YOU CAN'T GET THE REST OF ME
ZARYA'S POV
I marched towards the room. My eyes were burning in fire. "Don't fetch me after my work. Wait for me to go home." I turned around and walked away while my teeth were clenching. My palms were closed. The madness that was filling my body now was uncontrollable.
"Why?"
"Just stay at my apartment." I gazed back at Colden. I gave him a huge smile, then walked back to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Trust me." Colden did nothing, except nod his head.
I will start a new life, new plan, and upgrade who is Zarya.
I am tired and sick of being a victim! I am exhausted from being weak and crying! Every step I did on the floor was heavy with anger. My mind was covered with the memories of me, Serenity, and Amari. My friends were gone! And that was because of men. I heard to the employees that probably Serenity had died because she was breaking up with Caspian. He was so possessive and obsessed with her, that he did not want to lose her, which was why instead of treating her like a princess, he killed her by ambushing her.
My teeth were creating friction, my hands were forming a fist, and my mind was thinking of how could I murder Trace Hendrix and Caspian Gatlin.
"Good morning, Ma'am." The guards were smiling at me when I passed by.
I breathe out, releasing the tension that I was holding before I showed him how wide my smile was. I chinned up and greeted him back. "Good morning!" I managed to have an energetic voice. Even though I wanted to burst out in the fire of madness.
"Zarry." Trace had a small smile on his lips when I saw him in the corridor of the building. "You're late."
"Not too late." I chined up and smirked at him.
Not too late to kill you.
I managed to give him the sweetest smile. This would be my look before I attacked him. I would plan well while I was working.
"I'm sorry for your loss. I heard the Amari Ledes is one of your friends."
"No need to say sorry… unless you killed her?" My right eyebrow moved up. "Didn't you?"
His handsome face formed waves, confused about what I was talking about. Suddenly, I chuckled and acted hitting him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Just kidding."
"Huh! I thought you were serious."
"Nope, I know you can't do that to her. She talked about how much you love her." I joined him in the elevator. "Since when did you last see her?"
He blew a sigh as if he was sad. He was good at acting, too. Everyone was a liar. Every man, I mean. "Yesterday. She went home early because her mother was looking for her. I didn't know that would be our last meeting."
"Really?"
He looked at me with confusion.
"I mean, yeah. That's what happened." I shook my head when he has not looked away at me. I would not wonder why Amari had dropped her panties just to be with this man. He was so damn hot to be buried on the ground.
"Why do you look unaffected?" He was the one who asked me.
"Because she deserved to be killed. She was a whore. You should know her before you love her. You loved her, weren't you?"
I am sorry, Amari, for badmouthing you. I just need to gather information to know the e truth about your death.
Trace gazed at nowhere. He was good at pretending, acting to be in sorrow and grief right now.
You can't escape from killing my best friend. I will make sure that this will be your last day in this world, so take all of your remaining time to be happy, Trace Hendrix.
Before the elevator moved open, he spoke. "I do." He left me hanging, wondering if what he said was true or just a pretense. No matter what he said, he could not cover his crime.
My knee weakened as I remembered those days with my best friends. What happened to them would have justice. What happened to my family would have justice either. Their death would not be forgotten under the soil.
When I went out of the elevator. I marched to the floor where was my office. Bram was sitting on his chair as usual. "You take so much time for today. I will deduct that to your salary."
"Hmm? Good morning, Sir! Please don't do that. I will just have my overtime instead." I managed t sound happy, even though my heart was suffocating.
"Sound happy?"
"I am always happy."
"You should." He raised his head from looking at the paper. "Anyway, are you free tonight? Gonna go to Serenity's room."
"Oh, apology, Sir. My boyfriend is waiting for me to go home. Today is his mother's birthday. Maybe, tomorrow?" My face was producing a lighter expression. I realized how important the acting was. Just like how Hali taught me.
"Sure." His cold face did not tell anything about his feeling.
I just started working. I finished my work early, then the next thing I did was find where was the house of Trace Hendrix on the file in the document. Fortunately, I was in the Human World before, I was fast when it came to typing on the keyboard and literate at the computer.
Gotcha. Hibiscus Street, High Wood City.
"Zarry."
I immediately clicked the x button when I heard Bram was calling me. "Fetch my visitors at the lobby. Make sure, you'll not bore them while walking towards the Conference Room."
"Copy that." I stretched my lips with a smile. I walked to the glass door, held it, and was about to move out when he talked. "I'm sorry for your friend's death."
I blinked one time, my chin up, leave him in the office. My teeth were gritting in anger when I walked towards the lobby.
After my duty at the work. I headed to the place where was Trace Hendrix located, unfortunately, he was not in the house. I stayed at a far distance, hearing the talking of his guards standing in front of the white house. They were talking that Trace went home and then went out immediately after his friends fetch him. He was now at the bar, drinking and having fun.
Being happy after my best friend's death? Let us see if you can still smile when you die.
I was fast. I arrived at the bar thirty minutes ahead of the map. I gazed at the dancing people, squabbling, enjoying their lives, kissing strangers, cheering someone and other things that a person do at the nightclub.
"Hi!" One man blocked my way. "Are you new here? Haven't seen you? Can we d一"
"Step aside." My voice was just low, but the warning could be heard in the tone.
"Let's go, it's just a dance." He touched my lower arm and pulled me to the dancefloor. He was below the belt, crossed the lines, and annoying. I moved back a little and then uppercut him. I did not care if I was wearing a black skirt, a uniform at the office.
"Woah!" The attention went to me when the man landed on the ground.
"A force woman!"
"Hot!"
I looked around. I fixed my hair, dragging it towards the back of my ear. I ignored them, my eyes looked around as I heard the loud sound of music. The different kinds of lights were touching my body, the dimness was pushing me to do my plan for tonight.
My heart suffocated when it was covered by madness. There he was, sitting on the black couch, one woman was sitting on his crotch while kissing him and another woman was touching his upper body.
I was about to step when someone held my hand. When I looked at him, it did not surprise me. "Don't touch me, Hali!"
"I command you to stay calm and safe." He whispered into my ears.
"I have no king. I can't follow you." I twirled my hand on his lower arm, breaking his hand. In one second, his arm was twisted, but no sign of pain in his expression until he made our situation opposite.
I gritted my teeth when he was the one who twisted my arm. The waves of pain could be felt running through it.
"If you murder him here. You can't achieve revenge. You're just letting people kill you." He moved his face towards me and kissed my cheek. "Don't die. I haven't got everything from you yet."
When he removed his hands from me, I spoke up. "Farewell to your shits and pleasures, Asshole." I tiptoed and moved my mouth in his ear. My hands touched his chest down to his belly, causing him to stand still, not moving. "You can't get the rest of me. I won't let you."
I pushed him harder and headed to Trace Hendrix afterward.