Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 51 (Kylie)

I'm in so deep, I don't know how I'm going to find my way out. I keep searching, hoping that something

would present itself. That there is some cushioning because I don't see any light , it's all darkness.

I watch the people around me, Vincent standing next to me, his hand possessively on my back and the

brandy back in the other.

Last night until dawn broke way, we danced, and I felt something, then he left and the feeling was

gone.

He made me feel and I want that back, I want it back now.

Spotting Roberto standing on the end of the room, watching me, I turn to face the other way.

This place resembles a checker house, everything is black and white with ice sculptures. It is boring

and proves that class is something you have to be born with.

My mother would never be seen at a place as common as this. The old me would say so, but now I just

don't care.

“Can you at least pretend to smile,” Vincent whispers in my ear.

“No, I told you, I didn't want to come. I need some fresh air before I suffocate from boredom.”

I don't wait for an answer as I go to the big balcony doors.

The navy silk dress I'm wearing makes me feel icky and I hate it.

“I haven't seen you in a while.” The voice startles me and I spin around to face Roberto.

The last time I saw him was the night Vincent first kissed me, outside of B-Street.

“Busy life,” I say as I turn back to face the bustle of cars.

“Yes, well, I heard about your little misfortune. A word of advice, leave, stay out of this. Vincent hasn't

gotten this far without a few enemies, non of us have. This war that you think is done in your name is

only going to make more enemies. Forget about Vincent, forget about this life, go home Kylie.”

“Are you done? Or are you going to lecture me on table manners next.”

He chuckles at my lame words, shaking his head,

“You rich kids are too fucking spoiled, that's the problem, take my advice.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I watch him walk away from me, and though it seems like I don't understand the warning in his words I

do.

Time goes once the food arrives. They give speeches of fake love and devotion.

Vincent gets drunker by the night and when the first set people finally start to leave I am glad we follow

next.

I don't inform my drunk driver of Roberto's warning, but it plays on my mind.

“Tonight I have a special surprise,” Vincent declares this with a big grin, as the car flies passing all the

others.

“Wow, can't wait,” I say dryly, not matching his excitement.

We stop at townhouses in Kent, a suburb in Seattle's metro, the sixth-largest municipality in

Washington.

The house we go to is almost as glamorous as my papa's place.

Diamond comes to mind when I look at the Mansion, she always loved papa's house.

I haven't heard from her or thought about her much, part of me has blocked her from my mind.

Will she look at me the same after she notices I am disfigured, broken into shards that will never be the

same.

Will she judge me for not surviving my torture, when she has lived her whole life in a continuous one.

Shutting my eyes, ignoring what Vincent is saying to the guy at the end of the speaker.

I picture Diamond in my mind, her long golden hair, those eyes that sometimes look so light brown and

at others almost the color of an old tree, like her soul. Seeing her smiling, her dimples showing. Her

laugh when she remembered to be a teenager.