentally distorted, I couldn't even think straight on what to pack. I just aimlessly walked into my closet grabbed an armful of clothes and tossed them on the bed.

By the time I entered and exited the bathroom, I could hear the elevators doors open and within seconds Max's voice echoed in the livingroom.

I picked up the pace trying my best to ignore him as walked into pur bedroom. My chest felt like it was going to explode as he spoke.

"Beautiful, what are you doing?" he followed me as I tossed a handful of my undergarments on the bed.

"What the hell does it look like to you, Max? I'm leaving."

"Don't do this." He pleaded stepping infront of me.
I wanted to throw something at him.
I went around him and grabbed my bag and tossed on the bed and began filling it with my clothes.