- KILLIAN -
The door leading to an enclosed, grand office closes. The lights are off and the curtains are shut close yet it’s well ventilated and I can make view of the objects in this room.
These walls are also sound proof so I’m sure Natalie wants to talk about sothing dire.
Natalie stops from walking inside further, leaving standing at the door despite the comfort cushions in the office.
"Она не знает." Those words et at the entrance. I see Natalie did exactly what I told her not to. I swallow.
[ Translation: She doesn’t know. ]
"Пока нет, я не хочу показывать ей эту часть себя." I say.
[ Translation: Not yet, I don’t want to show her this part of . ]
A resounding slap lands across the plains of the side of my face. I feel the sting due to the hi on my face and I’m guessing this might leave a mark.
"Ты хочешь сказать мне, что она бездельничает и не знает о том, чем ты занимаешься в подземном мире?!" Natalie sounds furious, her voice raises with each word that leaves her lips. "Она даже не знает об этом?!"
[ Translation: You an to tell that she’s idle and knows nothing about anything regarding what you do in the underworld? ..... She doesn’t even have the knowledge of it? ]
Guilt pangs . "Nothing at all." Another slap visits my face. The sa side she hit before.
"Боже мой, Киллиан!"
[ Translation: My goodness, Killian! ]
I stand here in silence. My cheeks burn.
Natalie takes gentle steps back then rests her hand on the arm of the chair behind her, which is in front of her main office desk and seat. She walks back to .
"Natalie, I-"
This ti, I feel the effect of her slap sting way harder than before as she hits again. My jaw tightens.
"Will you listen to ?" I utter. Another slap lands on my face. On the sa cheek. My fists clench. Natalie’s my mother figure and I know why she’s furious by this newfound knowledge but hitting four tis surely has on an edge. Not like I can do anything about that.
Rage oozes out her body. "She’s young, Killian. Nineteen for goodness’ sake! If you want to be with her, the least you can do is let her know before putting her under watchful eyes. You know you have enemies. You know people will get at nothing to have a trump card to traumatise you and have you at their rcy. Just being with her puts her in danger!" Natalie blurts out then pause to catch her breath. Her yelling seems to be taking all her energy. "One she is unaware of!!" She huffs, turning her head away from .
"Are you willing to let say sothing?"
Natalie strikes an enraged gaze. Her hand swings forward again. This ti, I hold it, stopping it from reaching my face. She struggles her hand out of my grip with one fling and steps back. "Get out! I’ll finish the outfit and you don’t have to pay so leave!"
I’m still standing here. She scoffs. "Killian, leave, now! I don’t want to see you. Get the fuck out of my office!" She yells at the top of her voice.
"Will you at least listen to ?" I yell back, raising my voice higher than hers so she hears . Natalie goes silent but I can tell she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. That hurts way more than it should.
She’s practically my mother, so it stings.
"Talk." She finally mutters and I sigh.
"What if she doesn’t accept after knowing all of ?"
"Then that’s for her to decide and it ans she doesn’t love you." Natalie sneers. "Or like you. Depends on how new this relationship is."
I swallow.
"If that’s all, then leave." Her voice is stern. She’s being so cruel and every word that leaves her mouth are like daggers piercing into my skin all at once.
"Can you at least be my mother? Not a reasonable lady but my mother? It’s been so hard on my own, Natalie. You think the thought doesn’t graze daily and ruins at least five tis out of all the tis I think about it, knowing the possibilities and what’s at stake?! You think I haven’t thought about this? Do you really think I don’t know all this?!" Natalie has been quiet, letting rant. I never show this vulnerable part of to anyone but her. And when I do show this side to her, it’s rare. "Everything is choking. Whether I want to or not, she’s already exposed to it so why can’t I just be selfish for once? Enjoy it while I can before she demands an out after knowing everything?!" My fists clench. "Why can’t I?" This ti, I don’t know is this question is directed at her or myself. I swallow. "What’ll hurt more if that happens.... and she chooses to leave is..." These words are hard to leave my mouth. I dread this from becoming a reality. "I’d still have to see her because she’ll be under my protection so BE MY MOTHER FOR ONCE TODAY!" I catch my breath. Fuck. I didn’t expect this outburst. "Because..." My words hook in my throat. "I am terrified sotis."
Natalie sighs.
"I’ll leave if you want to. Thank you for offering to do Hazel’s fit on quick notice." I murmur.
"Wait, co here, son." Natalie calls, walking to . She pulls in for a hug. I needed to bend my head to rest on her shoulder but the mont my head touches her shoulder, Natalie leans my head lower to rest on her chest, giving that warm motherly hug. "I know I’m harsh, but that’s because I care about you, okay?" She whispers, running her hand through my hair. My hand envelope her body, clutching the back of her dress while tightening our hug. Natalie’s body is soft and warm. It gives a nostalgic feeling of ho. "It’ll be fine soon. I still don’t think revenge is the best pursuit, but it’ll be over soon. And who knows? She might accept you after knowing everything but take it at your pace, okay?" Natalie walks back with in her arms to the sofa. She sits and I sit on the floor, still in her grasp. The movent was uncomfortable but I didn’t mind.
"Having your blessings ans the world to ."
She holds tighter. "Sorry for hitting you."
I laugh. "Yeah, stings a bunch."
"That was harsh." Natalie admits. "How’s your life going, though? I t Liam not long ago, he didn’t have much to say about you. You don’t visit till you need sothing, show this old woman so pity."
"My life? Hm, not so much is going on really. Apart from the lady in your changing room and every other thing business wise. I apologise for that, I’ll check in on you more." I say. It’s funny how the air can be so tense with her one minute then warm the next. I guess that’s the beauty of having a mom? I can’t tell, I can’t really rember all the details of what it was like with my birth mom. That killer stole the joy of that from .
"Rember Asami?" I ask.
"Your fling? It’s hard to forget her."
I laugh. She never really liked Asami. "She wasn’t a fling, Natalie." Asami and I run deep. Ran deep. It was a long ti ago.
"What about her?"
"She’s back and working for my enemy."
"I’m not surprised." Natalie’s voice is soft although I can hear the distaste in her tone. If Natalie keeps on patting my head the way she does, I might fall asleep.
"She’s attending the sa party with Hazel." I add. Natalie’s hand hangs in my hair for a second. She resus threading her fingers deep into my hair.
"That’s her loss." Natalie continues. "If you want, I can instill a tracker and recorder in Hazel’s dress. It may aid a great deal."
That is so stalker shit but I’d very much appreciate it because I need to keep an eye on Hazel. Especially when I won’t be there in person.
Asami plays with poison. I can’t have her passing drinks or getting close to Hazel. Not even if she does so with a pure intention, which I doubt she would.
"Anyway, I’m starving. What did you get for ?" Natalie says, breaking the short silence. I can tell she’s trying to divert the subject of our conversation.
"Sothing tasty." I respond.
Natalie grips my hair in her hand.
"It better be. I’ll head back. Take your ti sorting yourself out if you want and," Her fingers traces a circle over my cheek. The one she hit severally. "Take care of that."
I sure will. I shift back a little to let her stand. She gets up and heads to the door.
"When you co clean to Hazel, whenever that is, teach her to watch her tongue. It will aid you a great deal." Natalie flashes a smile and leave.
Now I wonder what transpired between the two of them when I left.
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