Chapter Eighty
Chapter Eighty
Call me when you have reached a conclusion," I said, and turned away from Vivian, wallowing in worry and depression.
I walked as fast as I could and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Oregon! Please wait!" I heard her call loudly from behind, and my heart jumped. I could hear her footsteps coming closer, and I gulped hard with guilt.
"Stop!" I yelled, without turning back to look at her. "Don't come close, just go! Get out of my life."
"Oregon, what is wrong? What is the matter with you? Can you at least explain what is going on? Please, I beg you," she said tearfully.
I clenched my fists tightly as a means to keep my composure and stop the tears from leaving my eyes.
"I don't want to see you," I snapped. "Neither do I want to talk to you. I want to be alone."
I proceeded to leave when she came again with her thunderous voice.
"Fine then! Fine! But at least tell me why you are doing this to me? Why, Oregon?! Why?"
"I don't have anything to say," I whispered coldly.
"Don't I deserve an explanation for your sudden mean character now? We were happy a few hours ago, what happened? Are you just going to push me away, leaving me confused and distressed?" she said, and I heard her sobbing. My heart broke, and the tears finally escaped from my eyes.
"I don't care how you feel, Vivian. It's over between us, and that's it," I said, gnashing my teeth.
"How about you take some rest and cool your mind. You should also take a cold shower too, it eases the mind and withers stress. I will come back later for you. Please don't leave your room," she said.
"You won't find me there," I said quickly.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
"I will find you," she said, and I started walking away. I met Damien coming in, and I turned my face away. I could not allow him to see my sad and teary face.
I went straight to my room and once again, I began to think hard, and I got lost. Suddenly, I remembered what Vivian had told me about coming to my room, and my heart started racing.
"She shouldn't come here," I muttered and bit my bottom lip, which was already pale white and chapped.
I stood up from the bed and looked around, trying to find somewhere to hide, but I found no better place. She would be able to find me in the room, no matter where I hid, no matter if it was big or not.
I thought of hiding outside, but where? I wasn't even in the mood to go outside the penthouse walls or even go for a drive. I felt like staying somewhere very quiet and secluded, and then drinking as much alcohol as I could find.
I had no choice though, I had to go outside. I just prayed I wouldn't see or bump into Vivian outside. I wasn't ready to see her face or talk to her. The instant I stepped my feet outside, I saw Laura trying to open her door.
When her eyes met mine, her heart seemed to skip. She fearfully blinked her eyes and gulped down the lump in her throat heavily and audibly.
"You still stay here?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered, nodding her head as she tried to avoid my gaze.
I sighed deeply, locked my door, and walked towards her. I noticed how much she was shivering, but I didn't care.
"Where are you coming from?" I asked with a stern voice.
"I'm... I'm actually going out," she stuttered, her eyes looking at her slippers.
"Out?" I asked.
"Yes. To meet some friends," she answered, trying to control her vibrating voice.
"With this outfit?" I asked, scrolling my eyes from her head to toe.
She swallowed and coiled her toes. "I will change there. We aren't supposed to dress that classy. Simple and casual clothes are enough."
I chuckled. "Do you take me for a fool?" I asked.
"Huh," she muttered and looked at me. Our gazes locked, and I noticed how a shiver ran through her spine.
"I'm sorry!" she said quickly in a state of plea.
"It's so obvious you are going inside," I said.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked.
"Pardon?" she let out a whisper and faced me.
"Open the door!" I yelled.
"Huh," she mumbled.
"Are you deaf? Or are you just trying to play deaf? Open the darn old door!" I growled, and she slowly pushed it open.
I entered and turned to see her standing by the door, on the other side, and gawking at me with widened eyes and an open mouth.
"What are you doing?" I asked, and her mouth went shut.
"Huh," she said softly.
"Enter," I ordered strictly, and she walked inside the room slowly.
"What did you think you were doing, Isabella!" I yelled, and her whole body shook.
She stared at me with twitching eyes. "Yes, King Oregon?" she asked.
"Shouldn't you shut the door?" I asked, and she turned back to see the door fully open.
"Oh my goodness!" she gushed, chuckling nervously. "How did that happen? Let me take care of that."
She ran to the door and slowly closed it, causing it to produce a creaking sound.
"Hurry up, Isabella. You are really getting on my nerves," I snapped, feeling frustrated, and she slammed the door shut.
"Done," she said softly and gave a small smile.
"Let me stay here for a while," I whispered and sat on the sofa.
I looked at her and saw she was giving me a pitiful look.
"Mind if I stay?" I asked.
"It's fine," she said, smiling sincerely.
"You shouldn't look at me with that face and those eyes," I said.
"Excuse me?" she whispered.
"Don't pity me," I warned, my voice sounding cold and soft at the same time. "I can murder you without anyone knowing."
Her heart skipped, and she clutched onto her chest immediately.