The Return of Rose

Chapter 22: You aren't

I sighed.

"I know you said to trust you and everything but if I'm going to be by your side shouldn't I know what you're thinking so I don't have to be on the side helpless? Aren't we working together? In all of this?" He proceeded.

I closed the door and walked closer to his side with my arms crossed and also staring at the nice view outside of the windows. I could see my reflection looking at me. Except she looked dead. Lifeless. Her eyes were red and her hair looked ready to go back to the curls it was meant to have. But that's the point. I didn't really like to have my wavy-curly hair. I always liked it straight.

I looked away and stared at Christian. "You're right." I admitted. "You know how thoughtless I am when I get angry." I chuckled even though the situation wasn't funny at all. "I am right about one thing though; When I heard what my ex fiancé had to say about the whole him  cheating thing which wasn't true, I thought I was going to go crazy because I didn't want to believe Chris had really been selfish and set this whole thing up from the beginning. And when he confirmed it was true, I just felt like something in me died. I don't know what I'm feeling right now Christian, but I do know I'm going to make Chris pay even if it means putting my life in danger. Imagine we could be rich. Fuck Chris and his money. . . Christian I need to start somewhere and that somewhere is here. You know, Mr.Bianchi is sick." I smirked.

Of course after saving Christian from Bianchi's disaster home, I had to do research on him. I asked around to pry into his information which was easy due to Chris always working with him. Although after I thought I had done a good amount of digging through his personal information, I came across a rumor. A rumor that actually turned out to be true. He had lung cancer, hence the coughing up blood when I was leaving his office. The guy was old. In little time after I have learned his ways, he will surely die and I will make sure that I become the head of the family whatever the cost may be.

"He has lung cancer. He won't live for long. So after he dies and I have already learned his cruel ways, well I'm going to make sure that I become the head of the family." I whisper.

Even though I had a long way to go, I couldn't deny the excitement I felt in my chest that I was a little closer to what I wanted to reach for.

"How long have you thought about this?" Christian interrogated

"Long enough. Now you know at what I'm trying to get at Christian.... I have some things to take care of so I'll be back a little later." I turned around to leave but quickly got reminded of something. "Can I see your phone?"

He tilted his head a little in confusion, but still went into his pocket digging out his phone. "Why-"

I grabbed his phone from his hand and turned to leave. "Chris cannot know where we are. So I have to cancel my bank accounts, throw away our phones, and well—do other things to throw us of the radar."

I closed the door behind me and made my way downstairs. Rafa was alone outside smoking a cigarette, staring into the forest with his other hand his pocket.

"I have a favor to ask?" I asked as I stood by him, but still giving him some space.

"Mhm." He didn't glance at me.

"Would you happen to have a spare car?"

He looked at me with a puzzled look. "And why would you need a spare car when you have one parked in front of the other house?" He mumbled, balancing the cigarette that was between his lips.

"Because I want to sell it, burn it, I don't care as long as it's getting rid of."

He nodded. "Well there is someone you could sell it off to—a junkyard place where it's kind of off radar." He suggested.

I nodded.

"I'll take you. I have to make sure you're alright. Bosses orders."

I told him it was fine and I grabbed my things then we left.

As we rode in the traffic, I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I was tired—as if my face didn't already say it all. But I knew I couldn't sleep while a stranger was next to me. We didn't have each other's trust.

I opened the window all the way down feeling the cold crispy breeze. I dig into my purse and pull out my phone and Christians, then I throw them out the window watching as the other cars run over the plastic material. I erased every little thing on them and I wanted to get rid of them so I did it right now before I had second thoughts.

I hope I wasn't making a mistake.

You aren't.

Because if I did, well there wasn't a way back. I felt like I was digging deeper into the hole while the other side of me was watching numbly. 

And maybe that was just easier to do. Just watch myself dig myself into bigger problems while a other side of me stood on the sidelines silently screaming to get out before it was too late.

But I know that when I'm in the middle of doing something that I will regret, I just turn a blind eye and pretend I wasn't warned.

Like I said, it was easier to do. And it would definitely hurt me in the long run.

A/N: Im sorry that it took long to put this chapter out. I was just being lazy, but I hope I made it up. I'll do my best to keep updating more frequently.

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-B