Ethan pov
How can she be so irresponsible!
Why the hell isn't she picking up my call!
And why the hell she didn't speak anything when I called her!
I swear I am going to give her a good punishment for fuc*** with my brain cells like that.
I know I was a bit wrong in persuading her to shoot...but I did it for her own good.
In the long run when she is a successful independent women, she will herself thank me for it.
Outside I rejected the long list of models, who wanted to do this shoot.
For what you ask?
For her.
And see where it got us. Hell I even asked sorry for leaving her all those years back.
What else does she want from me?
To rub my nose on her heel and plead her?
I was young, I was stupid.
I agree.
But she has to understand that she didn't suffer alone.
How could I see her face after knowing she has murdered my best friend.
Only a saint could do that.
And I was no way near.
"Fuc** Vivian! Why do you have to be like this!"
Cursing ,I speed through the highway. Tracking the location my investigator sent me.
I reach it to only rush it.
It looked like a cheap club and my anger towards her rose like a volcano.
Just wait my little Phoenix.
I will definitely punish you for this stunt of yours when I get you back home.
Pushing aside sweaty bodies,I try finding her to only have some who*** throw themselves at me, trying to touch my chest and seduce me.
Pushing them aside I checked ,each and every corner to find her no where.
Running my hand through my hair, I looked around at the neon lights.
Getting really restless.
Where are you dammit!
I look at the bartender and pull out my phone, showing him her photo.
He immediately recognised her and hope rose in my chest.
"Where?"
"She was here few minutes ago. Those guys there misbehaved and she left."
I turn around to see where he pointed and my hands clench into fists.
A group of 4 boys boys stood there, drinking and laughing.
Their words, making me see red.
"She was really something man. Her ass and sass were both....'
The other asks, urging him to continue.
"Were what hot?"
The other moves his head a no. Raising his finger and winking at his friends
"Fuc*able"
They all chuckle and I couldn't stop myself.
Nor was I responsible for what happened next.
Holding the man's collar from behind, I pull him off the seat and he stumbles back falling down.
"What the hell do you say ! You piece of shit!"
"What...chill man! What's your problem!"
Moving closer to him ,I pick him up by holding his collar.
As he tries to break free.
His friends get on my back, trying to loosen my grip on him. To only have me hold his neck tighter and choke him.
"Leave him you psycho!!"
I push back the ones on my back. To only have them fall down. Gasps and screams surround us as the crowd goes in frenzy.
"Who ....who are you?"
The one I held asks, as he thrashed in my grip.
My next words making his eyes to widen.
"Husband of the girl you were talking about."
"I ....I....am sorry man...I didn't knew......"
He pleaded.
"Too late."
And that's when I smash his head on the conter behind where alcohol bottles were lined.
Leaving him , I see his body drop and I turn around to look at his friends.
Folding up the sleeve of my shirt, making them look at each other.
They gulp looking at their unconscious friend behind me and decide to be wise and run from their.
Adjusting my shirt, I walk out with people making way for me.
She has to be here somewhere.
She can't walk too far.
I was looking in the alleys when suddenly I hear a gunshot and my brain froze.
No ..no ...
Running towards its source, I turn around few curves to only have my rushed footsteps slower down.
The scene I saw, making my heart to stop.
No! This can't be happening!
There she layed on the pavement, her head resting on the wall behind.
A body laying in front of her with blood everywhere.
The person was shot, twice.
But I didn't cared. Stepping over him,I assess her body for any injuries.
To breathe finally.
Oh god! Thank goodness!
She was fine.
Holding her face in my palms, I try to get her attention.
"Vivian? Hey! Come on....yes come on open your eyes."
Her green eyes were dropping, her neck falling back.
And I pull her to my chest.
"Eth....an"
She says and I nod at her, running my thumb on her cheek . Cleaning her tears.
My eyes take in her bruised neck, someone's fingerprints were imprinted on it.
And the very thought of someone forcing her, made me clench my fist.
"Are you hurt ? Tell me."
She lifts his hands to hold mine and whispers lowly.
"He....he....the man...."
Confused, I see her eyes closing and I pat her face.
"Vivian hey? Open your eyes."
Fuc**
I curse when I see her almost unconscious. Her body going limp in my arms.
Holding her to my chest, I adjust her to only feel something wet my arm.
I have never felt so afraid before.
