Damien is just down the hall in his office.
“I think it went well, but even if it didn’t I picked up this stunning pair of Prada’s. Have you seen these?” She pulls out the most beautiful pair of Prada shoes I have ever seen. The black and red strappy heels are to die for. I’m just glad that the day wasn’t a total bust for them.
“You haven’t forgot about tonight have you?” Cami asks me.
“No, I haven’t. I’m looking forward to it actually. Letting my hair down with the girls is something I haven’t done for a long time.” I smile as the words leave my mouth. I am looking forward to it, more than I probably should, because once I tell them what’s happened, the night might just take a turn for the worst. I just hope they won’t judge me too harshly.
“Right, you go off and do whatever you want to do, and we will sort the little ones out.” Faith’s words are kind as she speaks. I’m about to shake my head and tell her it’s fine, that I have nothing to do, but then I think how nice it would be to have an hour or two in the library getting lost in a book. So I just nod my head and exit the room, kissing the two monkeys on the head before I leave.
I love the library in the house, it’s full to the brim with books of all genres. The smell of old paper assaults my senses as soon as I walk in. The bright colours of the book spines catch my eye, making me yearn to go and touch one, to pick it up and open its pages so that I can get lost in a different world, to be a fly on the wall in a great adventure. You have to give the authors credit, all the details in each of these books. There hours and hours of research and writing. To give us a place to escape reality. Have people really forgotten how to read off paper, to be absorbed in everything that is written on those printed pages?
One book catches my eye so I pull it off the shelf. It’s not modern by any means, but it’s one of my favourites.
Little Women — now this is a book I love and l will easily get lost between each page.
Chapter Six
Alekzander
Today is turning out to be another shit day. Half of the people we have visited haven’t got the means to pay, so my knuckles ache with the amount of times I have had to punch someone. It’s not helping that I can’t get what happened with Emma out of my mind. I had hoped that she would understand, but there is just too much for her to take in. I hope she doesn’t reject me because of it.
I know my flaws and my weaknesses, but I just can’t seem to help myself. I want to be happy and guilt free, but while I’m suffering in my own head, I can’t see how that’s ever going to happen. She needs better than the likes of me.
I don’t understand how she thinks she isn’t worthy of me. That girl has survived worse than hell and has become so much stronger, with more fight than anyone I know. But she doubts herself way too much, and if it’s me she wants then I’m just going to have to show her that she is worth it. That she deserves to rule the world and have everything she wants out of life.
“Alek, we ready to hit the road?” I hear his words but don’t respond. Vlad is the guy I’m with today. Malc is in the office with Damien sorting out paperwork, apparently. I don’t think they like to include me in what’s really going on. I can see it in his eyes whenever Damien looks at me; mistrust, doubt, it’s all there, and it’s not something I can escape. It’s my own personal hell.
Vlad is ok; he is the one who carried Emma to safety out of that hell hole so I respect him for that, though I can’t help but feel jealous that he was the one who held her and had her admiration for saving her. He has become quite close to her, but not in a romantic way. He treats her like a kid sister who needs someone looking out for her, defending her when no one else will.
“Yeah sure. Sorry, let’s go,” I answer him, but my mind is not really on the task in hand today. She has me