I'm standing outside of the house,
waiting for the guys to get out here
so we can go to stupid Russia.
It's 4:30 am, and it's freezing,
at this point I should just go inside.
Before I came out they were walking
down the staircase arguing; meaning Braxton was yelling while Ethan stares.
The door opens behind me and
I actually get excited for a second,
then I realize it's just
Zander, at least I won't be alone.
"Marceline, it's cold out here, you
should be inside." I shrug and laugh
"But here you are?" He grabs a
coat off the top of
his suitcase and hands it to me
"I'm leaving in a few minutes, but I
need to talk to you." I nod, waiting
for him to tell me whatever he wants.
He sighs and says "Ethan was talking
to me last night when you were asleep and...well, listen I just-" I roll my eyes,
too tired and cold to wait for this awful
speech. "Just tell me!" he puts his hand
over my mouth to keep me quiet
"They're going to kill you after the
mafia ball to get revenge, you're just
bait to them." that's not surprising.
I shrug and turn to the driveway,
waiting for them to get out here
"Do you hear me? They want
to kill you!" I put my hand over
his mouth and say
"Okay? Most people do, and I'll just have
to escape before they can." he laughs like
it isn't easy to escape him, or his cousins.
The mafia ball is filled with big families,
their friends, and their guards,
hell maybe even their dogs; it won't be
hard to leave unnoticed.
He stops laughing, and gets very serious
"I want you to come with me,"
I freeze, then I start laughing, my voice echoing off the bricks and through the street.
Zander's suggestions just make me laugh
every time. "Is that really so funny?"
He asks, sounding a little mad.
I try to stop laughing while I nod, tears
start to run down my cheeks and
he glares at me "No, I'm going to Russia."
He sighs "I'm trying to help, I'm going to
Italy, that's where the event is being held,
it would make sense for you to go,"
"they wouldn't be suspicious." I doubt
that; Ethan has definitely noticed
how Zander pretends I'm his girlfriend.
They would be suspicious, but they would probably let me go so I would trust them.
I don't really care though,
if I don't get over my fear of being in Russia then I'll never be able to kill the idiot.
"Fine, if you won't come with me then go
to room fifteen." He starts to
walk away but I grab his arm "What are
you even talking about?!" I whisper-shout.
He points toward the house and says
"Do you not remember the floor plan?"
I look away and take a second to realize
he means the floor plan in the mansion.
There is going to be an event going on so
I don't know why I'm meeting him in a
separate room, there is always someone
paying attention to everyone's exchanges; unless it's a room that's locked because the owners didn't want anyone in it.
"Why there?" he sighs and holds his face
in the palm of his hand, he's acting like I should know all of this.
"That's a locked room, there is a door
that leads to the backyard,
go outside and wait by the small pool,
make sure you don't stand too close or
people will see you, I'll explain
more when we see each other again."
I nod and look around, sinking his words
in my mind so I won't forget,
I repeat the places over and over until it's
all I can think of. His car pulls in and
he hugs me before walking toward the car.
"Thanks for not punching me this time".
He says while smiling, I laugh and watch
him drive away.
Braxton and Ethan finally walk out and
head toward the car, they give their bags
to the driver and get in the car.
"Okay shut the fuck up!" Ethan says while rubbing his forehead.
Braxton rolls his eyes and says
"You first bitch!" I get in and sit beside
Ethan so if Braxton tries to touch
me, he can see why I would shoot him.
This is going to be annoying and if
Braxton keeps yelling, which
wouldn't shock anyone, I'll kill myself.
•~~~~~~~~~~❀❀❀~~~~~~~~~~~•
Why is it always so fucking cold here?
I mean it makes sense because it's winter
but I want to complain about it.
I know Aleksander's mom was from
America, so the question is
why did she decide to go to Russia?!
Before anyone starts I know the USA is
shitty but if she was in Florida or someplace like that she wouldn't die of hypothermia.
I would've hated adjusting to this shit.
If I'm being honest I made Aleksander
heat up his apartment when
I was there because of how cold it is.
Oh my god, he might've thrown away my clothes...that's so sad. I forgot
most of my things were moved there;
talk about getting royally screwed over.
