Realistic or Modern Farveyl High [Mature]

[ambiguities]

MASON ANTONIO AVANA

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Mason blinked back, stunned for a moment as he listened to her words. She had been right. Where was I when she needed me the most? He had been at home, locked inside his room downing himself in his dad's expensive liquor, wishing for everything to get better. He couldn't visit her, knowing his mother had been just a few floor above them. He couldn't kneel beside Thea, overjoyed that she was alive and she'd be out in no time, while his mother laid there unaware of her future. Every minute she stayed in that hospital was another chance that she wouldn't ever seem to wake up, another chance that she would end up dying there. But he couldn't sit in that hospital with a smile on his face, happy that the girl he loved was awake, while his mother may never get that chance. It felt like he was betraying her, and he didn't deserve to be that happy.


"I should have been there, I'm sorry for not being there," He paused, swallowing. "Seeing you in that bed was heart-wrenching enough, knowing you were going to be alive, it was a relief and I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life." He bit his lip, sighing as he continued. "I felt like I was betraying her in a way. You were alive, which I'm thankful for. But she's fighting for her life." He let silence wash over them for a moment, before clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I owe you much more than a sorry. I was stupid, I still am stupid for continuously hurting you and you by all means have the right to hate me, but I really am sorry."
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[Bhlow]

Thea Grace Malone

There was one argument from Mason that always stopped her from going further, and that was his mother. Not because she understood - because she didn't; she didn't think she could ever understand the pain of losing someone and watching them be unresponsive every day of your life for years while they lay in a coma, but because whenever she tried to understand, that alone was a heart wrenching experience. And no matter what it was, if his reason for failing her was related to his mother, she couldn't blame him.


She reached out her pale hand, tracing her finger against his tanned jaw line for a moment. But just because his mother was in hospital didn't mean that he couldn't call her back, send her a text. Let her know that they were going to be all right.


"I - " Love you Mason. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the perfect scenario, before she dropped her hand. "I could never hate you Mason" she whispered, opening her eyes back up. "But I can't do this - us, not while Bailey is by your side every moment that I'm not - it drives me insane and I can't bear it". Thea took a sip of the champagne in her shaking hand, it was tasteless, and dry - and this wasn't the type of champagne that could get your drunk. And she needed to get drunk, this was harder than anything she had ever done. In order to stop letting herself be dragged down, she had to cut her anchor loose.


"I thought you knew - I'm not the type of woman to be the woman on the side, it's all or nothing with me".

 

[Vitez]

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"I've got a business class next." Hana replies. For a second, Jin's disappointment is impossible to conceal but he quickly gets his demeanor under control. It's not like they could have every class together, the chances of that were slim to none. The majority of his disappointment stems from the fact that he wants someone to brave math with him, as it's his least favorite subject. It's not because he struggles with it, in fact, it's quite the opposite. He dreads math because of its connection to Asian stereotypes. In his visits to America and other places where his race is a minority, Asian stereotypes are what he loathes the most. Jin continually aspires to blend in and yet he gets singled out again and again for something he can't control. Whenever he excels in math, the snickers and the comments are frustrating and deeply embarrassing, and the emotional toil has caused him to almost fear the class. He knows he will make it through Math without Hana, but he would prefer her there with him.


As the class continues Jin takes notes, pays attention, and overall acts like the diligent student he is. Yet, keeps noticing Hana glancing at him more and more often. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He teases, smirking and making eye contact with her. He turns back to his notes, but he can't help but steal glances at her as well. Her kind and innocent personality only heightens her incredible natural beauty. To Jin, Hana is the most beautiful girl he's seen in America, and most likely Korea as well. Her looks aren't the only thing attractive to him, there is also something about her that exudes happiness that is unbelievably contagious and intoxicating. It was a quality that makes him want to be around her all the time, and so he is delighted when she says "Want to meet up at break... Or lunch?" She meets his eyes while performing a cute gesture that makes him smile. "Of course, I wouldn't rather be with anyone else." He wants to add 'And that's not just because I don't know many other people,' but he stops himself because he had only just met her.

And so much of the day passes quickly for Jin. Not because his thoughts are in other places, but because, as the trite expression goes, 'time flies when you're having fun'. And he is having fun, sitting next to Hana in the classes that they share and meeting her in between the ones they don't. The chemistry they have together is undeniable, and many walking through the hallways would believe they are a couple if they didn't know better. Before he knows it, the day is completely over.

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Saturday morning, Jin wakes up and remembers there is something he has to do today, but for the life of him, he can't remember exactly what it is. He does know it's some type of ball, so he pulls out one of his nicest suits. Running his fingers through his hair, he heads downstairs to let his parents know of his plans. He greets his family members with a bow, grabbing a bowl of seaweed soup, some kimchi, and rice. Over breakfast, he explains to his parents in Korean that there is some type of ball that is almost obligatory. Internally, he is guilty that he hasn't spent much time with his parents since their family's arrival in America, but both he and his parents understand that his senior year is a busy time. They acknowledge his plans without much protest, and after he finishes the brief conversation he dashes back upstairs. He jumps in the shower, contemplating where the past week or so had gone. Jin had only returned home to sleep and eat before going to this activity or that, and though his grades are almost impossibly high he can sense that his parents miss having their son at home. Hopping out of the shower he gets dressed and ready quickly, a knot of guilt twisting in his stomach.


Before he knows it, he's heading to the ball. Before moving to America, he would not have dreamed of attending an event without knowing all of the information, but things are different both in America and within Farveyl High itself. Things seem to follow their own set of rules. Driving quickly and recklessly, as per usual, he reaches the ball in time. Jin ensures that he looks impeccable, and then enters. He notices the Queen Bee with the hard-to-say name in a flashy golden dress whispering to a senior he didn't know. It doesn't seem like a conversation that he is welcome to join, so he keeps his distance. He also notices the Italian boy that he doesn't particularly like, Adrian, somewhat near him. He eyes him with distaste but doesn't approach, not wanting to create a scene. Lamely, he scans the crowd for Hana, not actively seeking conversation with someone else, but not cutting himself off from it either.
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@Koala Mentioned: @Bhlow @ambiguities @Couldyoustfu

 

[Atsuko]

D A R I U S S I M A K O V

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That night Darius returned to the mansion to see one of the maids waiting at the door. She took his belongings and silently escorted him to his grandmother's office without mentioning why his grandmother was suddenly calling for him. Ever since she had taken him in, she had never wanted to do much with him other than a few warnings here and there and some demands. He was only a bleak reminder of the murderer who had stolen her only daughter away, and to him she was the monster who killed off a man who held the answers to his unsatisfied questions. The contact between the two of them decreased even more after Rachel's death and most of her messages were relayed through a secondary source.


