Ezra
It’s been twenty-eight days, nine hours, and thirty-four minutes since I last saw or spoke to Damien. Since that day, he came clean about everything he’s done since he completely and utterly wrecked me. He hasn’t called or texted me at all. I did say I didn’t want to see him. I suppose he’s just respecting my wishes and leaving me alone to lick my wounds.
I’ve been doing my best to keep busy; between going back to being a VP of my father's company and my broken heart, I’ve had a lot to deal with. Calum and I have been butting heads ever since I got back to the office. Every day I’m waiting for that dreaded call to tell me my father was dead. I can’t sleep at night. Do I tell my father and risk him killing Damien? Or do I keep quiet and let Damien kill my father and fulfill his promise to his dead parents.
My life is such a mess. I’m torn between my family and the man I love. Whatever choice I make I’m going to lose one of them.
Between work and missing Damien, I was suffocating. He’s on my mind constantly, and I wondered if he misses me too or has he moved on already?
Every time I get tempted to call or text him, I remind myself of the state I was in that night. Poor Jordin had to deal with my hysterical breakdown yet again.
Almost a month ago…
Keep it together, Ezra, keep it together.
Damien and I continue gazing at each other until the doors to the elevators slide shut. I let out the breath I had been holding, and like a dam had been broken, my emotions came flowing out of me. I sink to the elevator floor and sob uncontrollably. How could he do this to me? The more I thought about everything he put me through, the harder I cried. I felt like such an idiot for falling for his lies and allowing him to use me.
The elevator doors opened into Jordin’s apartment, and she came rushing over when she heard the bell ring. Her eyes widen when she saw me on the floor, head in my hands, rocking and sobbing. “Oh my…God…Ezra!” She drops the glass in her hand and runs over to me. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Ezra, talk to me. What’s happened?” She questions, pulling my hands away from my head and brushing my hair back so she could look at my face. “Christ, come on.” She helps me up, and we walk out of the elevator toward the living room. She sits me on the sofa, perches in front of me, and looks up at me. “What happened, Ezra?”
“He…he…” I hiccup, shaking my head. “He’s used m-me to get t-to m-my f-father.” I whimper, and she frowns confused, reaching up, she brushes my hair back from my face.
“What? What do you mean?” She asks.
“My father…he’s the o-one that had his p-parents k-killed. He used me so he c-could get close enough to d-destroy him to avenge his parent's death.” I weep, burying my head in my hand. “I’m such an idiot! I loved him, Jordin, I trusted him, and he…he’s destroyed me without an ounce of remorse.”
Jordin sighs, closing her eyes. “I never should have told him where you were. This is all my fault, and I’m so sorry, Ezra. When he told me he loves you, I thought you two might have worked things out. I never expected this. What a colossal asshole.”
I shake my head and attempt to dry my eyes, but more tears just followed. “Oh Jordin, what the hell am I supposed to do now? He begged me to forgive him after he came clean, but how can I ever forgive him for something like this.” I bite my bottom lip and look at my hands.
“Wait, wait…my head is fucked.” Jordin says, getting up to her feet. “Explain this to me properly.” She sits beside me, and I tell her everything he told me, and she listens, her mouth hanging a little lower with every passing minute. “Wow…okay. So, where did you two leave it?”
“He brought me here, we hugged, and well, here I am.” I sigh, tiredly rubbing my temples. “I’m just…exhausted, Jordin. My heart is torn into pieces, and I don’t know how or where to begin to deal with what I’m feeling. I can’t even find the words to tell you how much it hurts and how devastated I feel right now.” Jordin takes my hand into hers and squeezes it supportively.
“What is your heart telling you?”
I shrug and shake my head. “I love him.”
“And your head?”
I lift my gaze and look at her through the tears gathered in my eyes. “Disappear.” Jordin wraps her arms around me and pulls me against her.
“Whatever you decide, I’m here for you, always okay.” I sigh and nod against her chest. “You’re going to be okay.”
“Thank you.” I lay my head in her lap and sob while she strokes my head.
Present…
I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh forlornly.
It’s been a long, hard journey trying to heal after everything, and I’m still trying to pick up the pieces to put my life together. I’m failing miserably at trying to get over him, and that kills me.
I’m just waiting for the divorce papers to come through, and I can put this nightmare to bed and move away as far as possible.
“What the hell?!” I hear Jordin exclaim from the living room. I rush out of my bedroom toward the living room and stop in my tracks. I see a line of men, a young girl with guns in the middle of Jordin’s living room. “Who the hell are you?”
“Where is she? Where is Ezra?” The young girl questions, her eyes scanning the room till they find me, and they narrow to slits. I could turn and run, but then I feared they would hurt Jordin, so I keep myself stock-still while they move over to me.
“Who the hell are you?” I question as they near me.