Unfortunately, I don't have any cash to
buy clothes so I'm stuck with the coat
Zander gave me, but it's not for this type
of winter because it's just a wind jacket.
Braxton and Ethan left me in this hotel
room and I keep trying to distract
myself but I drank all the alcohol, smoked anything we had, and watched a really bad hotel room show. Nothing is working.
I keep thinking of Aleksander, my clothes, Marco and Dylan coming to the mafia ball,
I wonder if Hannah's coming?
Oh god, what if she walks in with him
...I couldn't shoot her but I'd shoot him.
The outcome for me would just be death
with is no big deal, I've come
so close to death, I think we're best friends.
Did Celeste ever consider me her friend?
It probably meant nothing to her;
I have bad luck in any relationship.
I kind of want to go see her, I don't think
she would shoot me on the spot,
and I'm sure Aleksander is in Russia right now; the safest place for me isn't here.
...but I want my clothes back, I actually
know how to find his apartment because
I had the address for my retail therapy.
The worst outcome is Aleksander or Xavier being in the apartment, it's around
three in the afternoon so they're most
likely at work; finally his disappearing
to the building pays off.
I grab my boots and zip up the wind jacket, making sure I look somewhat presentable.
My vision blurs when I look in the mirror
and I start to laugh.
After stumbling out of the hotel the cold
air hits my face and covers my body,
making me soberer then I was. I walk
down the street, to a bus that stops near
the apartment.
Everyone I walk past gives me a bad look,
I can't blame them, I probably smell
like any drug you can name and look
like someone ran me over.
I finally make it in front of the building,
and when I walk past the doors
warm air blows down from the ceilings,
the feeling is so great I almost forgot what
I came here for...my clothes
...and maybe some of his bourbon,
If you had it you would feel the same
way so don't judge me.
The lady from the front desk
notices me and smiles,
not stopping me thank god.
I walk into the elevator and press the
button; the second the doors close
I get hit with all of the memories I
made in here; all of them with the idiot
who I'm praying isn't upstairs
The door opened, revealing his apartment
I'm not so great condition.
There are glass pieces on the floor and everything that used to be on the
coffee table looks like it's been pushed off.
A few paintings are crooked on the wall
and most of the lights are turned off.
I'll be quick, I just need to stay quiet.
He's always had bad security so I'm not worried about cameras or anything
like that. I walk into 𝙝𝙞𝙨 room and get hit
with the smell of his soaps and Cologne.
It's not bad, but I need to get too the closet.
I hope I have a coat in there because
if I try to take one of Aleksanders long ones
it will be dragging behind me.
I'm 5'6 which is an average height but this bitch is 6'5, I swear to god I always had to
look up at him, not to mention the fact he
just picks people up like their five pounds
It's funny when it's not me.
Shit, I need to get that coat, I'm getting way
too distracted. He's just so pretty,
and I'm so unsteady. I need to leave, I'm an idiot for coming in here.
I stumble into the closet and flip on
the light switch. I squint at all the
lights and slowly let my eyes adjust.
When they do adjust, I realize all my stuff
is in here, my shoes are on the same shelf
and most of the clothes are in their original place. However, Aleksanders side looks like someone was yanking stuff off the shelf and hangers and then throwing it on the ground
Only a few of my drawers are open,
like the underwear, socks, jewelry,
and towels. I'm glad they were though
because that reminded me I have gloves
For someone so obsessed with
organization his place looks terrible.
Maybe he's as paranoid as me, I
hope I'm making his life a living hell,
he deserves it, he made mine awful.
I shake my head and push these stupid thoughts into the back of my mind.
I grab my coat and gloves, then I walk out
of the closet, leaving any sympathy for him behind
I grab a bottle of bourbon out of the
kitchen bar area before I get into
the elevator, it takes a few minutes to
go down to the first floor.
The elevator doors open and...oh shit,
I fucked up. His jaw drops and his eyes
widen, his bright blue eyes are
staring into mine with a mix of emotions.
Did everyone forget to tell him?
"Aleksander's boyfriend," I say
with a fake, stupid-looking smile.