The maid opened the door, bowing and closing the door behind him as he entered the large dimly lit room. Darius stared at the rarely seen feeble side of the old woman as she sat in her large chair staring blankly out the window. As soon as she caught sight of him, she straightened her back and peered at him with her beady eyes. With a finger, she motioned him forward pointing at the chair in front of her.


He sat down, confused at why she suddenly would want to speak to him. She wasn't the type to care much about what he did with his life as long as it didn't ruin her reputation.


"Are you already aware of the ball tomorrow?" She asked, as she began to flip through a file.


"Yes, I saw the message from your secretary." Darius tensed as she got up and grabbed a pile of green folders from a drawer.


"This is just a rumor I heard from Ms. Malone...but the ball tomorrow is to announce the engagement of two of your peers. I already heard about how you ruined the blind date I set up for you with the Marbury girl. She was such a pretty one too."


Darius closed his eyes and sighed. "I'll take my leave now. I'm a bit tired t-"


"Sit back down Darius Simakov," she snarled, as she slammed down the folders in front of him. "I'm not young as your peers' parents and you'll have to take over the Simakov fortune very soon. I need you to marry someone that would bring back the power to this household for me to die in peace. Now, by tomorrow you shall look through all of these files and pick at least one girl that you intend on going on a blind date the next week."


"I can't do this," he muttered, as he got up and turned away.


"Is it because of that Rachel girl?"


Darius froze, and his knuckles began to pale as his grip on the chair tightened. His grandmother sighed, as she walked around her desk and placed her cold hand on his shoulder.


"She's ruined you Darius...look at the state you're in. But you are young and you don't understand that such innocent love will never work in the world you live in," she sighed, as she gently pushed the files into his hand. "All the girls I selected look like her and supposedly have similar personalities. Just please try looking through them. This is for your own good"


He stormed out of the office without a word into his bedroom and threw the files on to the floor. A picture flew out of one of the files... A brown haired girl with a pretentious smile stared back at him with cold eyes sending shivers of disgust through him. Did his grandmother seriously believe that finding a gross clone of Rachel would somehow manage to get him to fall into her trap.


Darius sank down on to the floor near the balcony and placed his head in his hands. Why did each day have to be so tiring...


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The next day he awoke at around 4PM when a maid shook him awake with a suit in one hand. "You need to get dressed sir," the maid whispered. "The party is in one hour."


Drowsily he slowly picked up his aching body off of the floor and grabbed the clothing from her and shooed her out. He quickly washed his gaunt face at the sink, grimacing at the dark shadows under his eyes as he pushed back his unruly hair into a bit more presentable manner. With nimble fingers he quickly buttoned up his white shirt and pulled on his black suit jacket and walked out the door where the driver awaited him.


"Madame Simakov asked for you to leave first," the driver said as he escorted Darius to the black limousine. Darius coldly chuckled. The old hag would do anything to avoid being seen beside him in public.


The ride was long and he almost fell asleep before they halted to a stop before a large old-fashioned marble mansion. Young, well dressed socialites walked about the courtyard with champagne glasses in one hand trying to strike up conversations with wealthier and powerful in order to form beneficial connections.


When he entered the large entrance hall, he spotted Thea first. He almost laughed out loud at how she stood out the most among all the beautiful women in her shimmering golden gown. As expected of the Queen. But bitterness quickly clouded his awe, when he saw Mason in front of her staring at her with the tender loving eyes that he despised.


Ball Outfit - X


Mentioned @ambiguities @Bhlow
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[Couldyoustfu]

I can't talk here.


He tried to say so with his eyes to Thea, but since her scolding continued he suspected she hadn't received the message.


A male voice distracted him and made him turn, his eyes widened more than ever as Mason's familiar figure came into view.


"Hey." He said casually, keeping the eye contact with the other senior short lived.


Did he know everything? Had Bailey confessed?


But it didn't seem so, because Mason only asked for Thea and himself to that. Adrian's eyes narrowed, his suspects abouy the two of them strengthening each passing second.


So, as Thea brushed past him, he whispered so that only she would hear.


"You're one to talk about liars."


And with that he walked off, starting a casual chat with the quarter back from Farveyl's football team.


In the meantime he downed another couple of glasses of wine but unsatisfied by only being tipsy, approached the drinks' table to pour himself some whiskey. But just as he was about to do so he noticed a familiar head of black hair entering the ball.


He'd forgotten about Simakov being invited, and upon seeing him the italian sighed exasperatedly, hiding among the crowd of other men in black suits.


But then out of nowhere an hand grabbed his shoulder, it's nails red and exaggeratedly long, and the girl which had grabbed him practically forced him to turn around and asked for them to dance.


She was pretty, a little too tall for his tastes but nonetheless pretty, but he knew well dancing would probably attract unwanted eyes on himself.


But not given the chance to answer the senior was dragged on the dancefloor, and forced in an incredibly slow and overly sensual waltzer.


He could feel eyes on him, and hoped none of them were owned by either Darius or Mason.


He usued the occasion, as he spun around the dance floor, to give a look around for Bailey. But there was no trace of the brunette and as the music trailed off he didn't give the girl a chance to trap him in the next song, saluting her and instead starting to search for Bailey in the crowd.


Both mentioned @Bhlow @Atsuko

 

[Atsuko]

B A I L E Y | B L A C K W E L L

“Are you ready? This is your party and you already missed the first half-hour of it.”


Bailey snapped out of her daze and glanced up at her secretary, Marc. He smiled at her warmly and gently ruffled her loose wavy hair.


“Try not to think about the incident from earlier too much. It happens. I’ve seen kids do far worse things, and other families would only be hypocrites to judge that one small mistake,” he sighed as he handed her a glass of water.


She weakly smiled, tightly gripping her blue dress. “Mason always know when I’m hiding something…,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “Even though I always feel like he’s looking away...somehow he knows everything. I’m transparent around him.”


Marc gently squeezed her shoulder and carefully helped her put on her diamond droplet earrings. “You’ve been doing well up till now. Tonight is just another stepping stone. Mason is an intelligent boy, and even if he finds out...he would know better than to destroy everything that your families have been building up for the past couple years.”


