WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Yrene' Pov

They were joking. They had to be. They could not have possibly been serious about tying me off like a tamed dog to Jason. Surely I stood for more, I was more valuable than this, was I not? 

After my fit of hysteric, disbelieving laughter I look my father dead in the eye only to see him avert his gaze, the same look of defeat etched into his features when he knows he cannot win from my mother. 

Tears, hot and angry threaten to spill from my eyes as I point directly at my mother and in a flat tone tell her something she needs to hear, badly,

"Stop pretending Mother. Stop pretending to care for me when I know full well you fucking don't! Stop coaxing me into situations I don't want to be in! Stop treating me like your personal pawn in your business- your money making psycho mania! I'm tired of you bossing me around and making my decisions for me, I'm tired of your bullshit! Now tying me off to your business partner's son like some animal? And that too only so you can strengthen your empire? When will you stop mother? Haven't you done enough harm already or do you want to utterly break me? Because if that is what you want to do I assure you, mother dearest, you have succeeded in that too. This is my life! Not yours, so stop interfering in it lest you understand that I am a human too." 

Finishing the rant, I hope to see some sort of change in my mother but her stoic façade remained intact as she somehow manages to look me dead in the eye and says in a strict tone, 

"You will not speak to me in this tone again, do you understand? And this decision is for your betterment, either you will fully accept it or forcedly accept it but don't you dare defy it."

 I solemnly nod, having nothing else left to say, 

"I see how it is then, Mother." 

I grabbed my clutch from where I've kept it and leave without so much as a goodbye to my 'parents'. 

Raymond calls after me but I cannot care for the bastard at this moment, he knew about it. True he couldn't do much to change it but he still knew. He could've told me. But he didn't. And how could Jason do this? He seemed to have known about it too since he too had apologised in advance and why the fuck had he not told his parents no when they asked for his agreement for this engagement? 

How could a player agree to be tied to one girl forever? And to think I wasn't even of legal age yet. I mean I still had a month before that happened but still. 

Suddenly I was glad I had took up the offer for a girl's night; I truly needed to get wasted to forget my problems, even if for a little while. On my way to Katie's I call Ross, tell him I am going to need to clear my head and would probably not be home tonight or even anytime soon and for him to not worry because I'd probably be at either Katie's, Aelin's or Joss's nowhere else, which by the way had been my original plan. Ross had just told me he trusted me and I could do whatever I wanted and he'd stand by me forever. 

Sweet, sweet brother. 

I quickly walk over to Katie's house which is a few blocks away and decide against telling them about the whole engagement thing, why bother them before a night out? Aelin and I quickly do our make up while Katie yells at us to hurry up. 

We check our fake ID's and leave quickly, as usual Katie's parents weren't home, something all of us were grateful for. With our fake ID's and exceptional, well practiced flirting skills we were let in by the bouncer much easily than we anticipated. 

As soon as we get in I down a tequila shot and make my way onto the dance floor, the liquor having left a burning sensation in my oesophagus; I was in the mood to let go of sanity tonight. 

Just as we push past the mass of hot, sweaty bodies to go towards the end I see someone sitting in one of the booths with the plush sofas, to my right. He was all alone and I was extremely shocked to have seen him at such a nightclub. Now a normal person would have been scared to have seen their maths teacher at a club especially when one wasn't even a legal age to drink, but you see, it seemed as if all common sense had flown right out of my brain the instant I felt the tequila burn through my throat.

I motion with a bend of my neck to indicate his presence to my best friends and they like myself have excited gleams in their eyes; they urge me to go talk to him. So I do. 

I strut confidently towards him but my walk falters when I behold the immense sorrow in his eyes, he looks broken, no, he looks torn as if he wants to be sorrowful but he still feels some kind of relief at what has happened. 

I take the nearly full beer bottle from his hand, secretly glad that he isn't drunk or else I would have missed his true reaction to seeing his underage student in a nightclub. I don't ask him anything or tell him anything either, I just take his hand in mine, feeling the now-familiar electrical sparks ignite my veins, and  lead him to the dance floor. 

Taking in his utterly shocked and confused expression I voice my thought which comes out like a breathy question more than a solid statement- acommand I wanted him to hear, just like he was always commanding me to do stuff but it seems to me that my tongue and lungs fail me every time I am in front of him.

"Dance with me?"

I don't even allow myself to question the doleful look imprisoned in his beautiful eyes as the music blasts through.