LIAR | QUEEN AU

Chapter 54 - This Is A Tricky Situation

Time. There's no time. There's no f*cking time!

Bloody hell! Time waits for no one, and it certainly doesn't f*cking wait for me. Dammit, what am I supposed to do now?! I'm all alone in this sh*t. Paul's not about to travel halfway across the goddamn globe to help me. Mary just had to get arrested!

Okay, how about I look on the bright side? Bright side is she's off my back now. I've got no one to criticize my every move now. Down side is I have no one to criticize my every move now! She's a b*tch sometimes, but she helps me out with literally everything. What the f*ck am I supposed to now?! I can't do sh*t without her orders!

God-f*cking-dammit then! I guess I have to do the rest alone. Unless...

Maybe I don't have to. Maybe I am free at last! I could be free of the puppetry I am forced to condone at Dragon Room! I can make decisions for myself. I can make decisions I believe is right. No more orders from Mary or Paul, no more missions, and-- oh dear! No more deaths. No more suffering. At last, could I finally be--

My phone shrilled its terrible tune. Paul was calling me. Dammit! Just when I thought I was rid of these duties. I really got my hopes up too. Note to self: never hype oneself up to extremes like that again. It only leads to dreadful disappointments.

I picked up the phone, and before Paul had the chance to speak, I stated, "I already know what you're going to say, darling, so please don't bother."

"How the f*ck did you let them get Mary?!" He practically screamed into my ear. "You idiot! You can't do sh*t without her! I just-- I can't believe it!"

You know, I was really getting used to not having to hear his verbal abuses anymore. Now that this sh*t happened, I've got a pissed fruit fly on my hands. It's fine. I'm usually able to ignore his spats.

I ran my hand through my hair and scowled, frustrated with everyone and everything right now. "Look, Paul. I don't know what went wrong. I wasn't with her, and she got herself arrested. I don't understand why you're putting all the blame on me, deary."

"That's exactly what you did wrong! You were supposed to stay with her and help if she needed it! You're a goddamn worthless twat!" Paul affronted. It's not my fault the plan he devised stated of us to be separate.

God, he's such a peach. Can't you tell? Guess I really ticked him off. When he spits, he spits hard. I suppose it's a heat of the moment kind of thing.

I clicked my tongue, knowing arguing with him won't get the two of us anywhere. Pitifully, I resigned. "I'm terribly sorry, darling."

"You better be," he scoffed. "You let them stop you from finishing up at Singapore, and now they've arrested Mary!" Paul paused. "We've got to act quick. We can't let them stop us anymore. If they stop you again, our plans will fall apart. You need to go to Paris now."

F*ck. I can't go to France. I, I don't know. There's something in me, something in my gut, that's just screaming at me to not go. I know what he wants, and I don't think I can handle doing it.

I sighed, contemplating the best way I could say this. "Paul, I can't go to France," I said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm, I'm done with this sh*t. I mean, you must have other spies stationed there. I just, I don't think I'm fit to be doing these missions."

Paul remained silent. I don't think that's a good sign. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I be joking?" I snapped back.

"Freddie, did you really think I'd let you go? That f*cking easily?" he cried out. "I'm not allowing you take some goddamn holiday right after you messed up a mission as important as this! So, you're going to get your ass over to Paris. If you f*ck this one up too, then you're going to face consequences I don't think you'd particularly enjoy," he chuckled, sinister. "You understand?"