After Effects

Chapter 11 • After Effects

I froze beneath his intense glare, swallowing slowly as I thought of a way to escape the current situation... well, without having to deal with it of course.

"You!" he repeated with a kind of animalistic growl. Was he secretly some kind of animal? That would explain his consistent grumpy and mean aura... Okay not really, so I apologize to all offended animals. 

"Um..., " I trailed off stupidly as I searched for words but came up with none.

"Aren't you a little tired of messing up my life?" he snarled lowly making me tremble. "What kind of game are you playing? Was this all Keston's doing? I bet he put you up to all of this. First, you shoot me, then you try to get close to my family, what next huh? What's the next game plan and why any of it?" he asked accusingly, spitting Keston's name like it was a bad taste in his mouth. I only shook more.

Jake was right. Mr. Remora thought that Keston was making me do all this in deed. Why couldn't he just understand something called an accident? I mean, I shot him accidentally, you all know that right? It was an accident! And me becoming friends with his sister was just... I don't know... also an accident? But anyways, we all know that I didn't ask Whitney to drag me over to the 'rich' table, and my bumping into Mr. Remora again was, without any questioning, a total accident.

Well he doesn't seem to think so, my subconscious hissed. Yeah, I could see that too.

"If I ever find out that anything else that happens around here is your fault, I will-" Wait a minute! Why exactly was all the blame being put on me even before anything else happens? Can't a girl make a few mistakes and not get blamed for everything else except the stuff that she actually did? Like seriously, you shoot a billionaire once and they pin every other accident on you. My advice...don't add Shoot a Billionaire to your bucket list.

"- I will make sure that neither you, your little friend, or your father ever make it-"

"Okay enough," I interrupted him, holding my hand up...that wasn't the smartest move since his jaw ticked and his glare started burning, but whatever. "I'm so sick of you always blaming me for everything!" I hissed lowly since I didn't want the attention of everyone in the room. "I don't know why you think that the world revolves around you, cause newsflash, it doesn't. Maybe I'm just trying to have a nice time here, did that ever occur to you? Huh? Not everyone can be as perfect as you Mr. Remora, some people actually-"

"Shut up." The clipped, authoritative voice of the most intimidating man I had ever met, met my ears. My mouth snapped shut as soon as the order was made and I realized it a little too late for my liking. I slowly reopened my mouth, ready to blast him for ordering me around since it had been his powerful and commanding voice that had made me shut up automatically, but he shut me up again.

Who the hell did he think he was? I was fuming to the point of bursting a vein in my forehead.

"Ms. Harrington, I suggest you do not try to complete that statement because there is a boundary line for everything and I'm afraid you'll do more than cross your line if you continue." he stated, blinking slowly... very distracting if you asked me...

"I am crossing the line?" Was this guy serious? "I have to say Mr. Remora, that I do believe that line exists and must be upheld, but let's look at it this way," I clasped my hands together with a crazily sweet smile on my face, "if someone crosses the line, like for this instance you — since that's all you've been doing since we've met— then I have to cross the line as well to get you back behind it." I explained as if I was talking to a five year old.

He growled and took a step closer to me.

"I don't know why you think you have such great powers to speak to me at all much more to speak to me in this manner."