The Rule Of Elites

Chapter 78

Alex

I drag my body, calculated steps, slow and collected. My back straighter than a ruler and head held high. The surface of my shoes create a composed tap, softly against the polished marble floor. Straining my neck, I hold my chin up. I know giving into the instinct will leave me on floor.

I was tired.

I was hungover.

But to them I had to, for all these eyes I must be the young reliable heir with poise to satisfy their hunger. The protocol of the society.

They feed on good contacts, and any bad taste of someone is poisonous.

To them I was a walking pride. But I know what I was doing. I was dragging my body.

"Tylenol?" I hear Ed Question me, the envious easy going smile painted across his feature as he greets someone but subtly asks me as I keep grunting.

"Two of it" with a mock smile I let my eyes go wide as i look at him. He was not amused.

"What made you drink in the first place, you were good before" he questions again as we both simultaneously, in sync tip our head a noble balding elderly man who came up to us. Ed smiled, I didn't. I almost grimaced as a heavy shot of pain treks through my head.

But true to his enquiry, I had avoided any sort of thing that could make me regret it. Make me regret that I couldn't save myself for her.

The thought of forgetting the pain and hollowness made me ache for a distraction. But I never gave into the tease.

My alternatives even breached the lengths of the limits I had.

It involved forcing myself in Ed's and Lee's room because I wasn't able to sleep at night. I endured the pain when lee walked over me in his sleep adventure. I hanged out with them, and even suggested places to hang out whenever I felt like I should just hang myself.

They were skeptical at first, Ed even offered his side of bed, but I was content with floor and sleep bag.

That's what she would've done.

And if it were for me, Alex would've just dragged Ed by the collar and ordered him to sleep with me.

What are you saying?

Oh god! I hate hangovers.

I am going crazy. I pivot away. Searching the bar for a drink. Lemonade to precise, something that would help me with this.

Edmund falls on step with me, his clutch on my arm stopping me abruptly.

"You want to drink again?" he frowns, hissing.

With my lower teeth grazing my upper lip, I squint my eyes. Even the hospitable dim lights and breezy music were too heavy for my senses.

"No, something that could help. My head hurts Ed" His stoic features dissolves into sympathy. It felt good to be understood by someone. Swear to the best behavior I jostled up these past weeks, I have no idea what promoted me to drink today of all the days.

It was like a hunch, like a whisper that I should. Like today I'll need it.

And I wasn't able to abide.

We stood on the spot for some reason as I looked down at my shoe.

"Why do you still stick with me?" I look at Edmund with my head casted low, through the edge of my eyes.

His brows raised a bit, as he opened his mouth to say something but closed.

"I treat you both in the least friendly manner. Yet- yet you both seem to be there whenever I want it. Even when I don't ask for it. You both are idiots" getting angry at my own words I blurt candidly, the honesty leaked through my words today, and I wasn't able to stop it.