With my shades on and the windows wind down, I stare at the flashes of buildings as they go by. Took a glance at a lot of signboards having my pictures displayed some for commercials, TV shows and so on. After the game, different contracts were offered which I accepted with the plan of gathering enough to protect myself
I had nothing before which was why they were able to take Noah from me, now I would like to see them bloody try after I get him back. I refuse to believe that he is dead until I see it with my damn eyes.
The seat vibrated which had me scrunching up my eyebrows only to discover it was just my phone. I stare at it long and hard before slowly I was stolen by flashes of memory snatching me from reality
It's just a game, Raken, fuck her.
You liar! You killed him and… you laughed while… monster
Don't let my death be in vain, run
Stop being a grumpy bear I promise I'll be back, it's just to get the drinks for our anniversary
The door opened which made me jolt a little. Fucking flashbacks, it took some time to acclimate to the reality in front of me. Oh, right the meeting
My jaw clenches hard as I grip my phone before stepping out of the car. It's been like this ever since I left the game, I didn't come out of it unscathed per se. My mind's been messed up, personality took a bad swing, impulses wild and scary even for me
What's most frightening is, i keep on zooning out of reality. Back to those cruel months of pain, torture and despair. I see why parents get worrisome when their kids get attached to games or phones in general
Do I want to go through all that again, definitely no but I have to and I hope this time I don't find myself in a mental facility. Another car arrived filled with my bodyguards, who rushed out to assume their positions behind me. Acknowledging their bows, I started for the building
Let's get this over with
Shocked gasps filled the air the moment I stepped in, immediately people started clearing the way for me.
Everywhere was loud. -Ah I forgot to mention, my senses were victims to the hell I endured. Everything heighten to the max, my feeling, seeing, tasting, smelling and hearing were turned up a notched, in few cases they acted like superpowers but in most cases, they acted like demons unleashing hell to my soul
They fluctuate at times. Sometimes the pain I feel can be excruciating but other times I feel nothing, put my hand through a fire nothing, stabbed myself with a knife nothing. The same goes to others. I see the smallest creatures moving in the soil then I see nothing at all, pitch black....
Those days were the hardest for me
Now, as I walk down the pavements of the hall, I hear everything. The clicks on their cameras as they secretly take pictures, the hush whispers exclaiming how hot I am in person, notifications booming loudly in my ears, the shuffle of their feet as they clear the way for me, sounds of the elevator opening and closing
It's a head sore. I'm seething by the time we made it to the elevator one of the reasons why my personality took a bad turn. It makes thinking hard, sometimes I get dizzy but I have to pretend everything is fine.
My whole life is a pretense.
Being a celebrity is one of my many problems. Everything is a scandal; dating, being hospitalized, missing an event or show (especially the ones your particularly invited to), everything. Along the line my annoyance pricked, patience dangling on thin lines, urges getting far too dark and depraved.
So, I devise unusual means to satisfy them without ending up in prison
One of the guards at my left whispered into his intercom something about the top floor being secured and no sign of danger, at least I know their doing their jobs. As soon as the elevator opened, the walk this time to the office was on my own, the guard's station in their respective places whereas I walked to the end of the hallway.
I stood for a brief movement at the sight of the door before walking in. A habit of mine
"It's been long Mr. Raken"
A soft voice echo in the room gaining my attention on the woman behind the desk, sitting gracefully never forgetting to wear her signature smug look and a smirk I like to constantly remove from her face during our fucks
"It seems our definition of long might be quite different"
"In a business setting I mean" I nod to that, fully versed about our night at the hotel was three days back not so long to me. I settled down on the couch directly facing her workspace.
Taking in her appearance, her long cream skinny legs sling over the other under the table is a lust filling sight, trailing to the tight fitted black skirt she wore today to the swell of her bust wrapped in an off shoulder red shirt. Adorned with jewelries all over, she looks nothing like a princess but everything like a villain fuck
"The show is in two weeks but we would need to discuss the questions that would be asked"
She stood elegantly with a folder in her grip and strut to my direction taking her seat on the couch facing me
"Here examine this and tell me the ones you are uncomfortable with"
I took the folder that she slid across the glass table to me and began looking at the contents
"Are you Asexual?"
That statement had me raising my head and a quick raise to my brow
"Well don't blame me, you don't date at all, never even heard of a scandal"
"That wouldn't imply I'm Asexual would it"
I spoke further "maybe I just haven't found the one yet"
Or the one I found, left with no explanation whatsoever
"I'm Bisexual if it pleases you to know"
"That's surprisingly cute"
I smirk, darling there's nothing cute about me
After scheming through the questions, I handed the document back to her never dropping eye contact "Everything is good?"
I gave a brief nod before speaking "Await my call"
Today went by in a blur and a ton of headaches. By the time I arrived home midnight was fast approaching. The last shoot was impromptu and mandatory so i couldn't compromise I would have to increase Frank's pay
"Gabriel?"
I shut the front door behind me and walked to the kitchen for a drink.
Yes sir
"Increase my driver's pay "
By how much
"a few zeros"
Resting on the counter, a question lingering in my head came to my mind, its futile asking but i still want to know
"is there anyway i can get Will back?"
He was my last assistant. Jovial and supportive. Gabriel is good but Will knew me on a level that no assistant could attain. Its sad considering he is an ai which makes me an even more sadder human.
I'm afraid you can't. Your assistant is tailor according to your personality
"Alright"
That answers everything. In a blink of an eye everywhere went blank. The soda can fell from my hand as i grip the counter for my dear life
"Fuck, Gabriel get the lights back on. Please" the latter part of my statement reeked of desperation.
The lights are on Raken
Shit. No not now, damn it. I couldn't breathe memories flooded me making standing hard. Soon i slowly slinked down the floor, barely managing to stop the shaking that has crawled itself in without permission
Sir please stay calm it will soon pass
I try the methods Gabriel suggested but all was futile. I'm drained from fighting the memories that floods in during times like this.
Cut his fingers, Raken
Just take the damn pictures
Don't you like seeing the life drain from his eyes
I love you my grumpy bear
"Fuck no! stop..."
For someone who has everything in this world, I'm one sad fucker