Poisoned Game

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

—Delilah Quinn—

The weather was a little bloomy today and for some reason I just felt like crawling into bed while I lay there for hours and hours. The thoughts of binge watching some stupid show I've found from an edit that gaslit me into watching was fresh on my mind. That was always better than going out and enjoying whatever the hell mother nature was.

That was all besides the point, the point was, Rosalie hadn't contacted me at all since I've found out about her little schemes or so my family says. Things weren't looking too good for me at all. By things I meant love, it always seemed like I was the one that was going to be hurt in the end, never giving me a break. What was the point of it. Love.

When Rosalie admitted that she was into me I couldn't help but to feel like I was going to die right on-sight. I'd spent years crushing over her and having a massive and obvious crush on her for her to just now like me and for what? We honestly had nothing in common, and she quite literally is supposed to hate my guts... even if some parts of her have been in them already.

She was a Cartier. Something my Uncle really hated and with an uncle like him, I wouldn't even be surprised if she flew to Atlanta to be away from my family and I. But that's not what she wanted at all. I should have seen the signs, she wanted to kill me and my family.

When Oliver told me to kill her, I should have. I should have went against her and buried down that stupid crush I had to just save what I had but now I've gotten my company and family in danger.

I just thought that she was different, considering where she came from and especially because of the way she acted with me. She didn't judge me or every time I opened my mouth to speak and the way she cared for me—or at least thought she cared for me, was just amazing. It sucks that it was all a lie, all fake.

  "I'll go inside and see if she's here. You just wait in the car." Alona says,

I scoffed as I watched her get out of the car. She was taking way too long to just even walk up to the door, imagine how long she was going to take when she got inside the place.

Something about this made my heart tighten and my palms sweaty. I knew I was nervous but I didn't exactly know why. I was sure Rosalie was okay, she was always okay. She had to be Okay, or at least more than that. Then once I found that out then we could talk about all this nonsense my family is saying. It was most likely a misunderstanding. It had to be.

The suspense was killing me and I couldn't handle it anymore, if she walked any slower my skin would vanish in thin air, hell I would be with my great-grandparents right about now, if I waited another second. I rushed out of the car and ran up to the door before knocking like I was crazy.

And I was. I was crazily addicted to her and I needed to make sure she wasn't standing me up and none of these accusations were true. I needed to know that I wasn't just some play thing because I really did like her too much, way too much that even my heart couldn't handle it. Too much that I was scared to call it anything other than small feelings.

  "I told you to wait inside the car, Lilah. If the truth is what we think it is then I can't watch you get hurt again. I need you to get back in the car and let me handle this." Alona said as she stood by me.

She was right, Maybe I should have stayed in the car and maybe this all could have been just some joke but I couldn't help but to hesitate at the thought. It was better that I found out by myself anyway.

  "Lonnie, I have to know. Let me know, please." I frowned,

Alona sighed before throwing her arms around my shoulder and raising her hand up to the door as she knocked this time.