The Deception Game

Most behaved Child // Part 3

I nodded.

Anything was better than nothing.

"Lead the way." I smiled at Ethan.

*~~~~~*

"Well, you guys go ahead now. Hailey said she booked you guys' tickets, for midnight. It's already 7 in the evening. Go pack. And say goodbye to your friends or... whatever teenagers do at this age." Ethan said, pushing Heath and me out of the hospital doors.

We'd just left the small room with the view to Travon's surgery room. 

I couldn't watch after 2 minutes. Granted, he wasn't visible with his body lying on his stomach and all those nurses and doctors cramped around him. But I was at least, content on seeing his body with my own eyes. To see he was getting treated, for better or worse.

"We don't even come under the age of teenagers." Heath scoffed.

"And yet, your hormones are more more disturbed than most of them." I snorted.

He just glared at me, his mouth shut. He knew it was the truth.

"Oh My God! Do I have to give a ride to her house as well now?" Heath changed the subject, throwing his arms up in air, exaggerating the point.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"You can fuck off, I don't need your ride. I'll go in one of the agency cars."

"WOHOO!! Thank You!" Heath fist pumped the air. "See you in a few hours, blondie!" He winked at me and I showed him the bird.

"Sure, Snow!" I shouted at his retreating back.

He chuckled, getting in the driver's seat of his car and shooting away.

Silence surrounded us as soon as he left and I turned to Ethan, beside me.

"Take care of Travon, please. And yourself aswell. I don't want the next call of Ethan Burns dying due to stress. You're already too old."

"You got nothing to worry about, sister. You take care of yourself there, aswell." He chuckled, patting my head. 

And I pushed his hand away, scowling at him.

"I'm not a fucking pet!"

"Your ride's here. Get in." He said as a black jeep screeched to a halt right in front of us.

I opened the door, settling in the backseat and lowering the window to look at Ethan.

He smiled. "Just go already. You'll get late."

I rolled my eyes. "Like I give a fuck."

*~~~~~~*

We just left my house as soon as I'd finished up the packing.

It was kinda hard with glass shreds lying all around your room, crunching under your feet as you took every step, the closet door's wood bend inside like someone had been shoved in it, hard, broken wood in the place where the dresser used to be, bullet holes marking the walls and white bedsheets stained with blood.

But I managed it, ignoring all the mess and chucking the first hangars of everything in a proper luggage bag this time.

I'd called Birch and Ivy on the way and told them everything that had happened. They said, they'd visit Travon as soon as the surgery completed and I thanked them for it.

I was just left with one person; Arsen.

As much as I hated to, I needed to thank him for all he'd done today. The help with Travon and police.

But I didn't have his number or any other way to contact him. He'd said something about being a part of the agency now so, that meant his residency was listed in our records and retrieving that information was easy when you're half the owner. And that's where I was heading right now. His residency. Atleast his emergency residency which was listed.

This was bad shit, barging unannounced where he lived but I didn't have a choice. I was leaving L.A for dunno how long and my mother didn't raise no bitch.

I was thanking, my ego came later.

"We're here, Miss."

The car stopped right outside a tall, fancy building.

I didn't expect any less. After his car, this was just quite obvious.

"Thank you. What's the apartment number?" I asked the agent in the driver seat.

He'd been the one to check his residency out for me while I packed.

"It said the top penthouse, Miss." He replied.

Told ya.

"Thanks. I'll be back in 5." I thanked him once again, getting out of the car and into the revolving doors of the building.

I wasn't planning on staying or anything. My plan was to say hi when he opened the door, thank him from outside and leave the second goodbye left my mouth, and without setting a foot inside his apartment.

My wet hair (I'd taken a shower in the guest room before leaving the house) bounced around me as I took the elevator to the top floor, waiting for it to arrive, all the while playing with the ends of my wet strands, anxiously.

I was nervous! And hell, I don't even know why!

Alora! Get a grip! The inner voice yelled at me and I heaved a sigh just as the elevator dinged, announcing the arrival to the top floor.

I stepped out, taking a step forward to ring the doorbell on the side of the huge golden double door.

Exactly 10 seconds later, yea I counted, the door knob turned.

Here goes nothing.

"Alexander, tenere premuto su." I heard his voice snapping at whoever was on the other side of the phone, before I saw him. Wow, he knows another language. And just the one I've no ducking clue about.

"How many fucking time do I have to tell you?! I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING WELCOMING COOKIES! DONT COME UP HERE AGA-" Arsen shouted, opening the door, not even bothering to look up from his mobile and then his eyes widened when he looked down from his impossibly high height.

"Um, hey?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, waving stupidity at him, trying my best not to let my eyes to wander anywhere other than his face, for example; his shirtless, perfectly sculpted and toned chest or his deep V lines, visible through his low hanging black skinny jeans.

Oh crap...

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THAT WAS ITALIAN! Google translate it if you want the meaning because since Alora, doesn't know which language or what he said, I can't aswell.

Italian and boys is just breaking hot. *swoosh to Mars*

FUCK! SHIT! WHAT DID I JUST WRITE??!

Cliffhanger yay or nah?!

VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE IF YOU LIKED PLZ.

I wanted to make up for the stupid explanations above by writing that ending.

Sorry, i wasn't able to update sooner. My sister stole the laptop, like who steals from their own sister AND A LAPTOP?!

Comment your teams out plz.

#teamHeath

#teamArsen

Or even

#teamEthan.

HAHAHHAAH! I KNOW, I'M CRUEL!