Chapter 31
Marcus
1 grabbed my phone from the desk and looked at the folder of pictures I had created on her sixteenth birthday.
Pain shot through my spine and I dropped my head back to stare at the ceiling. I said I needed to work, to keep my mind and everything in me occupied but the pain became overwhelming and I had to numb it.
I clicked on one of the folders and it was a video–oh
my
world.
Holy shit Marcus, I think I just felt a kick. Yes, it is a kick.
Her chuckles followed and I just remained there watching the video.
Marcus, promise you won’t love me any less when we finally have our baby.
I promise, babe!! yelled from the room.
She held the camera still laughing and gave a nod. “Let’s hope that doesn’t change.”
“Fuck,” I growled and tossed my phone to the floor. “That’s never going to change, Kyra. Never.”
I stood to my feet, pacing the office with a tight chest. I raised the Macallan bottle to my lips, almost sipped then tossed it across the room, the glass shattering into shards. “Damn it!!!” I yelled, flinging over the small stool and everything with it.
Rage clouded me. I turned to the next thing I found and it was the monitor on my desk. I swung it around, destroying everything in sight. The monitor crackled across the floor and everything else followed. The wall clock, the frames, and the vinyl collection in my office.
Nothing felt enough. Nothing could compare to what I felt.
“I fucking need you!” I said breaking down and falling on my knees. I salvaged the bottle of vodka on the floor and guzzled the content until my throat burnt.
I fell to my back and the bottle slipped from my hands and rolled across the floor.
“Mr. Hills?”
I struggled to keep my eyes open and turn but my head was on fire.
“Holy shit.”
I know the voice— not even four bottles of whiskey could make me miss Melissa’s voice. Rousing to her stunned expression, I cracked open one eye and saw her.
Holy fuck—
I looked around and rubbed the tiredness from my eyes. “What on earth happened here?” she asked still looking around. “Oh my god.”
“It’s nothing,” I blurted when I saw her reaction to the monitor I shattered and the frames I had already broken. “I’ll get it replaced.”
Istaggered to my feet, using my hands to clean my alcohol–stained shirt but hell— it’s been there for a while and there was no redemption for my white shirt.
She walked closer to me and grabbed my arms. “Mr. Hills, do you need me to call someone for you?”
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I looked at her. I remember texting her— just a few minutes before I took an extra two bottles of vodka. I attempted to move but it only sent me staggering Melissa’s mouth flew open and her hands tried to hold me from falling. Of course, I’m bigger than her but seeing how much effort she was putting in trying to give me balance, I chucked.
“Paul should learn from you,” I said and laughed. She looked slightly confused and her brows arched. “Mr. Hills, I need you to sit down and I’ll get some water for you.”
I plopped to the couch and shifted my head backward. A growl escaped from my lips as I fell and she lowered her stance trying to place my arms and legs more comfortably.
The way she bent gave me a good view of her cleavage and good lord–I have no idea how else to define torture.
“You are so wasted Marcus! How the hell did you
“Four,” I corrected and hiccupped. “…and half.”
“Holy shit.”
drink five bottles?”
Her hands tried adjusting her dress when she realized that her boobs have been on full display. I fought back the thumping headache but the damage was already spreading.
The memory of Kyra standing in front of me, pissed at me for drinking with Paul came running through my mind.
The way she looked shocked to find me amid empty bottles and how I had messed up the whole place. Kyra’s face was void of her beautiful smile. Instead, she picked up her phone and insisted on calling Paul to come take care of the mess I made.
“I have to call someone. Shit, Mr. Hills, everywhere’s a mess and you need to get home.”
She turned to face the door but I held her hands before she could walk away.
“Don’t leave me, Kyra… please don’t.”
No matter how hard I tried to act like it wasn’t killing me, I was dying from the pain. My heart squeezed because there was nothing that made me feel this way–I never had something this precious and all of a sudden, she was gone. I lost her and it was killing me.
“I’ll die if you go again. Please don’t.”
I had no idea when my voice failed me and the rest of my sentence came out in a whimper.
This wasn’t my finest moment, I assure you.
“Promise you won’t go. Promise me now,” I insisted and she gave a small nod.
“I’m not going to leave you, Marcus. I promise.”
Her arms came next, wrapping my neck and pushing me closer to her. I felt all forms of solace knowing she was here.
“It’s going to be fine,” she said and stroked my hair like I was a pet in dire need of its owner. I won’t deny, I was in need of this–of someone to hold the burden while I feel vulnerable for a moment.
“I love you so much,” I blurted. “I love you, Kyra-”
I have no idea how long Kyra is going to be here but for as long as it would take, I’d try to keep her here with me.
“Should I tell you what happened?” I asked knowing she’d want to hear about it… About the dreams we shared, about our son, and about how it’s been since she left.
