Careless.

Four

«Allura's POV»

"Let them go! I killed that poor man for you let them go!" I demand, he keeps ignoring "What do you want from me??" I continue, following him across my apartment. "First you trash my apartment , lure women to sleep with you, making me do stuff I don't want to do! I'm EVEN MARRYING YOU FOR GOD'S SAKE" I snap pulling he's shirt.

"If you want your family safe, you better do what I say and SHUT UP!" He slams me against the counter firmly bruising the side of my stomach, I wince and try not to show the pain getting back to my feet.

"DO NOT BLOODY TOUCH ME!!" I drag my purse taking the keys and lock him inside driving to my old friend's bar.

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"Al where have you been I haven't seen you since-" "i don't want to talk about that Hayden" I cut her sentence. She awkwardly laughs. "Soooo what happened then let me guess" I stare at the Vodka shot waiting for her to continue. "Your father still clueless about the danger in your family and family business, your sister is in the hospital still and you are here with me because things got worst"

She has not been much of a friend since she was closest to my long lost friend, which I tore her apart for the sake of my family she hates me for it,  I hurt her, I know I hurt all of them but I desperately need someone right now. Even if she doesn't trust me.

Fuck it.

I let out a heavy sigh, and slightly nod "tell me everything" she says, Hayden Leeds one of my best friends she knows everything that happen and helps me out when she can, I have-- had others but that's a story for another time.

I spend the next hour telling her what happened in the engagement party and that weird night--morning, and the guy that makes my worries fade briefly but still helps Elliot....Sinclair.

I almost lost Hayden because of my selfishness and stubbornness, it broke our little group of friends "I'm not happy with what I've done.....i- ....k-killed that man....he begged a-and I killed him" my voice cracks as tears are building up.

Hayden stares disapproving, as a sharp tear falls she's still angry and sad at me at least she doesn't ignore me like Isadora, after... .

"Look I have to go maybe I'll see you around oh and" she starts, I drink the vodka and look at her "What?"
"Isadora is coming back from France"

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(The next day)

"Isadora is coming back"

I drive to work, when I get there I rush to my office and close the door running a hand through my hair letting out a heavy sigh. "Allura? You in there??" Elliot's voice calls.

"Y-yeah what do you want?" I shout trying not to sound rude, I carefully walk to my desk putting my whole weight in one leg so that the side of my stomach doesn't hurt, but is it still does as my efforts are in vain. I lift up my shirt looking at the side of my stomach firmly bruised.

The door clicks open "I was wondering do you--" Elliot steps in wide eyed his tie on his hand. "Where did all those bruises come from?!" He asks his eyes searching my open stomach, I tuck my shirt down and rapidly smile "i-it's nothing just a scratch" I step forward leaning on my desk "so what do you want--"

«Elliot's POV»

"Are you sure you are ok??" I interrupt her, she is clearly in pain and that fresh purplish bruise isn't helping there are a few more but their fading. She awkwardly laughs "yeah yeah never been better" I clench my jaw in annoyance.

"Don't lie to me!" I step closer leaving the tie on the couch and looking for the first aid kit. "Really I told you I'm fine, you don't need to do that!" She insists, why is she so stubborn. I hate seeing her hurt for some weird reason I'm not found of.

I keep quiet afraid of the venom I might spill out, because of seeing her hurt and handling it all by herself. I take ointment and a bandaid, I steal a quick glance at her as she stares at me with a pout. "Lift up  your shirt" I tell her she does it, even though she's hurt her stomach is still mouth watering.

Her slightly tanned skin inviting, I shake my head and gently apply the ointment, later the bandaid. "Don't get hurt again" I tell her she still pouts like a five-year old.

She pulled her shirt down once again, and warmly stared at me, electricity rushes all over my body when her hand reaches for my cheek but freeze unsure if she can or can't touch me.
I tilt my head to the side and kiss her soft fingers.

She shyly looks the other way dropping her hand in the process I smirk at her reaction. "Cute" I whisper to myself but that just makes her cheeks turn bright red, and she clears her throat. "What did you need??" She asks stepping away from me.

OH yeah that

" I was meaning to ask for you to--" my eyes drift from her to my tie, she laughs "I thought grown men do this all the time" she teases and picks up the tie. "You know it's not that easy" I answer. "Really it's just a tie, in your age you should do this on your own" she says giggling.

"Let's go out for lunch" I say trying to change the subject.

"Sure" she agrees.

A/N: I hope drama will get here fast!

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