Chapter 62
Kay.
It's been three days and I haven't left this room, not even the bed.
All I do is sleep, cry, shower, and repeat. I know I'm behaving weakly, but that's what I'm feeling right now.
Vulnerable.
I haven't eaten anything and I feel the effect. My body lacks strength, but I don't care.
I have nothing to live for anymore.
"Kay, your dad is here." Dean enters his room with the news, and I groan, turning to the other side. I'm being so difficult to him, and I know it's not fair.
"Princess, please," he pulls the blanket from my body, and I groan, tiredly sitting up. I have been wearing his clothes, and I pray that Dad brought me something to change into.
I drag my tired form out of his room and slowly descend the stairs. In the living room, there are my father and two men. Well, and they are all wearing black.
I feel so shaky. My body is worn out, and I know I might fall sick anytime. Considering the amount of time I have been spending on the cold bathroom floor and the long, cold showers.
My father has his eyes on his phone. I wonder if he got it started with Andrea, or if he's still with Beth.
Either way, I'm happy for him. This relationship stuff is a difficult one.
"Dad," I whisper softly, and he instantly shoots his head up. Dad takes swift steps towards me with a big frown on his face.
"Baby, what are you doing to yourself? Dean came for me, and I hate what he told me." he scolds but embraces me anyway. I missed him, too.
Does he know what Carl did?
"You look malnourished, honey," he pulls back and stares at me in a disapproving manner
"Don't you know?" I whisper in my non-existent voice, and he sighs, looking around the room.
"Let's go home, we need to talk." Dad doesn't wait for an answer before he starts dragging me out.
"Wait, my stuff," I try pulling back, but he's stronger.
"Your stuff is at home; he brought it with him," I look back at Dean, who is standing at the end of the stairs, watching us sadly.
What a sneaky person he is. Maybe I bored him so much he was dying to get rid of me.
I enter my dad's car, and the other guys drive the other one.
The drive home is silent.
I feel so cold, and the shirt I am wearing isn't helping. The first thing I do when I get home is shower and dress warmly.
The house is quiet when we arrive. You would think no one is around, but it's exactly the opposite.
The boys are silently sitting on the chairs, and I wonder who died in there. Even the most talkative Marcello is silent for the first time.
Theo, Ed, Sam, Rico, and finally my nightmare are in our living room, and I am contemplating whether to enter or turn back.
What are they even doing here? Did he come to cause me more harm?
Looking at Carl hurts more than before. He shaved his hair on the sides, and today he's wearing black studs in his ears.
He also has a slight beard, which I prefer on him.
He is wearing black ripped jean shorts with a white fitting t-shirt, and a silver chain hanging on his chest. He looks good, and it hurts that he can't be mine.
They haven't seen me, so I quietly walk to the stairs leading to my room and close the door behind me.
I throw Dean's shirt on the floor and stroll to the bathroom for a warm shower. Due to my weak limbs, I cut the shower short and put on white sweatpants and a big black hoodie.
Since I have nothing to do, I get between my shits, and I'm about to fall asleep when dad wakes me up again.
What's the deal with him?
"Honey, we need to tell you something" he mumbles, sitting on my bed, and I ignore him.
Going near Carl is like torture. And what is Dad doing with him after what he did to me? Unless they are here to nullify the alliance.
"Is it about the alliance? You can just do it without me. I wasn't included when it was being signed anyway, "I mumble without looking up.
"It's not that, you need to hear us first," he says, pulling the covers and carrying me out of my room.
Everyone becomes quiet when they see me, and I don't glance at any of them.
I keep my face blank and sit beside my dad. On the other side of me is Theo, but I don't talk to him, maybe later.
I take out my phone and start scrolling through Instagram, waiting for the men to start talking.
"Honey, there is something we need to tell you," Dad says, and I nod without looking up.
"Look at this," he places a bunch of photos in front of me, and I stare plainly at them. What do I have to do with them?
They are photos of Carl on different occasions, with a target mark on his forehead. Looks like he keeps pissing everyone off.
Not my problem anymore.
"And this," he places a couple of notes in front of me, they are like the ones being sent to me.
Threat notes.
The notes say that carl will die if I don't meet this mysterious person.
Well, he's too late because we broke up.
"What do you wanna talk about?" I ask, staring at the shit in front of me. My voice comes out without emotion, and I love it.
I can't afford to break down in front of him. I will be so damned.
"Those photos are the reason carl did what he did. It was my idea, princess, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like that." Rico talks, and I chuckle internally.
They didn't mean to hurt me. What does that mean? And since when did the brothers start sharing ideas?
"When we went to that room, I saw those photos and went back for them. I thought if you saw them, you'll go meet the person in fear of Carl being hurt," he says, and I scoff.
I'm not dumb.
" So I came up with the plan that if we make this fucker believe you two are not together, we will get a chance of catching him." How stupid and inconsiderate!
Everyone is silent. I guess they are waiting to see my reaction.
What should I say? Congratulations on playing with my feelings. Or you are geniuses for almost killing me.
They are so sick for making me go through hell. And Carl had to agree to that?
What happened to trusting each other? I thought we had consented that he wouldn't keep secrets from me.
What they did was just cruel.
I don't even wanna recall how bad it hurt. I felt like my heart was being ripped out.
"Do you have a name?" I mumble, squeezing the paper so tightly in my palm. This person will feel every ounce of pain I am feeling right now.
"River," Theo says, and I am not even surprised.
Of course, it had to be him.
He is his father's son after all.
He was at the ball like the note said. I thought it was weird not to investigate your father's murder, and he called me Rose during the date.
The same roses he's been sending me.
Even the night I broke up with Carl, he was miraculously there. On top of it all, that room is located in his club.
It's been him all along.
How didn't I see that?
It's time I get him.
Cut his balls and feed them to him. I will play with him until he's no more. Until my heart heals.
Now that the talking is done, I stand up, leaving the quiet room behind.
Time to find this motherfucker.