Blair's POV.
I will be back in Chicago now that I find out the truth, but it's not just because of what Roux has said. I didn't believe in it; I'm not rapidly believing it. But when there's evidence, I already give up.
"Didn't you know that Lethia and Raven were engaged before? That just disappeared when Lethia fell to Roux, and what's even worse is that maybe Raven is getting his revenge because Roux stole Lethia from him." I heard Hiro in the other line while I was holding the envelope in my hand, and there are pictures of Raven holding Lethia's hand. He is tested, supported, and sleeps next to the woman's bed.
I crippled the pictures and threw them away. I really wanted to burn them, but my heart was full of rage, and I couldn't do anything about it. It was making me insane; I didn't know why this is or why now.
"Why? Did you find something?"
"No," I bravely answered. I don't want Hiro to cause me more trouble because I know he has a huge problem in his life. "I just want to ask that to be sure."
"Okay, but that's past and you won't go back to that. You must forget about everything, right? They move on and you move on," he advised me. I nodded my head even if he couldn't see it. "I'll hang up the call; see you," he immediately put the call down, but before he could I heard a fight in the background.
I hope he will be fine.
I packed all my things; I'll just take all the treasures I have in here and I'll fly to somewhere the man couldn't find me. While I was arranging my things, I suddenly felt dizzy. I held my head and ran to the bathroom to throw up in the sink.
"Fuck!" I muttered a curse. I've been like this for a few days. I also feel dizzy sometimes, and then I'm sensitive to food and smells. "It can't be," I whisper to myself and hurry to leave. They can't catch me and I hope what I'm thinking was false.
When I'm done, I hurry to walk downstairs and go to the garage to get my car, but a hand holds my wrist. I didn't have to look to see who it was because I knew him just by his smell.
"Leave me alone, Roux." I threw a dagger look at him when I turned his way.
"N-no, don't be like this. Don't leave me again; I'm yours; I'll fight everything for you; just don't leave me. I won't be the stupid Roux before. I'll fight this love story of ours." He slowly bent his two knees and held my hand. This is what I want, this is what I wish for, but it's all just useless because he did this when my love for him vanished. I was insensate; everything feels like nothing, and whatever he does has no effect on me.
"Let go of me," I ordered him, but he tightened his grip on my hand even more.
"N-no, stay here. Let's start again, B-Blair. I'll leave everything for you. Have mercy on me," he pleaded and kissed my hand multiple times but all I felt was disgusted. How could this man make me fall for him? He isn't that worth it!
Maybe if he'd never done what he did in the past and told me everything about their plan, then I would have quickly forgiven him, but now he is just another stranger that I will let go of.
I told him without hesitation, "Roux, I don't love you anymore." I can't console him, no matter how much the world turns around, I don't want him to have courage. I no longer have even the slightest romantic sentiments for him, despite the fact I nevertheless recall what we shared that day.
He grumbled, "Even just for pity, Blair, I'll accept it." I sought to seize his hand from me, but it was too firm, nepotistic, and seemed unwilling to let go. "P-please.” His eyes were gleaming, so I could already tell what would happen next, but I simply chuckled.
"Even if you shed blood, I can no longer choose you," I boldly told him.
We fought for a few minutes so he'd let go of me when his parents arrived. His mother's face became a shade of red and her father's vision had dimmed, but they did not touch me anymore. It became insignificant to me, as if I was accustomed to such experiences.
"Get up, Roux!" His father's booming voice resonated throughout the house, but it no longer frightened me. Even Roux didn't appear to hear anything and continued to hold me steady. "Why are you crying, you idiot?" He received a kick from his father, but he calmly stood up and clutched my foot.
"Don't leave me, honey, n-no," he whispered, but I just stared at him blankly.
"Axl Roux!" His father growled, but Roux pretended he heard nothing. Mr. Smith was about to hit him once again when Mrs. Smith interrupted.
"R-roux, let's go home." Her voice trembled, but that was the last thing she cared about. "Let's go, baby; stop that." She tried to get the man's other hand in my legs, but it still held tightly. I sigh. I'm fvcking exhausted from this family's drama.
"Get out, Roux, or I'll kick you!" I threaten because I don't have time for the dramatic scene they want to air because I'm tired! "Please!" I tried to be nice, but he didn't move even a little bit. I was about to kick him in the other foot when her mother shouted.
"No! P-please, don't do this. I didn't hit him even though he made a lot of mistakes, so don't," she intertwined her hands and shook her head desperately, how pathetic! As if I didn't know what Mr. Smith did whenever his children were sloppy.
I'm tired of looking at Mr. Smith with his hands across his chest while gazing at his son and wife, who were crying. Doesn't he want to leave too? He looked up at me, so I didn't hold him back either. This family is crazy. I commented in my mind.
"Don't hurt my child." Mrs. Smith held my hand, but I immediately brushed it away. I mean, I'm not their apprentice to be asked.
"Get him off my leg or he'll taste my power!" I threatened her, and she was quivering while trying hard to get rid of her son's attachment to me. "One,"
"Baby, please, let her go. She's not for you," his mother comforted him, but he staunchly shook his head.
"No, mom! If she's not mine, then no one will own her!" He groaned, but they halted when we heard a gunshot.
"Get out of there, or I'll put this gun on that girl's head!" Mr. Smith bravely pointed the gun at my head, but I remained emotionless. "You fvcking get out there and come with us, or I'll pull the trigger to end this."
Roux's eyes felt sorry. I didn't hope anymore because I know what he will do.
"Okay, Dad, put that down." He slowly got up and went to the back of his father, and his mother murmured something. "Let's go," his voice was shaking, and then his father turned his back, then they left me.
I thought he would do everything for me, but for just a toy gun, he suddenly took back his word. I didn't expect too much because I know him. He didn't love me, he just showered me with his rotten promises and thought that he would do that. If I was a teenager then, probably, I would believe in his words but…I woke up from the dream.
I went to my car and sped off. I had more things to prioritize than listening to their noises. When I arrived at the airport, the memory of where Raven and I first met suddenly came back to me.
Fvck! I fell for his words, and that's when my plans ended because of him. I listened to his sugarcoat words and forgot that he was a Smith who could make my head spin. How fantastic, isn't it? I believed that he was far from being like Roux, but I forgot that he was even worse. Even though Lethia didn't come, I already know what Roux is doing, especially when I can't give him my virginity. That's why I decided to give up because I don't want him to do that, but... It doesn't matter at all to him.
My chest twisted, I quickly walked towards the airport and removed all the things I remembered. I left my car because I couldn't bring it to Chicago; I just left it to Hiro. My head is spinning, and I needed to throw up again.
"Excuse me," I was asking the staff here, the woman in a blue uniform. "May I know where the powder room is here?" I covered my mouth after asking that lady; she found me weird, but she pointed out where it was, so I quickly went there.
These past few days, I've always been like this; I'm not too fond of my favorites anymore. I easily find people stinky, even my favorite perfume smells something, fvck! I was fvcking eating my favorite ice cream — unfortunately, it made me throw up. That's when I realized there was something wrong, and I felt my heart wanting to explode.
Fvck! I need to do PT; this is not good anymore! My suspicion is different; this isn't a simple sensitive thing.