Page 103 of Equilibrium
“Fabulous.”Did I just fucking say fabulous?God, my stomach recoiled.
“Yeah, great.” She seemed confused. Welcome to the club, girl, and meet the new and improved Ophelia. I was proud of myself. None of them were dead.
Yet.
“So, will you join us?”
“Of course, I will. Give me—” I stopped, trying to locate the clock in the room. “What time is it?”
“It’s only six, but you have time. We will be going the whole night.”
“The whole night, huh?” I bet that they would also get super drunk.
“Just give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there. In the backyard, right?”
“That’s right.” God, she had the sweetest voice. I really, really liked her. I liked them all and they fooled me. Why did she have to end up being part of this charade they created?
When she didn’t move from the door, I took a step back, looking at her skeptically.
“Is there anything else?”
She seemed to think about whatever she wanted to say for a moment, before opening her mouth.
“It really isn’t my place.”Then don’t fucking say it.“But I think that Storm really cares about you.”
Oh for fuck’s sake, not this, not now. Was today National-Lets-Fuck-With-Ophelia day?
“Yeah, I don’t—”
“No, I get it. You don’t wanna talk about it, and that’s fine. I just wanted to ask you not to give up on him. These guys—” She stopped for a second, taking a big breath. “They’ve been through a lot. Storm’s been through a lot, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
Yeah, I bet that he looks at me like Charlie looked at the Golden Ticket for the Chocolate Factory. “Just, don’t give up on him. I know that what they’re doing isn’t legal.” Girl, have you fucking met me? “But they’re not bad people. That’s all.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of his heart.” Such good care when I put it into a glass box after I rip it out of his chest. “I’ll see you downstairs, okay?”
“You got it, babe.”
With a smile, she turned around seemingly happy with this whole conversation, and disappeared down the hallway.
Goddammit. What was this weird, fuzzy feeling in my chest?
Nope, Ophelia. You aren’t fucking staying.
And I wasn’t. I had twenty minutes to get my ass ready, and to head down to the office and try to find a weapon I could take. Storm stored those knives he gave me in the basement, but I had no idea where exactly. I didn’t really need to use them during this month. Another fucking mistake, not knowing the environment I was living in.
I walked around the bed straight to the wardrobe and pulled out a hoodie from the top shelf. The asshole wouldn’t be needing it.
I on the other hand, I had no idea where I would end up. I needed to get a hold of Cole or even Agon. At this point, I didn’t even give a fuck which devil I was going to get entangled with. As long as it wasn’t Storm or my father.
But you wanted to talk to your father.
Yes, I fucking did. I wanted to know why he did everything he did, and then I would stab him in the throat for everything he did. However, my personal issues could wait, but Maya couldn’t.
She’d already waited too long for me to find her, and staying here, playing house with Storm wasn’t helping. I wasn’t his equal.
I was his prisoner.
Truth was a stingy bitch, but it had to be said. This turmoil in my chest had to quiet down because there were things more important than my feelings. I just had to remember how to shut down all the emotions and everything that was happening.
