Careless.

Eleven

¡It's her drug.... her sanity... her medicine

«Allura's POV»

The only place that can make me deal with this pressure right now, my palms are sweaty as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, I was so worried and angry at myself that I stopped the car in the middle of the street rubbing my hands on my temples. A midnight blue Mercedes parked behind me. I know who is in the car and the fact that he was there calmed me a bit as the warm sunset turned into a warm dark night.

My stomachache wasn't getting any better as I tried my longest not to throw my soul out, I let my hair fall lightly on my shoulders why don't I cry?? I've done countless bad things because of being selfish and stubborn, my tears would be meaningless even if thinking of my dear little nephew and sister-in-law I grew found of over the years she was my little box of sunshine. My brother is too busy making international deals to run the company but he promised her he would come back and asked us to take care of her as my own sister.

The thought of Kiki or little look dead makes my head hurt. 'This is happening because of you Allura' victors words play in my head, I could simply kill myself to end it all...but I got no guts for that pleasure. I lock the doors as the night became darker and darker only the dim lights of the streets light the road up and the fading sound of the music and crickets keep me company.

I look at my mirror the car from before still there, my favorite place in the world is the streets, for some reason it's warm place for me to stay in the bench of the sidewalk of the Espanish quarter. I reach for the bottle of strong liquor from under the car seats and jump down my car and locking it.

I sit on the grass surely staining my Gucci pants but I don't mind, I will just remove the stains myself I look at the lifeless sky....no stars no moon in sight just dark and hot.

«Elliot's POV»

She parked her car in the middle of the road, for three hours now I wonder what she's thinking about. Of course what a dumb question is not every day you are worried sick and miserable for ones safety and don't know how to deal with it, her life is like that every day since the announcement of her marriage to Victor Hunter. The man is really messing with her, there is no records of Allura Eaton breaking down in tears, dull and lifeless and Victor wanted to see it before killing her.

His mistake is torturing her family as a way of getting to her, she hasn't cried or tried killing herself she hasn't even shown any signs of being mentally broken to the best of her abilities.... right??

Wrong. She just drowns herself with alcohol to make her think straight it's her drug her sanity... her medicine. I sigh grabbing an extra coat for her as she steps out, with a full bottle on her hands. How can I break her more when she clearly already is, if you pay close attention. It makes me want to hold her and fix her fragile little self, she is so beautiful even when she's about to break down even if she tries to glue her world together knowing it's no use. I have to tell her....but no.

After some time I stand up with the coat, even though it's a warm night the wind just makes it cold and lifeless. I lock the door and walk towards her sitting beside her, she stares at the river "hey" i say in a low voice she hums not looking at my face and taking a sip of her liquor. "You should stop you know" I tell her. She tilts her head to the side " I'm sick of you people telling me what to do!!" She snaps I look at her face she must be really tired "where do you live??" I ask to know about her condition, victor always laughed about how she always stormed out their apartment, it makes me sick to know he is my best friend....then again I'm not a saint.

"What??" "Where do you sleep?" "Oh that I sleep in-" she looks up as a sign of remembering "at the office....my house when victor is out in business trips and random hotels where no one can find me...." she stops and grins "oh oh and with Victoria.....I cant even remember the last time I slept peacefully and soundless" she keeps grinning as she takes another sip I hum. "Why are you so proud of that??" She frowns and stares at her feet the question making her sober.

"How do you even care??" Ignoring her question I ask "do u even eat properly, don't tell me you feed yourself restaurant food" I shake my head at the thought, she stares at me and scoffs "stay away if you don't want bad things to happen to you, you don't even know me what mask I choose to show you i decide" she pulls herself up trying to remove the dirt from her pants. I sigh "whatever you think about me, whatever you feel about me might be an illusion" she takes the coat from my hand and puts it on throwing the liquor in the trash.

"I can't help it pumpkin" the words slip out of my mouth I pull myself up as well as she walks over to her car, I hold her arm making her turn to me "I want you as close as possible to me I want to take care of you, you are a good person, I want protect you-" "that's just an illusion, you are completely going to lose yourself over it" she cuts in cupping her face with her free hand. "I said I can't-" "you always say you can't when all you do is dodge the fact you are clingy" she spits out

"That's because I'm attracted to beautiful illusions 🌹" I say meaning every word.

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A/N: how was that for my promise.... thanks for reading.

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