“He will find out about how stained I am…,” she choked out.


He sighed as he handed her a silver clutch. “We all are in this world. We would all be hypocrites to judge each other,” he whispered, as he escorted her out the door. “Just be your usual self and everything will be fine.”


The door closed behind her and she found herself in the hallway that led to the main balcony that overlooked the main foyer where the ball was being held. She closed her eyes as the soft hum of the classical music, glasses clinking, and the murmurs of the guests harmonized together and wrapped around her slowly. Each step was full of dread as she slowly walked towards the main balcony unseen, and all she could hope was that her father would push the announcement till the end of the ball so that she could avoid Mason till then.


She saw Darius walking down the steps from the entrance, eyebrows knitted and focused on something. Even though she had a guess in her mind, she couldn’t stop her eyes from following his gaze to see Thea tenderly touching Mason’s face in the corner of the ballroom. All the guilt and panic she felt just moments ago were suddenly overridden with rage as she was painfully reminded of why her entire scheme had even began and...why she had to succeed. Thea stood poised and confident in a dazzling golden dress that sucked away the beauty of every single girl in the room. Bailey glanced down at the steel-blue gown that flowed down her body and felt herself shrink into nothingness.


Bailey quickly turned her eyes away, unable to bear the sight of the two lovers staring at each other so painfully adoringly...to spot Adrian staring at her as he danced with a girl in a red dress. As soon as she had turned her face towards him, almost as if he had been waiting for a verification he excused himself from the girl and disappeared into the crowd. It took her a couple seconds to realize what was happening, and the horror began to set in. She ran from the balcony, through the hallways, down the steps and into the crowd.


“Ah, Miss Blackwell. You finally showed your presence,” a bearded man chuckled, as he handed her a glass of champagne. “I heard that your father had another announcement to make tonight.”


Bailey glanced around warily, trying to calm herself down so that she wouldn’t stumble on her words and make a fool of herself in front of important associates.


“Mr. Freyer. It is so good to see you,” she chuckled, as she took a sip from the glass politely. “An announcement?” She feigned ignorance, hoping to avoid conversing about the subject.


“The contract announcement was already quite the envy of many individuals so I wonder what else you father has up his sleeve,” the man chuckled. “You’ve certainly grown up beautifully, Miss Blackwell. You must have many good men pining after your name.”


She forced a smile on to her face and was thinking of how to end the conversation quickly when a hand gripped her arm tightly.


“Finally, I found you.”


Bailey turned to stare at Adrian in horror, as the old man walked away chuckling. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Mason was still busy conversing with Thea and she hoped it would stay that way until she managed to clean up the issue with Adrian.


She tried to escape his grip, paling as suspicious eyes began to glance over at the scene.


“Not here,” she whispered. “Please.”


Ball Outfit - X


Directed to: @Couldyoustfu


Mentioned: @ambiguities @Bhlow

 

[Couldyoustfu]

He let his glare linger at the leaving man's back, before returning his focuses on Bailey.


She looked frightened, and so he weakened his grip on her.


"Sorry." He breathed out, looking around to make sure no one had spotted them.


Then, heading toward a near door, he closed the both of them in what looked like a storage room. The italian struggled not let himself be attracted by her perfect body and keep his gaze glued to her own instead.


Anxiety raised in his troath but he managed to open his mouth and speak anyway, his voice betraying confusion and anger.


"What kind of game are you playing? Why did you bring me to that club? And don't think I'm stupid." He actually had no idea why she had done so, but pretended anyway.


"I didn't tell anyone but don't think I'm just going to forget what happened."


He couldn't bring himself to raise his voice when Bailey looked so extremely vulnerable, but the exasperation must have been evidently showing on his features.


Had he been used? Most likely. Yet the brunette in front of him didn't seem so proud of her actions, since she didn't rub whatever victory she'd obtained in his face, and her motives still were a mystery to the senior.


Frustrated, Adrian impatiently tapped his foot on the stone floor, since seconds seemed to last centuries in the time for which he waited for the girl to speak.


Finally aware of the room's cold, in which probably some sort of conditioned air to keep the food fresh was on, he sighed and took his jacket off to offer it to Bailey.


You're pathetic. He scolded himself, realizing no matter how menacing he tried to look or act he'd still only be played or considered as an object.


The noises coming from the chatters in the ball room were so near yet seemed so distant, making Adrian feel in a parallel universe of some sort.


"I'm tired of games." He thought out loud, pinching the top of his nose before letting his hands fall back at his sides.


@Atsuko

 

[jiminie]

Hana Kim

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Hana spent most of the day flitting back and forth from classes, enjoying the few classes she shared with Jin. She couldn't deny they had chemistry, Hana could see it (and feel it) in the way he relaxed her and made her feel at ease just by being sat next to her. After the day passed fairly quickly, Hana switched her attention to the drive home.


Her father had hired a driver to pick her up and take her home, since he wasn't there to do it himself most of the time, and Hana couldn't drive. So, more often than not, she sat in the back seat with earphones in and stared out of the window always thinking about a million and one things. Though this afternoon, all she could think about was Jin.


Like always, Hana got home and went straight to her room for an hour to study before being called down for dinner. Dinner was her family's chance to talk to each other, since they were always so busy with work or school, they barely ever got to spend time together. Hana came shuffling herself into the kitchen, exhausted from the long day at school and the tedious physics revision she had just been doing.


"Hello sweetie," Hana's mother was dishing up on the kitchen counter as Hana walked in. "Did your father tell you about the ball tomorrow night?"


Hana stood with her hands in her baggy sweatpants' pockets. "What ball?" Hana's mother put a large casserole dish down on the side and pulled a fancy piece of paper out of the letter holder, sliding it across the kitchen island to Hana. "Blackwell? Who are they?"


"Bailey Blackwell, she goes to your school Hana." Her mother assumed Hana had made lots of friends by now, in the various other countries they lived in, Hana always seemed to be relatively popular. Farveyl High was the exception, and Hana preferred it that way. Hana just shook her head as they both walked through the glass french doors into the next room, and sat down at a large oak dining table.

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The following day, Hana allowed herself to sleep in. She was woken at 11am by her mother and a text from her brother a few minutes afterwards, asking her if she was going to the ball. Why does everyone know about this ball? Unwillingly, Hana got out of bed and showered, rushing to get ready in time as her mother wanted to take her shopping for an appropriate dress for the evening. Hana protested; she hated shopping, but her mother insisted. She had an early lunch with her father before leaving, who reminded her to be polite as she was representing the family at the ball since her parents couldn't make it. Hana nodded, always willing to adhere to her father's wishes, before following her mother out of the door and into town.


