Return Of The Villain
Liam
He was her new boss. I knew that already, neither of the two had to tell me for me to know that was the case. First, Emma wasn’t letting me know anything about her job, she had refused for me to take her to work, and then the same work she had gone to, I had called and heard his voice from the background, then Peter had brought her here, and then, the same bastard had told me to accept my loss, yet again. Of course that was enough for me to have my answers, yet Emma was standing before me, guilt so heavy in her eyes as she stared up at me.
I nodded, understanding my fate, Peter succeeded yet again. “Why him? Am I not good enough for you?”
Her eyes widened and lips parted to speak, but it slowly pursed back. I had hoped to know why they were all leaving me, what wrong I did to her, or was I that bad of a person? What did she want from me to change her mind? But that would be me repeating the same mistake as I did with Fiona. But then I didn’t want to ever hate her. So I nodded, got into the car and drove off and she stood still throughout.
My chest ached so much, I was burning up inside but not because of fury, I wasn’t angry at her, I wasn’t even angry at Peter at that moment. My mind only fueled with the happy moments I shared with Emma and the decision we’ve both come to and it seemed unbelievable. I was real when I said I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Emma. I pictured myself with her, I didn’t give a fuck if she wanted kids or not, all I wanted was her. I wanted her so badly I was willing to defile my parents, get married in the palace hall in the museum and hand it all over to her. Just her, just her.
Emma was my world, I had come to understand that long ago. I wanted to make a U-turn, drive back to her and scream at her feet, begging her. But do I want to beg her, not cheat on me? That was too late. Or to love me? I was not enough for her.
The tears rolled down my cheeks, so smoothly I forgot I haven’t cried in a long time. Then I had begun to sob, I swerved the steering wheel and parked by the side of the road as I sobbed my heart out. I couldn’t believe I lost her. I lost her and this is it. It was the end.
A drive that was supposed to be an hour or two turned to three hours because I had no more energy in me.
“Son? You came home.” Mother breathed as she rushed to me. I didn’t spare her a glance as I tried walking past her but I somehow staggered.
“Liam! Jesus what happened to you?! Why do you look this way?” She held me by the arm to support me, but her presence just made my insides boil more.
“A CEO missing days of work, keeping projects pending all becuase of the old woman of a lady that has fucked you up, time and times again, when would you learn huh?”
I slowly lifted my gaze to meet my father’s and I let out a bitter chuckle. Fuck, it felt so embarrasing but the tears were rolling down again.
“I’m not good enough, I know”
“Who said you are not-”
“Stop acting like a fucking child and get your priority straight” Father cut mother off.
“I hate you all so much, so fucking much, I’m slowly becoming suicidal, wait, I have been suicidal, but I had my parents as my priority and wondered how they would feel when I’m gone, I pushed on with everything all because of you both, yet, this is what I deserve? Do you not even feel any remorse for how much I suffered, you left me with your greedy ass, evil brother that haunted me throughout my childhood, abused me and treated me even less than an animal, you forgave them for the sake of the public image of your family image–wait forgive, you didn’t even punish him for anything, you let them go scott free and instead sent me out of the country, so of course you do have priority.” I was yelling, but it didn’t get rid of the acid that burnt my throat or disrupted the aching of my chest.
“So just fucking stay away from me, do whatever the fuck you want and leave me the fuck alone!” I scolded, walking away and heading to my room. I was heading for a change and to pack a few of my things. As much as I’ve given up on Emma, I couldn’t abandon Grandma, not in this period. I expected it to be hard, Emma was now my ex though we haven’t officially broken up, it was upcoming, and it would hurt more every day but I could hold on to the string for a few more weeks till Granny is discharged.
Mother and Father were still in the same spot as I left them when I came back down, I walked past them and felt their eyes follow me but just like Emma, no one made a move to stop me from leaving.
I was back to the hospital by past midnight, my eyes felt heavy but the minute it landed on Emma, I tried to look as normal as possible.
She took a step towards me as I walked in but I stared past her to the figure lying on the bed.
“How’s she doing?”
She hesitated, her gaze lingering on me for a while before she responded. “Better, she just fell asleep a few minutes ago. Are you staying over? She said with her gaze over to the bag I’m holding on to.
“I booked a hotel”
She whispered an oh
“The doctor called for me, I’ll be heading there now.”
I nodded. And that was it for us, the iceberg was growing stronger and so was the flames burning my chest. I took a sit at first but decided to head for a little smoke. It had been a long time since I had smoked. However, just as I lit the cigarette the whole hospital went dark including the lights outside, then they came back on, however they were dim, and I guessed this was their support light system. Either way I continued smoking until I was ready to get back in.
Something was off, I couldn’t pin point it but the CCTV looked red, like…they were no longer walking and then a figure rushed past me, along with the smell of blood and my eyes had managed to catch that same tattoo, the one I was well familiar with. He had fallen to the ground and his hoodie was off so I could see that he was indeed Emma’s father, however he was stained with blood, which I knew wasn’t it.
“Fuck”