Xavier takes a few steps closer to me
"Is Aleksander around?" that might
be dumb to ask, because I don't want to
get caught. but I think if I play it like I'm looking for him, Xavier won't try to trap me.
He just stares at me, making me nervous
but the alcohol makes me laugh at how
he looks "Marceline- I don't- he's not here." that's not very descriptive.
I nod and smile, trying to look as innocent
as possible "Can you tell him that
I'm heading to a hotel, he should stop by."
Xavier tilts his head and says "uh-
yeah- I'm definitely, the hotel."
He points somewhere "Right."
Instead of waiting for him to stop being shocked and shoving me in a cell,
I swiftly walk out of the building, leaving the warm room behind and facing hypothermia.
Well, I apparently decided to go down
memory lane, so I might as well make
a few more stops in different countries,
for the people who aren't already in Italy;
if I die I want to make sure I give my
final fuck yous, only to people
who deserve them, I'll also do goodbyes.
•~~~~~~~~~~❀❀❀~~~~~~~~~~~•
Home, kind of.
It's not amazing but I'm not as stressed,
I've been on a plane for over ten hours,
I had a thousand missed calls from,
Ethan and Zander, also a few unknown numbers, I don't answer any of them.
I'll be leaving soon, I just wanted to say goodbye, I'm not sure she'll be coming
to the ball because she's not in a mafia.
After taking a second to question
my plans, and realize alcohol
was the reason I got on the plane.
Well, I have to face this now, she
probably knows I'm here.
I push open the door and hear the
bell ring above my head.
I see her sitting on the bar facing Wade
who is putting beer in a fridge "Celine?"
he says in a low voice,
Celeste turns her head and jumps off of the counter. Her eyes widen for a second
but then she smiles "Marceline," I try
not to smile but I can't help it; I don't know how I should react.
I take a few small, steps toward the bar,
"Hey, I just came to say bye," Wade doesn't
say anything, but Celeste does. She scoffs
"You just came back! At least stay for a few hours, are you with anyone?" I'm not
offended because I would ask more questions than that. I laugh and shake my head
"No, it's just me."
She nods and runs up to me wrapping her arms around me and laying her head on my shoulder. At first, I tense,
a little afraid she might try to put a needle
in my neck, but I push the feeling away.
I hug her and smile at Wade.
A few seconds later she pulls back, still
holding my shoulders "Do you know
about the mafia ball?!" She asks with
a certain excitement in her voice.
"Yeah, I have a dress-" she scoffs
"I don't! You're coming with me to
find a dress and anything else I need!"
I start laughing and look around the bar
"so you want to go shopping?" She nods
and runs around the bar to grab her purse.
Should I go shopping with a person who
sold me out before? Probably not,
but everyone makes mistakes,
and her personality just makes me excited
so I can't say no. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙮.
Marceline isn't stupid.
We all do stupid things occasionally but
not like this. She wouldn't go to our apartment if she was running from me.
But everything proves me wrong.
I'm in my home office, watching the
security camera footage.
She looks beautiful, with messy hair,
messy makeup, and clothes that she
shouldn't be wearing in this weather.
The way she's acting makes me think they drugged her, she stumbles into
our bedroom; and I didn't put cameras in
there for obvious reasons.
After a few minutes she comes out with a different coat on, this time she stops
and looks around the hallway, maybe
there was a noise or she's paranoid because
of a certain drug.
Xavier told me that she had red eyes,
messy makeup, a funny-looking smile,
and a humorous tone and that's all
I got it from him. He was more surprised than me. I keep repeating what she said.
First, she walked into the room and
called me, I don't know if she was
checking to see if she should run or
she was actually looking for me.
Then she told Xavier she was in a hotel
near here; I doubt she's gone,
we already checked the area and hotel
but couldn't find her, but she's good
at hiding, running, and being irritated.
This is the part I've been rewinding
for an hour now, I can't
tell if it's more amusing or upsetting.
She grabs my bourbon, from the bar,
laughing when she reads the label.
But that's not the funny part,
she brings a broom into the living room
and starts sweeping up glass,
then she cleaned the coffee table.
I don't know why she would do
something like that unless
she planned on coming back.
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