The ball didn't start until later that evening, so Hana spent the rest of the day studying and lazying around in her room.


As the time to leave for the ball approached, Hana felt nauseous and dizzy. She'd only eaten lunch and she had promised herself she wouldn't drink at the ball, though she had no idea whether that would happen or not. So, in an effort to at least look the part, Hana got a shower and did her makeup and hair before delicately slipping her ball gown on. Hana wondered if she would be too overdressed, or underdressed, but it was the only formal attire she had with her, unpacked, so it would have to do.

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The driver pulled up outside the extravagant mansion and Hana's mouth dropped as she exited the car and walked up the steps to the large front doors. All Hana could hear was faint music and the room full of voices, desperately trying to make out people she recognised. She tried to blend in, keeping an eye out for anyone she knew; trying to look for Jin, if he was even here. Hana shook her head and tried to stop a frown creeping up on her, she brushed her dress and held her small, black clutch tightly.


As Hana walked around, her head kept high above everyone else's, she spotted Thea and Mason. She kept an eye out, trying to see if she could find Bailey Blackwell herself, but they had never met so she struggled to figure out who was who. Slowly sipping a glass of white wine, Hana could make out Adrian (the Italian she met a while ago), and also Darius was here. She shuddered, her only encounter with Darius had been at the party before school started and that didn't go very well, as she recalled.


Unable to find anyone to talk to, Hana stood by a fairly dramatic looking orchid plant. Well this is fun. She thought to herself as she carried on drinking her wine and watching everyone mingle.

Spoiler

Mentioned: @Vitez @Bhlow @Couldyoustfu @Atsuko @ambiguities


(First two sections aren't very important -character development mainly-, last section is where you're all mentioned/able to interact with Hana should you wish to).

 

[ambiguities]

MASON ANTONIO AVANA

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Mason almost instinctively leaned into her touch as she stroked his cheek. "I thought you knew - I'm not the type of woman to be the woman on the side, it's all or nothing with me." He had to choose. His heart paced erratically, as he pursed his lips. He knew what he wanted, he knew who he wanted, he just didn't know how to get it at this point. It seemed lie his life had been controlled to the point where he doesn't know how to to manage it anymore. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out Bailey, in a soft blue gown that cascaded down her body. She was with Adrian. It was different seeing her with another guy, and he couldn't judge her because that'd make him a hypocrite.


His gaze focused back on Thea, before he spoke carefully. "I have to talk to my dad to see if I can somehow get out of this hoax." He'll disown you. "I also need to talk to Bailey about this - us - so she understands. Because I choose you, it's always been you through all the fights and the yelling," Everything will change, "I'll end it with her." The words felt somewhat satisfying, but he knew the difficult part will be actually finding a way out of it. He'd be feeding the press, angering his father, and hurting Bailey all at once.
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[Bhlow]

Thea Grace Malone

Thea looked at Mason for a long moment as she tried to understand his words. The words "I choose you" let a small smile creep onto her face, which grew bigger until she was grinning at him.


She closed her eyes for a moment, fully content and satisfied. Her eyes took on a lighter hue of green as she looked at him for a moment longer before she wrapped her arms around his neck, careful not to spill her half empty glass of champagne. "Okay", she whispered against his neck, before placing a soft kiss there. To any on lookers it would simply look like she had been over emotional and began hugging him.


She leant back, unwrapping her hands, oblivious to the torment it would cause him to break up with Bailey. As she stepped back she saw a face glowering at them behind Mason's back. Mr. Avana was sending death threats towards her with his eyes - more than usual, and she stepped back from Mason.


"I'm going to go before your dad drives me into the ground with his glaring", she muttered, she caught his eye one final time before walking away and disappearing into the crowd, smiling. She glowed as she talked to friends, and any investors whom her mother worked alongside (whom for some reason also came up to her), and smiled through her chatter. Her smile genuine towards everyone, as thoughts of a future with Mason where she didn't have to hide ran through the back of her mind. Nothing could bring her down from her state of euphoria. At some point in the mingling she spotted Darius, and she walked over to him.


"Do you ever stop scowling?" she asked as she reached him, and for a moment watched as some couples began dancing in the grand foyer, and people moved to make room for them. She watched in the distance Mason making his way towards Bailey, and she raised her eyebrow at Darius after setting her empty glass of champagne down onto a waiter's tray. "Aren't you going to ask me to dance with you? I'm in a very good mood, and I might even say yes".


@ambiguties @Atsuko

 

[Atsuko]

D A R I U S S I M A K O V

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Darius stepped into the crowd, smiling at the people he passed by hoping that none of them would bother to chat with him. He was a stained name among the wealthy and the powerful, a child who was being handed a fortune that he didn’t deserve. The fact that his father was the one who murdered the sought after beautiful Simakov heiress was enough for many to despise him even though they all groveled at his grandmother’s feet. He was pointed at as a lucky one...a mutt who didn’t have to lift a single finger to receive all the power and glory that the Simakov name held, but he wondered sometimes if he was truly as lucky as people portrayed him as.


But even though he was a mutt, the Simakov bloodline was still attached to him and that was enough to send young heiresses flocking towards him. A slim girl in a violet gown walked towards him with two glasses...Ariel Lipsoniv, the daughter of a wealthy iron baron, a recent business interest of his grandmother. Forcing a kind smile onto his face, he politely took the glass that she handed him and walked slowly with her to the side of the room.


“It is good to see you again, Darius. My father spoke highly of you,” she smiled, as she clinked her glass against his. “You were recently one of the candidates in my green files.”


Darius raised an eyebrow as he shot all the contents in the glass down his throat. Shit...bad habits. He nervously chuckled as she stared at him in shock. “Oh, it’s about time that everyone is starting to receive their green files aren’t they. Time to breed out the next generation of heirs,” he muttered, as he glanced about the room.


The “green files” was a nickname for the papers that the young heirs and heiresses were given towards the end of their highschool years to begin the preparation for them to start thinking about marriage prospects. It held the same level of enjoyment among the heirs and heiresses as much as a shitty hangover would bring them. Once your parents or secretary began to hand you such information that was a symbol of the end your barely-free youth and the entrance into an even more uptight, pretentious lifestyle.


