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Truth itself wanders through the forests
WERNER HERZOG
Acurtain of unshed tears blocked my vision, as I hurried into the building that housed Chicago's most cut-throat lawyers. My uncle was a restless man. His sons didn't sustain the same thirst or stamina as him. I did. Law and the power of the legal system, as flawed as it was, has always intrigued me. I had a fire in my belly for long battles inside a court room. I breathed in fear and spat out venom. I drunk the tears from the weak and laughed over their stumbled words. Inside the court room I was something else. Completely different to the wallflower that stood there crying while waiting for the elevator doors to ping open. I tried to blink hot traitorous tears from my eyes before anyone could say that I was crying.
The doors opened and I stepped inside, scurrying to the back corner after pressing the tenth floor. A hand passed a handkerchief toward me. My shaking hands took it, heavy tears clung to my lashes. My heart was broken, and I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Should I be working? Should I be at the hospital? Should I be at Bellz’s house with her parents? Fuck…..
I wiped my eyes, mouthing a mortified thank you. When I looked up, our gazes collided, and my insides crushed like a glass ceiling shattered by a supernova. He was so dark and alluring. He was dangerous. One look had my skin on fire. It was him. Him. I didn’t know him, but I had dreamed of him last night, slipping in and out of sleep. I was wrapped in moments of crying and screaming, waking to realize that I was in fact no longer in a hospital room. I was in fact in a room in a place that held secrets and love stories that were one sided and expensive.
He was in fact the man that I had been dreaming of every night since I was thirteen. Since I’d started reading romance books under the covers inside my room. I was hiding from the world as Bellz leaped head first into the fast lane. She was kissing like the stories, with real boys, behind bleachers at school and swimming naked with them in her family swimming pool while her parents were holidaying in Greece and just the staff were watching her. I sat on the edge of the pool, hiding my eyes under her mother’s designer sunglasses with burning red cheeks as she explored the male anatomy.
He was the man whose eyes drowned me at the club last night. He was breathtaking from afar, up close he was something entirely different. He was encased in fire—his skin glowed like he had been dipped in gold. His hair was black, shaved at the sides, long on top swished back over his head. His eyes were two silver moons—the kind that change color in different light and different situations. He gave me far more than a heart rush. I folded the handkerchief between my fingers. He leaned down closer to me. My breathing quickened and I held my breath. One lone tear slipped from my eye and his thumb slowly moved over my cheek, catching the tear as it rolled down my cheek. He swiped it softy from my skin as it rippled under his touch. My eyes were on his. I bit my lip as he growled, then the doors opened. I was frozen. He smiled down at me, his eyebrows raised with a grin, and my insides exploded.
He stepped toward the door catching it just before it closed. He held it open, his designer suit sleeve rose and my eyes fall to his wrist where a razor blade with a heartbeat cut through it rested, tied with blacked leather and beads to his wrist. “After you,” were the words that fell from his mouth. I walked on shaky legs past him and down to my modest corner office. I could see for miles from here, get lost inside the clouds and watch people around me with cold eyes and a sad heart. I remember the words she said to me.“Nothing bleeds quite like a broken heart. Spin your soul in circles and pick a direction when you open your eyes and I’ll see you there.”
Inside that office sat Eric, in his over-priced suit and over-shined loafers. A sick smirk kissed his cracked lips. How did I ever find this appealing. I allowed his hands to touch me, his lips to kiss me and his dick to come in me. I shivered in disgust. Self-sabotage, I will chalk it up as that. He was there and he was what daddy wanted for me, a son of a senator. He had connections my father needed. He worked in places that benefited father. I kissed him one night in the dark at a party and ruined the last five years of my life.
“Well, you’re dressed up in lies and cheap cologne, aren’t you.” I walked past him to the other side of my desk that had vases of flowers strewn all over it with cards of sympathy on them. Closing my eyes, I pressed my index fingers into my temples to soothe the ache that stomped under the skin. Was it from the vodka? The little white pill? The death of Bellz or the fact that lord dick pants was sitting in my office breathing in my air.
“It’s five hundred an hour for people I like and one thousand for people that require me to pretend to be interested, so unless you want to be invoiced for my time, I’d leave,” I spat at him pulling out my chair and crossing my legs with a pointed glare at him that he would have never seen before. I went to bed a wallflower and woke up a queen with fucking attitude.
His lips started to move, the voice scratched down my spine as my eyes fell to my uncle’s office and the masterpiece that sat in it, watching me watch him.
“Bad night?” Eric’s eyes lingered on my puffy eyes, as I watched the man behind him.
“The worst. But you wouldn’t give a shit though.” I didn’t even have the manners to smile politely. I could hear my mother saying, Brenyn, be polite and smile. Eric made my skin crawl and I wanted him gone.
“I highly doubt that,” he had the balls to say as he stood blocking my view of the monster of a human that was watching each move with a perfectly arched eyebrow and a smirk that had my panties wet.
“Oh, I’ll bet you anything my night was far worse than yours.” I choked on a laugh that tried to leave my body, my eyes snapping from mystery man’s to Eric’s. “You’re fucking kidding, right?” I stepped closer to him as he stood taking a dangerously closer step to me. His fist clenched in the telltale fist, that if I didn’t watch my words, I would wear a closed fist to a part of my body and being in view of the office didn’t worry a cunt like Eric.
“I had the quite needy and outrageous Orla blowing up my phone. Along with your brothers and father looking for you. You, Brenyn, well, where the fuck where you and what is this?” His hand flew around the room, swishing the thick scent of the mixed flowers with arrays of stunning greenery.
It looked like a tropical forest dipped in the vibrant colors of the rainbow. I laughed. If I didn’t, I would cry again. “Funny, is it?” he questioned me, his body vaguely threatening. His eyes were black with rage and mine were crystal blue, waking up the devil and dancing in my new found strength, freedom and broken shackles. It felt good on me, and I was going to fucking embrace it.
“These are a stunning and quite expensive selection of bouquets and little notes.” I smiled picking up a vase and breathing in the heavy heavenly scent. “And this,” I plucked a note from one bouquet while his eyes flamed, the fiery pits of rage. I held the note to my lips and winked over his shoulder to the monster whom now was standing at the glass wall of my uncle’s office, his hands in his black Amani dress pants, watching the exchange with questions in his glare and sparks of anger zapping from him. A male can feel another’s rage and Eric’s was pointed at me with a side of a fist to the face if I pushed him further. He always used his fists when he felt the control was slipping. “This is a love note from him,” I pointed the card at the man behind him and Eric’s vein in his neck popped. His anger splattered red over his face with a tinge of purple at the edges. He took two large strides towards me and picked up a vase of flowers throwing it at the glass wall behind me. One after another, after another, after another, until there was nothing left but splattered water, flower stems and soggy cards and notes. None from the masterpiece that now stood at the door of my office with a whole different energy of anger pointed at Eric. Eric was yelling abuse—it was so loud, so violent, so out of control that I grabbed my bag and walked from the chaos, past the man with silver moons for eyes that now burned red like lava from an erupting volcano. “So close yet so far,” I whispered as I walked past him and got out of the building.
Bellz walked beside me clapping her hands and whispering, “Let’s get shit faced and dance the night away.”
