My Heart's Choice (On Hold)

Chapter 9

I look up to find myself staring into the most striking eyes that I have ever seen. They are blue - electric blue, with a little tinge of green. For a few seconds I try to contemplate if I am in outer space and am staring back at the Earth.

Wow!

I probably am looking like some creep, staring at those gorgeous orbs, when suddenly Earth-like orbs clear his throat.

It is then that I jerk back to reality and notice a red-haired guy with eyes like the Earth, stand infront of me. He has Rhea's arm in a strong grip, preventing it from landing on my face.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, his voice husky and deep.

Huh? Did Earth just talk?

A small smile tugs at his lips, perhaps enjoying the fact that he is rendering me speechless. His free arm dashes forward and he pulls me aside, away from Rhea.

Despite the fact that I am numb due to numerous reasons, his touch numbs me a million times over and over with a zillion of warm shudders passing through me.

"I can see that Kenneth Williams is back in town," Rhea smiles.

So Earth-eyes is Kenneth Williams?

His father, Jared Williams, is one of the most powerful men in the country, along with Robert Young, Mason's father. And infact both if them own the Williams-Young Empire. Yeah, that is where my mom works.

Kenneth frowns, ignoring the million-dollar smile that Rhea is sending his way.

"Ofcourse we are," a female voice speaks from behind me.

Everyone turn around to find a female version of Kenneth Williams, standing by the door. She has the same Earth-like eyes and curly red hair.

"Nora?" I hear Rhea gasp.

"That's me," the girl smile, approaching Rhea.

Nora Williams. As far as I can remember, she is Kenneth Williams' younger sister. And from what I've gathered of Penny's lunch time gossip tales, they were abroad, with their dad. But looks like they're back.

"I'm Rhea - Rhea Evans," Rhea says, extending an arm towards Kenneth, who stares at it with furrowed brows.

"What is happening?" a voice demands. Mason.

And with the slur in his voice I am very sure that he is drunk - again. My heart picks up at the thought. I do not want a replay of the events of this morning. No!

I risk a glance in the direction that his voice echoed from, and as sure as the rising sun, he is swaying his way towards Rhea, a bottle of beer in his hand.

"I saw that!" he booms.

I smell the nauseous stink of alcohol near me, and before I can do anything, a heavy arm belonging to Mason wraps around my waist.

"What did you expect, Rhea Evans? That you could walk away once you dare hit my girl?" his laugh booms around in the silent kitchen, yet his eyes look as lifeless as ever.

"Your girl, huh?" Rhea scoffs, "She's a witch who has you in a leash! And you don't even know."

"Shut up!" Mason slurs, slumping against me heavily to try to control his dangerous swaying, "Don't you dare call her a witch. Do you know who is?"

Rhea scoffs. Her arms folded against her chest. But there is so much pain radiating off her eyes.

"You!" Mason's bottle point at Rhea.

Her head snaps up to look at him. Tears pool in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks and ruining her perfect makeup. Oblivious to any of the hurt playing in her eyes, Mason continues.