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"What the hell makes you think that I want to hear anything you have to say. I wasn't fucking talking to you. Percy can speak for himself." Ella takes another step into Camille's face and I see the fire blazing in her eyes and the blood pumping furiously in the veins against her neck.
"Percy no longer has to be bothered with the help." Camile spits out, right as she lifts her hand and pokes Ella in the middle of her forehead, mushing her back. My conscious and my subconscious, the good angel and the little devil on my shoulders all say Oh shit at the same time. In my drunken stuper I don't react fast enough but Ella does. Before the entire motions of Camille shoving her back is complete, Ella pulls her hand back and smacks Camille hard enough that her diamond stud earrings go flying off.
Camile tries to right herself and swing back but Ella is faster and is on a fucking mission.
Ella grabs hold of Camille's hair and begins to punch her in her face. Camille doesn't have a chance in hell and finally I gather my wits and pull Ella off. It's harder than I should but I can't really reign in my strength.
"You fucking bitch!" Camille screams from behind me. "Wait until I get to my lawyer, you're going to fucking rot in jail for what you've done. I'll ruin you! If it's the last damn thing I do!" Camille is rabid, basically foaming at the mouth with anger.
"Do it! I dare you too. You pitiful needy slut of a woman. I'm ashamed to share the same fucking gender as you." Ella's face is a mix of sweat and tears but the anger in her eyes is over taking anything else.
Ella looks over to me finish with the verbal beating she gave Camille, "Percy, is this your fucking decision? This is what you want to do?"
"What makes you think-"
She cuts me off before I can finish my statement, "God dammit! it's a simple yes or no! Is this what you're going to do?"
"Yes." I bite out, I'm not going to be guilted into feeling bad about moving on from the woman who broke my heart.
"Fine, don't fucking call me. Don't look for me. Don't email me, nothing. I want nothing more to do with you." I'm fucking confused out of my mind shouldn't that be what I'm telling her? She storms over to the door but before she leaves she turns shooting me one last poisionous glare, "You know for someone who's been in the journalism business for so long, I'd think you'd know this but next time you might want to check your fucking sources." With that she walks out and leaves me there even more confused than I was before.
What fucking sources. What is she talking about?
"I'm going to rip her a new one in court." Camille says and suddenly sobriety takes affect.
"You're not going to do no such thing. You put your hands on her first. Next time you have to know your target." I shrug and move away from her.
"But... I... You'd still take her side in all of this. I thought we had an understanding." She crosses her arms and pokes out her hip, looking more like a petulant child than a grown woman.
"Understanding. No we don't have any type of understanding. In fact, I think you ought to leave as well. I'm not in the mood for any female company tonight."
She smoothes her hair back and tries to put her hands on me again but I catch her wrist and pull her hands down to her side. "Camille, get out." I stare into her eyes and after a few seconds the phony smile that she had on her face drops and she turns on her heel walking out quickly.
I follow behind her making sure to lock the door this time. Who knows who else is going to decide to pop in tonight. The world resumes spinning as I make my way to my bed.
I can't put what Ella said out of my mind, for someone who's so guilty why did she make it seem like I'd just made a really big mistake.
I groan and roll over into the mound of pillows on my bed. Ella's scent is still heavy. From what she said before she left, this is the best I'm ever going to get to being with her again. It sickens me to my stomach to know that even after all she's done to me the smell of her is still enough to soothe me.
I want to hate her but loving her feels so much better.
36
percy
Four days have passedsince this entire mess has blown up and finally after a complete media freeze out, people are starting to move on to other stories. Of course, the company is going to have to make a statement about what was leaked but as of right now no one is making any moves.
Our stock has dropped a whopping forty six points and sales have gone down the tubes. My father has been catching all different types of flack from the upper echelon of our social circles. Brick by brick our entire legacy was crumbling beneath our feet.
I've been speaking with Greg, advising him on what to do with the company in my absence. I haven't been back to the office since the story broke. I don't want to fucking deal with anyone right now. More so I know if I leave this house there's a good chance I'll go try and find Ella.
It feels like I'm going through fucking withdrawal. I have to stop myself several times a day from picking up the phone and calling her. Even though I know what we had wasn't real it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. This is why I don't do relationships. I don't have time to deal with a damn break up.
My cell phone rings and I reach over to see who it is. A small twinge of hope that it's Ella, of course just like ever time before it's not. It's Ian. I haven't spoken to him since the day our father came to the office and accused him of leaking all of this to the press. I need to go over to my parents house and get this sorted out because Ian had nothing to do with this.
"Yeah." I answer the phone and it takes Ian a second to answer.
"Percy? You sound worse than me after a week long binger." He chuckles weakly.
