WAYWARD 2: PERVERSE (Discontinued)

twenty eight

My heart started beating fast and I can feel acid rising up to my throat from my stomach.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

He was there on stage, standing..smiling. Telling everyone stories about his success, about his hard work.

"Why are we here again?" I leaned towards Toni, asking her.

"There is some kind of announcement." He answered dryly,

"Can I leave for a second? Im not feeling well." I exclaimed

She nodded, "We can just tell you what happened in the morning, rest for now."

With her blessing, I stood up quietly.

Before I could leave the table, I felt a hand grabbing mine, "Are you okay?" Connor asks.

I nodded and pulled away from him.

I walked my way into the ladies room and I felt my stomach churning.

I can feel my eyes starting to water up but I couldn't bring myself to cry. Im not sure if he really is who I really think he is but he looks so much like the man in the photo my mom has underneath her sock drawer when I was younger.

I remember sneaking into her room and staring at the picture every single night before I go to sleep, every time she washes the dishes at night.

I stood in front of the mirror, frozen and thinking.

He cant be that man. He cant be. He just cant.

I tried to pull my shit together and decided to forget what was stirring inside my mind.

I swung the door open, wiping my hands with some tissue I got from the dispenser and dramatically crushed into someone.

"Im sorry-" I mumbled, fixing my hair before looking up.

"Oh don't worry, miss. It was my fault." A deep voice exclaimed.

I look up and my eyes widened,

What a fucking coincidence,

"Scott!" A familiar voice exclaimed, making me confused as I look behind me.

I saw Luke jogging his way towards me, car keys in hand.

"Scott?" The man towering my height exclaimed. The same man who was just on stage 20 minutes ago.

"It's Phoebe, sir. I work in your publishing company." I exclaimed, this time Luke was beside me, I can feel him catching his breathe,

"But..this guys right here just called you..Scott?" He was being too nosy.

I tried to be polite and answered him anyway, "My name is Phoebe Eleanor Scott."

I hoped..a little, that when I tell him my name, he recognizes me. Or even think or something but he didn't.

"What Laymon publishing inc. do you work in?"

"A branch in Brooklyn, Sir."

He didn't respond but his eyes were just looking at Luke who was standing still beside me, one of his hand snaking on my waist. Obviously disgusted because of the inks on his skin.

"And what about you, young man? you seem familiar."

"Im Luke Hemmings." He answered like he doesn't care, "And I am pretty sure that I haven't seen you around." He shrugged,

I elbowed Luke on his sides making him groan a little.

"Charming-" before Robert could say another word, Elliot came walking up to him, telling him that they have to go.