She sighed as she leaned against the wall beside him. “I didn’t believe that you would be interested in me, so I threw you out of the pile. The blonde haired boy over there...I might just settle with him. Have you succeeded in narrowing down your choices yet?”


Darius snorted, as he placed his empty glass down onto a passing tray and picked up another one. “I don’t really feel like looking at mine yet. In the end, we won’t even be given a choice will we?”


Ariel smiled, as she straightened up. “It’s the life we were all born into, so why complain. This life is about settling with what you got. And you, Darius Simakov, should know the most about that. I’ll take my leave now. Best of luck,” she chuckled, as she walked away.


Darius sighed in relief as he watched the departing figure, leaning his head against the cool window. Barely an hour had passed and he was ready to leave. He wished desperately that whoever was announcing their fucking engagement would hurry up and get it over with so that he could leave and drink without judgement.


His expression slipped back into his usual brooding state, as he slowly sipped from his glass trying to control his alcohol intake. Darius raised his eyebrow as he watched Thea walk towards him with a seemingly genuine smile on her face. She seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened at the drawing room the other day, and he couldn’t help but feel relief that she wouldn’t bother bringing it up on a night like this.


“Do you ever stop scowling?,” she asked as she approached him. A soft smirk flitted onto Darius’s face, as he watched the dancing couples along with her. It was a beautiful sight, a mixture of vibrant colors and laughter, but not one he could ever bother to take part of. Thea sat down her glass on to a passing tray and turned to stare at him. “Aren’t you going to ask me to dance with you? I’m in a very good mood, and I might even say yes.”


Darius stared at her in surprise, trying to read through her smile. What exactly had happened between her and Mason...he stopped himself from thinking any further and smiled back at her.


“Well then...shall we dance?,” he smirked, as he took her hand. They walked towards the center of the floor, and calmly fell into the rhythm of the waltz as the orchestra began the new song. He closed his eyes letting the dance take him in. The last time he danced with Thea like this was when they were ten, in her large grassy backyard to the french song that her nanny played for them. Her small pale hands were in his, as they shrieked and laughed as they spun each other around in the green meadow.


He snapped out of his daze when the music gradually ceased to a stop, and the guests began to stop dancing. Darius slipped his arms away from Thea and turned to glance at where all the guests’s eyes were pointing towards. His heart stopped as he watched Mr. Avana and Mr. Blackwell smiling side by side with Mason and Bailey beside them. He knew what was coming, and all he wanted to do was cover Thea’s eyes and ears and slip her away from the ball. But when he turned and glanced at her, he knew it was too late.


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Bailey’s eyes widened with fear as he dragged her through the crowd, through the dark maze of hallways, into a dimly lit storage room. He closed the door behind him, signifying that there was no way she could escape explaining everything to him. His voice betrayed anger and confusion as he asked her for an explanation for everything that happened.


It was cold in the room, and steam came out of their mouths as they stood in the silence waiting for the other to speak. She didn’t know what to say, and panic was slowly taking over as she glanced about her. He deserved to know why he was used...but she couldn’t bring herself to expose the pettiness behind her actions.


“I didn’t tell anyone, but don’t think I’m just going to forget what happened.”


Bailey froze as she heard the exasperation in his voice, and each tap that he made with his foot was driving the guilt up in her mind. He raised his arm making her wince for she had thought for a second that he would hit her but instead he gently placed his jacket on to her shoulders with a sigh. She glanced up at him with confusion, wondering why he wasn’t getting angrier at her.


“I’m tired of games,” he sighed.


Bailey opened her mouth to say something, but the door suddenly opened blinding her with light. Marc grabbed her arm and dragged her out, shooting a glare at Adrian. “Miss Blackwell, your father is waiting for you. The announcement will be made in five minutes. I recommend that you leave this man this instant and run to the main balcony before anyone finds out that you two were alone doing lord know what in a closed storage room,” he muttered through gritted teeth. His blue eyes were cold, as he turned back to Adrian.


Bailey slowly backed away and turned the corner, but she could still hear everything that was being said and done.


“Adriano Emanuele Lagioia...I’ve heard of the rumors that surround you,” the secretary sneered, as he snatched up the boy’s collar. “Do you not know that you and the Miss are on two different levels? Do not stain her just because of your curiosity. She isn’t like the other whores that you can play around with easily.”


She closed her eyes, as she leaned against the wall for support. Bailey wanted to desperately run back and tell Marc to stop and the guilt poured over her. Adrian had been caught up into a mess that he didn’t belong in all because of the idiotic plan of hers that had gone haywire. Before she could turn to stop Marc from chastising Adrian any longer, she felt a hand grip her wrist.


“Father,” she cried out in surprise. The man stared down at her coldly, as he pulled her down the hallway.


“Don’t ever see that boy again,” he snarled. “I don’t know what relationship you have with him...but Mason is the only man you shall look at even if he doesn’t look at you. He is the only one who can keep you on your own throne. You are nothing but a disgrace.”


Bailey stumbled as she got dragged to the balcony where Mason’s father and Mason stood side by side. She could see the confusion and panic in Mason’s eyes, as she stood beside him. The music ceased to a stop and all eyes were on them. Her father smiled at the crowd and raised his hand to silence the murmurs.


“Thank you friends and family for joining us tonight to hear a very important announcement…”


Bailey glanced down at the people and caught sight of Thea standing beside with Darius, with a hardened expression on her face. Even though she could have bathed in her moment of victory, she could feel Mason tense up beside her and that was when she realized something terrible.


No matter how hard she tried to separate the two...if they were meant to be Mason would continuously go back to Thea even during their marriage, and she would have to remain silent for after all he was doing her a favor by being married to her at all. She wouldn’t be able to express the pain she felt because after all...she was the evil one for trying to hold two lovers apart.


But what exactly had she done so wrong to be the monster in their fairy tale when it was Thea who had stolen away her position as a princess.


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Adrian wanted so badly to grab Bailey by the shoulders and shake her until answers rattled out of her, her silence was maddening.


But then with a terrible creaking noise the door opened behind himself and the italian found himself glaring at an older man, that not only dragged Bailey out, but then also proceeded to touch him.


Narrowing his eyes at his full name and then at Marc's warnings, Adrian slapped with back of his palm the man's hand away from his collar and then watched the whole small group leave.


Fury overcame him, and as soon as he couldn't keep it in anymore Adrian slammed his fist against a freezer in the room. It's metal twisted slightly, but so did the skin in his knuckles.


"Do you not know that you and the Miss are on two different levels?"


