Love Gone Wrong

Chapter 10: Vlad

He forces himself to wake up as he peeks at the time. 2:34 p.m. He should be getting out of bed right about now. Light doesn't shine through his window since the curtains are drawn shut. Vlad smiles to himself. Drunk Vlad was smart. Or it was Kara. He vaguely remembers Kara lugging him into his apartment telling him that his uncle should watch over him more carefully.

He remembers feeling rejected after Dominika left so after sitting there for a few minutes he made his way down stairs and started to get drunk with the ladies. They weren't soft looking and beautiful like Dominika, but he adapted to it anyway. All of those girls looked plastic. They laughed at every joke he said, even if they were really bad ones. He likes it when he's trying to flirt with her. She's a challenge because most of the time she doesn't even realize it. 

Vlad rolls over on his bed and reaches to the nightstand for his phone. He clicks it on and he raises and eyebrow. He's gotten six messages from that crazy red head, Alex. "Women," he scoffed under his breath as he unlocked the screen. That woman said that she would never call or text him again since he was 'not worthy' of her presence. Women were hard to read, they always thought that they were better than the men around them and expected them to bow down to them. What ever happened to the independent woman who didn't need any man?

The phone light blinds him momentarily as it shines brightly in the dark room. Vlad opens one eye and then slowly opens the other one. Bold all caps greet him and he doesn't have to even read the message to know that she's mad.

He texted back:

What the hell do you want, she-devil?

She texted back immediately with:

How dare you touch her! I think she's lying to me. DID YOU RAPE HER?

Vlad rolled his eyes and swung his feet over to the side of his bed. He rubbed the back of his neck and yawned. He quickly typed back:

I didn't rape her. I swear. Why would you think she lied to you. Isn't she your best friend?

He forced himself to stand up and he stumbled over to his bathroom. Vlad smacked his lips together and made a face in the mirror. His mouth tasted like vomit and a hint of that fancy champagne. A mixture for disaster. A memory of upchucking into the toilet came to him.

Kara rubbed his back like she was his mother. "Stop it!:" he screamed between episodes of vomits. 

"Relax, I am trying to help you." she hissed back, shoving his head back into the toilet. As if on cue he threw up. 

"I don't need your help!" he hissed back, raising his head again. He hated the grip she had on his hair. Her fake nails dug into his scalp. He wondered if the blonde devil even noticed. "Why don't you just go away and fuck my goddamn--" But he couldn't finish that sentence as he vomited again. 

Vlad can just feel her eyes burning into the back of his head but she just tsks at him. "You're to hard headed. You need to know when you need help," she's quiet as if she's waiting for him to respond. "I saw you go upstairs with that girl." This time she's stroking his head and he wants to rip her hand off his head but he doesn't. He misses her. He doesn't like it when Kara tries to replace her. His mom was still his mom. Kara thought she could just waltz in and replace her. It's like she decided that he was some poor puppy and she had to take care of him.

He's been on his own for so many years, he doesn't need her. Frankly, he doesn't care about her. She's just one of several secretaries that had passed by. Uncle Yuri always got rid of them every one or two years. She's stayed around for four so apparently he must like her more than the others. Vlad bets that she's hoping one day that he'll call her 'mum'.