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SONG: HASLEY - CONTROL
A'JREANNA P.O.V🔆
"Somebody help me...please." I pleaded.
Vadim quickly took Hector off of me, and with the help of Kyle and Michael they carried him to the couch. "What happened?" Cora asked.
"He must've had a panic attack. Let's leave him alone so he can rest. In the mean time, we can situate this whole ordeal." Nora said checking his pulse.
Placing his hand on Vadim back, Kyle walked Vadim over to desks before grabbing a bottle of Vodka and a glass. "I'll stay right here until he wakes up." I said to Nora. Taking off my shoes, I sat down on the floor and made sure sitting down on the floor and brushed his hair out of his face.
"I understand you want to make sure Hector is okay, but maybe you should go check on Vadim." Cora said stopping down and pointing to Vadim. His head was in his hands as he occasionally brung it back up to take a sip of his drink. His hair was disheveled and he looked absolutely stressed.
"You're right." I said getting up.
THIRD PERSON ✔️
A'Jreanne walked over to Vadim and sat on top of the desk, watching him swing back drink after drink. He was trying to wrap his head around the whole ordeal, but no matter how much he tried he just couldn't.
He couldn't understand why she did it. Why go through all this trouble? If she wanted a new life with Felix then why destroy the lives of others. If she didn't want to keep the baby then why didn't she sit down and talk to him about abortion. Why drag his mother into this mess? Why kill her? Vadim just couldn't understand.
Was it pleasurable for the both of them to send gruesome photos of the supposed "killing", and then watch the both of them try to kill each other for years?
Vadim knew he did some messed up shit when he was younger, but he never thought about hurting his own family, his own blood. No matter how much he hated his mother his mind did not once, thought about taking her life. He just couldn't understand why. He had so much questions and they all started with 'why'.