Yes, Adrian knew well. Out of most fathers his must have been the only one who really cared little about his son's actions, because everyone else seemed obsessed with them.


The senior told himself that he wasn't a simple bastard, he deserved answer. He wished for Marc to still be there to whisper five simple words in his ear.


"I could ruin you all."


Adrian muttered to himself instead while opening the door and walking again toward the ball. Everyone's attention seemed to be taken, and the eighteen year old didn't even noticed that he'd stopped a few feet in front of Darius and Thea.


His eyes noticed his father instead, who gave him an indifferent once over before settling upward where Adrian followed them toward the balcony.

 

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Thea Grace Malone

OOC: Possible rape trigger


Just like when they were kids, Thea laughed as Darius spun her, enjoying every sane and normal moment she spent with him. She watched him as he danced with his eyes closed and even he seemed to be carefree for a short moment. She closed her eyes too after a moment, after all they were taught to dance since they were children - and they could literally do it with their eyes closed.


Disappointment seeped into her as his hands dropped and they both stopped, opening their eyes back to look at each other. Even with her legs hurting from the effort of the wearing her heels she wanted to keep on dancing. She picked up another glass of champagne, realising that she had lost count of how many she had had, but that didn't matter - Mason would make sure she got home safely but in the next instance as she looked up at the balcony, knowing it was time for the announcement, the champagne glass slipped from her hands. People around them turned to her with their eyes scornful as the sound of glass smashing reached them but Thea didn't see them. She considered what she saw above her as a sick joke, but the more she stared, the more pieces clicked together.


"I'll end it with her". The words swam around in her head, slowly losing their meaning. They hadn't held any meaning to him either. Instead of breaking up with her as he had promised, they were announcing their engagement - and Thea wasn't stupid, these things took months, even years to plan; which meant throughout the whole time she had been with Mason, he had been engaged with Bailey. The thought was revolting.


She trembled, all of a sudden finding it hard to breathe in the room, she looked at Darius without really seeing him and took a step back, to find that she had bumped into someone else in the process. She could only imagine that if her mother was she would say that Thea was causing a scene, but like a deer stuck in a car's headlights she was frozen and she needed to get out because she couldn't take one more moment of looking at Mason and Bailey.


Finally her legs started to co operate, and without looking back she ran out of the room, taking a strangled breath as she reached outside. Thea wondered how she could have been so stupid, she had thought that Mason would leave Bailey for her, and instead he had been planning on making vows to stay with her for the rest of her life. He wasn't dating Bailey, he was engaged. She had slept with and engaged man - she truly was a whore like Darius had said those years before. She should of known that the happiness she felt 10 minutes ago couldn't be real, because for the shortest amount of time, things had been absolutely perfect. Until she found out that the whole relationship she had with Mason had been based on a lie.


Thea, in her dazed state and anguish manage to find her taxi driver, and she slipped into the backseat, ordering him to drive the opposite way than to her house - towards Frensbury Park. When they were kids, almost every evening Darius and Thea would head there, enjoying the peace and tranquillity of the park, sitting on swings as it got darker, most of the time eating cinnamon buns that she loved so much from a bakery down the street. And every evening Thea would be sure that her mother would come and pick her up before nightfall, that was never the case but she was naive enough to keep hoping. Someone would eventually take them home, either Darius' secretary or Chikelu, because everyone knew that as soon as night fell the park became dangerous, and it wasn't a place to stay in alone. The thugs rolled in, the drug dealers came out. Thea continued coming, sometimes without Darius, but he would always know to meet her there - somehow, seeing her dark window he would know where she was - until he stopped knowing, and he got close with Rachel.


Then there was the time when she went to the park to see that someone was already at the swings. Darius was there, and the beautiful angelic Rachel next to him. So she stopped coming to her sanctuary - because all of a sudden it was no longer hers - or theirs. But tonight was different, with Rachel gone and Darius, as far as she knew, back at the ball, she would be alone, and even in the dangerous dark of the park, as she walked through it once she left her cab she felt safe.


Until she felt hands wrap around her waist, and as she let out a strangled scream, a hand wrap around her mouth. Next she felt a sharp point on her side and a whisper, "If you scream, that knife will go straight through you". She froze terrified, realising just how much she had fucked up by coming here alone, in the middle of the night, in a provocative dress. The hand from her side began to roam her body and she looked on panicked, realising that no one was going to come and save her from the rapist.


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Darius turned his head sharply as he watched Thea slip away into the crowd and he could see her golden figure running away into the night. He glanced about him to make sure no one was watching before running after her. He stepped out into the cold night and watched in panic as Thea jumped into a taxi and drove away into the night.


“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed his black hair out of his face. There was only one place Thea would ever go in that state...not a bar...definitely not her house...but that place. Frensbury Park. The sanctuary that only the two of them knew about...till he had ruined the sanctity of the location by bringing Rachel. He had never seen her ever again at that spot after that night where she caught him and Rachel sitting together on the swings, and he began to doubt whether or not she would be going there in the first place. But there was no where else to run off to…


He spotted his chauffeur sleeping in the car, and ran to the black limousine. Darius banged his fists against the window startling the poor driver out of his slumber. “I need to go to the park...the one that you always had to pick me up from when I was a child,” he said. The driver blinked his drowsiness away and after a couple mutters under his breath he opened the door for Darius.


“What about the ball sir. Your grandmother will be furious if she knows that you left in the middle of the gathering,” the driver murmured.


“Well, then you can just do me a favor and not tell her,” Darius sighed, as he pulled his suit jacket off. He glanced at his watch with annoyance, as the car crawled down the hill. “Can’t you go any faster?”


Soon, he arrived at the entrance of the park. It wasn’t a high security park like the one in his neighborhood but rather close to downtown and at this time of the night was full of dangerous activities. Loosening his tie, he walked towards the swingset where he spotted the golden dress. He sighed in relief and began to walk over when he spotted another figure sneaking up behind her with a shining knife in one hand. He froze on the spot, as he watched the assaulter wrap his hands around her waist and point the dagger to her side.


He charged over, pulled Thea out of the man’s grasp, making sure she stayed behind him. “Leave this instant,” Darius snarled, as he kept his eyes on the dagger. The man smirked as he twirled the dagger about his finger.


