a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

The Night You Died

No words were spoken on the drive back to the mansion, not even a peep out of angels mouth and even though she does annoy me I kinda need something to distract me right now.

Everyone unloads out of the SUV and I do the same, as i near the huge doors Roman stops me.
"Well done for tonight Crimson, from the huge tip we got i'm assuming you were a good little girl for our customer." the way he spoke to me really creeped me out. I nodded
"Given that you were a good girl, you wont be facing any punishment tonight. I bet that will be nice huh, but I will miss hearing your sad little cries and seeing your sexy body outstretched on my bed. But I'm sure it wont take you long to cause more trouble." I fucking hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him. I hate how he talks to me like a child, and i hate how it turns him on.

I blank him and storm towards the alcohol cellar, I pick up the nearest bottle of vodka and march back out and up to my room. I set the bottle on the bathroom counter and turn on the shower.

I drink a quarter of the bottle and get into the shower, I turn the heat all the way up so it burns my skin and i take my loofa and scrub my skin as hard as i possibly can, every so often taking a swig out of the bottle. I don't know how long I sat on the hard shower floor but it felt like forever and yet all the scrubbing and the burning water on my skin didn't get rid of the feeling of that mans body, his hairy chest and his skinny legs.

I lean up against the shower wall, I'm so hot that I might pass out I've scrubbed my skin so hard that some spots are bleeding. As I rest my head on the wall I try to imagine its Toms hard chest, I try to imagine the water is his hands stroking my body, and i try to imagine that were far away and that he's different.
'shh shhh shh, its okay princess' I imagine his voice when he'd talk to me with respect. I wish he were alive. I wish he'd come and save me just like he always did.

When he died, a part of me died with him. After being tortured by that pig for so long it felt strange to think that maybe Ria was right, maybe I love him and maybe he loved me.

All I can imagine now is the sound of the bullet that pierced his beautiful head, blowing his brains onto the floor, leaving nothing but a bloody, gruesome mess. I wonder what he said before he did it. I wonder if he cried my name out. I wonder if he cursed the world.

I cant bear to think of what might've happened because even though a part of me deeply despises that man, a part of me craves his embrace.

I got out of the shower and threw on my robe. I picked up the bottle and walked back into the bedroom and found myself franticly searching for a piece of clothing that might still have his scent on it. And there it is, the jacket he gave me the night i was poisoned. I just stared at it in my hands, I couldn't move I couldn't even think. I just stared.

After a while of staring I finally broke down. I screamed into the jacket and cradled it in my arms sobbing into it. Anger erupted in me. How could I be so stupid and ignorant. How could i trust a random man I met in an elevator to save me. How could I trust him enough to take me away from Tom. How could i go to a random mans house when Tom was out of town.

I chugged the remaining vodka and soon enough i passed out on the floor, hugging Toms jacket.