My shirt sleeve. It was all red with her blood. And that's when I pull her to me and look behind her head.
Sh**
It has wounded, like someone banged it against a wall.
And panic fills it.
"Vivian! Don't close your eyes! Hey! Listen to me!"
But she has already surrender. Afraid I pull her to my chest and look around to find help.
Too lost and confused to do anything.
"Help! Someone help!"
I scream , picking her up to take her to my car.
I walked through the alley, checking on her every few seconds.
She is breathing....
She will be fine.
I had crossed around two lanes,when suddenly I hear sirens of an ambulance.
They rush and I place her in it.
While getting in along her.
They check her vitals and give her an inhaler.
While I hold her hand in mine. Kissing it again and again.
It's fine Ethan.
It's fine.
She will be okay.
I say trying to calm myself. Almost at the brink of loosing my rationality and senses.
I have lost her already.
I can't loose you too Vivian.
I just can't loose you.
I feel teardrops wet my hands and that's when I realise I was crying.
For her.
For the girl I thought I hated.
For the girl that took my everything from me.
Yet ,whose worth I am still yet to know.
..............
A man stands in the dark alley, hidden from everyone's eyes.
His hands placed in his pant pockets as he stares at the boy holding Vivian in his arms and placing her inside it.
The doors are closed and the ambulance drives away.
Making the man to lean his head against the wall and close his eyes.
He stays still, like that for next few minutes to finally take out his cell from his pocket and call someone.
"Yes boss"
"I am sending you the location. Clean the mess."
"Okay boss."
The person hesitates, but still asks.
"Boss....will you be returning tonight?"
The man sighs, looking up at the moon and answering.
"No"
And with this he hangs up the call and walk down the alley. A black sedan stood at the side of the pavement, waiting for him.
And he gets seated in it.
"Where to Sir?"
His driver asks and he replies in his usual intimidating voice.
"The graveyard"
The Sedan starts and he looks outside at the trees passing by. Physically present but mind lost somewhere else.
When suddenly the driver asks, interrupting his thoughts.
" Anything special today ,Sir?"
And he sadly smiles. Looking up at the old man in the center mirror, who has been his driver for almost all his life.
"Today is her birthday"
He says,with a sad smile on his lips. The driver merely nods, knowing how every month on the same day ,at the same time he visits the same place.
Yet, today it was different.
The Sedan stops in the silent place.
And the man steps out, closing the front buttons of his tuxedo.And walking in.
His footsteps stop near a grave,which was covered in leaves.
The grave that no one visited in all these years, except him.
"I am sorry my Dulzura that I couldn't bring you your favourite flowers today."
He says, sitting down on the muddy ground. Not caring of his expensive clothes getting ruined.
"A very happy birthday!"
His firm yet withered hands, move over the cold marble of the grave as he tries to feel her presence beside him.
"Your daughter is just like you. She has your face and your dark hair....except for those eyes."
He chuckles to himself.
"She got them from me...."
"And yes that indomitable spirit....she is your carbon copy in that. I almost remembered you seeing her stand up to that boy' in the club."
He smiles, looking down at the grass.
"Don't scold me. I know I am being like a typical dad. Following her and stalking her.'
"But-"
He goes silent for few seconds.
"You know my reasons. Now that she is all over the news....and he knows about it..he will try to hurt her to get to me."
"Just like he hurted....you and my other child......"
"But I promise. This time. He won't win."
Clenching the grass in his fingers, he uproots it.
As he whispers next.
"I will kill him with my own hands."
.
.
.
"I will avenge your death"
Looking up, he stares at the tombstone, and the words written on it in bold .
Amelia Klein( 1978-1999)
Beloved wife of Roman Klein
Mother of Vivian Klein and Aliza Klein
How he wished above these two , he could write in bold and engraved words, the only title he could give her.
The lover of Edward Rogers.
Lifting himself up , he takes a deep breath.
His shaking hands moving towards the right to another grave that made tears well in his eyes.
"I am.... sorry..... I couldn't save you.... please forgive me..."
Was all he says as he clenches his fist. And the wind blows suddenly, making the leaves to move and the name to become visible .
A sob breaks through his lips, as he read it.
The name he decided for her when he held her infant form in his arms for the first time.
Sophie Rogers.
1997 -2015
Daughter of Esme Rogers and Edward Rogers.