“Why don’t we share the pretty girl and we can part ways. No blood will spill,” the drunken man slurred, as he staggered towards Darius. “She deserves to be hurt doesn’t she...a pretty wealthy girl dressed in slutty clothing on the wrong side of town. She wants i-”


Darius grabbed the man by the throat, smiling as he heard a crunch. The man trembled in his grasp, and began to flail about the dagger. “L-let me go. I-I sor..” He loosed his grip, letting the man drop to the ground. Darius turned away to check on Thea when he saw her mouth open to scream. A sharp burning sensation shot through him as something sank into the right side of his lower back. Struggling to breathe, he slowly turned around to stare at the cackling man who had collapsed to the floor. The pain decreased as the minutes passed, and Darius calmly grabbed the handle and tore it out, splattering blood on to the man’s face.


“Sir, this shirt isn’t washable at your cheap laundromats...how will you ever pay me back,” Darius chuckled, as he gripped the knife tightly in his hands. “Trash should be cleaned up right away...especially in a beautiful park like this.” He stepped on the man’s neck with his foot and watched in glee as the man’s face twisted up into gross purple shade, and Darius raised the dagger up but a trembling hand gripped his wrist.


“S-stop,” Thea murmured.


He felt tired...so tired and cold as he lost any remaining strength he had and collapsed on to the floor. It wasn’t enough for all the shit he had done Thea...but he had managed to save her unlike Rachel. He...had saved her.


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Thea Grace Malone

She didn't know how Darius knew she was there or if he had followed her, but there was sweet relief at seeing him until she realised the situation. She wanted to shout that he had a knife, that he should be careful, but Darius moved before she could say anything, and she saw that side of him that she wished to never see again, the uncontrollable monster that scared her to death, more than the attacker ever did.


With a trembling hand, out of fear of Darius, where she didn't know if he would even listen to her, she reached for him, to stop the knife coming down, to stop him from murder.


“S-stop,” she murmured. She wanted to scream it, to shout it, command it, but she couldn't, her voice almost cracked in the whisper alone. The attacker had been long unconscious from the air deprivation, and she reached horrified for Darius as he crippled onto the ground, catching his head before it hit the ground.


"Darius" she whispered, as she started crying. She had seen the attack, surely the wound wasn't that deep, but what if it damaged something? "Darius, you have to stay awake" she whispered, as she slipped her hand into his pants and pulled out his phone. She dialled "991" with trembling fingers before she realised that she needed to apply pressure on the wound. It was always one of the first things they taught you about first aid and yet when it came to it she didn't know what to do. After, in a panicky voice she called for an ambulance, she settled Darius on the ground and went over to her earlier assailant. She took of his jacket considering he was unconscious and din't need it, while constantly reassuring Darius that she was still there, until she came back and with effort, slipped her hands under him, putting the jacket against his wound, and applying as much pressure as she could, wincing at the pain she was causing him.


"I'm so sorry Darius, just hold on a little longer" she whispered, wanting to stroke his hair and continue soothing him, but she was afraid to let go off his side, especially with blood seeping out onto her hands.


"Don't fall asleep" she spoke between sobs while he continuously kept closing his eyes, "Do you remember" she shifted on the ground, hiccuping slightly from the crying, "When we were little, how we used to prank your grandmother and Chikelu?".


"They were harmless pranks, like swapping the sugar for salt, or toothpaste with oreo cream, until that one time where we placed cheese all over your grandmother's office and bought two rats to live there, the maid described your grandmother almost having a heart attack at the sight of the rats". Thea kept talking in a trembling voice, staring down at Darius, pulling out any memories she could think of two keep him with her, until the ambulance came, and a doctor pulled her back.


"No -" she shouted, "You don't understand - I have to stay with him", her voice came back as she trashed wildly, until she said her next words. "I'm his fiance". To lie about the topic so early after the engagement ball hurt - but it probably hurt less then getting stabbed in the back; literally, and it allowed her to stay in the ambulance and hold his hand throughout the journey. They were finally separated once in the hospital, and Thea was ordered to wait outside his room. This time she didn't fight the order, and waited impatiently.


She didn't have to think twice about whose fault this was - it was hers. If she hadn't been so stupid this wouldn't have happened, and instead of getting punished for her mistake, he was the one who was stabbed. But this time as she dwelled on her blame, on Darius, on Mason, she didn't cry again. She just felt empty, not an emotional wreck but completely emotionless and she considered simply leaving the hospital as she waited. Darius wouldn't want to see her considering it was her fault he was stabbed - but she also remembered how it was to wait and not have anyone turn up for her in hospital, so she remained until the doctor came out of Darius' room.


Still looking out of place in her gold dress, she went up to the doctor for the diagnosis, fearing the worst, and was surprised by the positivity.


"The wound wasn't deep enough to make long lasting damage, we'll only keep him in over night, he can leave tomorrow - he's in slight shock at the current moment but he's been asking for you". Thea blinked at the brisk analysis, and was about to answer but he was already gone. She looked after the doctor for a moment longer, wishing he would stay so she wouldn't have to visit Darius yet, she couldn't face seeing him yet. But with a deep breath she forced herself to step into the room, a wave of relief went through her upon seeing him healthy and bandaged up.

 

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MASON ANTONIO AVANA

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Mason watched as everything unraveled before his eyes. He couldn't do anything to stop it , so he stood there, completely shocked. He couldn't bear to look in Thea's direction as everyone clapped, congratulating Him and Bailey. He turned his head to look at Bailey who stood by his side. The surprise looked like it had little to no effect on her, almost like she was prepared. If she did have no idea that this would happen, she had a damn good way of concealing it. Mason attempted to mask his surprise with a tight-lipped smile, his hands clenching and unclenching and his head pounding. What happened to waiting a year? Why did no one inform me?


As the crowd dispersed and went back to dancing, he felt an arm drape over his shoulders. "I'm proud of you son." Mason turned to look at his father in disgust, as he wrenched his body away from his. "I am not your son. I haven't been for ever since mom," He paused, choosing his words carefully before continuing, "And this goes to show what a pathetic excuse of a father you are." Mason growled, only low enough for him to hear. Something flashed in his fathers eyes, maybe it was hurt or guilt, but it was gone as quickly as it came as it was replaced with anger. "Do not talk to me like that, everything I have done has been for you and your sister-" Mason didn't let the man finish talking as he turned around and walked over to Bailey.


He didn't know what to say to her at first, instead he just stared. His mind was swirling and he needed to leave the god forsaken place, hell maybe the city. This place was like a parasite, and so were all the people. Mason felt drained, he had let everything consume him and feed off of him long enough, but he knew he couldn't stay strong for long. His facade was slowly crumbling and there was no one that could do anything about it. "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?" He waited for a response but was met with silence. He didn't have the strength to yell at her, so instead he looked away from her tear brimmed eyes and left the building.


His breathing had become shallow and his hands were shaking. He was trapped, handcuffed into a life that he didn't want. "Mr. Avana, the party isn't over." The driver was startled as he entered the car. "Drive." His voice was quiet. "Where to?"


"Somewhere far." He couldn't go home in the state he was in. The only family he seemed to have left would have been terrified. He needed to leave the suffocating atmosphere of the city limits.
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“Does it hurt?”


The ten year old Thea stared down at him with a flower crown in her messy blonde hair, her green eyes widened with curiosity and guilt.


Darius looked down at his hand that was full of glass shards from the vase that she had accidentally broken in her living room. He weakly smiled as he grabbed a towel and slowly took out each piece.


“Not really. Stay away from the glass. You might get hurt too,” he said, wincing as the blood began to spill from the cut. Tears began to drop from Thea’s eyes as she began to blubber.


He sighed, wiping the blood off of his hands. “It doesn’t hurt, don’t cry. Chikelu will get mad at us if she finds the mess so just keep quiet and I’ll clean it all up,” he laughed, trying to reassure her.


Thea ran out of the room, and he continued picking up the remaining shards until he heard her small feet pattering down the hallway again. She popped into the living room with a first aid kid and snatched his hand up. With fumbling hands she messily tied the bandage around his hand to his amusement, and kissed it.


“Now it should get better. That’s what Chikelu always does for me,” she shyly murmured.


Darius winced as her small hands probed the wounds by accident. “I feel all better already,” he smiled as he turned his head back to the mess before him.


Thea grasped his wrist making him look into her wide green eyes. “Darius...I-”


“Darius. Mr. Simakov. Are you awake?”


Darius awoke with a start, wincing as the pain from his lower back shot through him. The light blinded him as he watched silhouettes of doctors surround him.


“I-I’m fine,” he murmured groggily. “What happened? Where’s Thea?”


The doctor flipped through his chart glancing at Darius. “Your wound was luckily not very life threatening, and you passed out mainly due shock and blood loss. The suspect has been arrested, and your fiancee is waiting for you outside. She’s perfectly fine, but was very...stubborn about staying beside you. We can call her in now if you’d like.”


“Fiance-” Darius snorted, groaning as he felt another shock run through his body. “Yes, I’d like to see...my fiancee.” Stubborn...that was Thea for sure. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the pillow sighing. The hospital...he hated this place more than anything for it only brought back the memories of the people he loved the most drifting away from him. But why would Thea stay behind for him...did she seriously still care about him after all the shit he had done to her?


She was a strong one...but he had overestimated her strength and broke her into pieces. The dream about the vase only reminded him about how Thea would throw herself down to anyone she truly cared about no matter how much they hurt her...but even a strong girl like her had a breaking point. Mason...Bailey...the announcement had been a shock even to him who was hardly related to either of them. Sure, there had been news about them publicly coming out as a couple but Mason’s relationship with Thea had began to confused about him about whether or not the relationship between him and Bailey was even legitimate. He couldn’t bear to see Thea’s face at that moment...the face that held back her own pain when there was someone else hurting in front of her.


He wanted to tell her that it was okay...to let it go...but both of them knew that they weren’t the same little boy and girl from long time ago that could lean on to each other for support.


The door opened, and Thea entered in her golden dress, looking so out of place in the dreary setting. He smiled at her, pulling up the blanket to hide the bandages. “You sure light up the room don't you,” he chuckled. Her scowl shut him up as he glanced down in a sulking manner. “Sorry. I was a bit of a drama queen and passed out there. The doctors probably told you already but I’m perfectly fine. Remember that time I was over at your house and passed out when I got a nosebleed?” He wanted to stop blabbering about useless shit, but he didn’t want to face the problems of the present...just yet. All he was good at was running away from issues.


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The people cheered raising their glasses with her father’s lead, and the room below her glowed with happiness as the orchestra struck up a lively chord again. But...on this “happy” night...the night where she finally could claim him as officially hers...why did she feel so dirty and miserable. She reached her hand out to hold Mason’s, but his hand was curled into a tight fist and she recognized the fake tight lipped smile on his face...it was just like the one when she had first met him at the dinner where the contract was privately announced to them. The confusion and pain in his eyes drove the guilt deeper into her as she closed her eyes trying to slip out of the reality that she was in.


Tears stung her eyes as he turned to her after he angrily snapped at his father. He stared at her with a drained expression, almost as if he had nothing else to say to her anymore...but she could read everything. She was disgusting...a parasite just like the people they had complained about together in the past during the time when she was comfortable with just being friends with him...she was just another one of those people that had used him for her own personal gain. She had became part of the group that she had always wanted to stand above.


“You knew this was going to happen...didn’t you,” he murmured dryly. Bailey couldn’t say anything, as her hands tightly gripped her dress. She couldn’t cry...she couldn’t let go...for she was the one who had dragged him down when she had been one of the few people that he could have trusted. Her jealousy and her false hope had destroyed any bit of trust and possibility of happiness in their relationship.


“I-”


He turned away and walked down the steps. She watched in misery as his fragile looking silhouette left the building. A firm hand grasped her shoulder, and she looked up to see her father stare down at her with the usual look of disappointment. “Is it that hard to make him love you. With your mother’s genes I thought you’d be able to get any man to grovel at your feet,” he hissed. “Don’t let him go. The moment he’s stolen by someone else...you have nothing that can anchor you to this family.” Her father stormed away, leaving her to stand alone on the balcony. She couldn’t breathe and her sobs came out in suppressed hiccups as she pulled herself into the dark hallway that was hidden from the crowd’s view. Her fist pounded against her chest as tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t do this anymore...there were too many roles for her to play. The perfect Blackwell daughter...the sinful creation of her mother’s affair...the monster in Mason’s life...the shy push over...the bitch...over the years she had lost who she truly was and began to act as the characters that society wanted to see her as. She was tired...and wanted everything to be over. But she could never escape it as long as her name was attached to her.


Bailey could still remember the night her mother ran away. The warm tears that fell from her mother’s eyes, as Bailey pretended to be asleep. If only she had known that that would be the last time she would ever see that woman...perhaps she would have woken up and ran away with her. The woman left behind a note revealing that Bailey had been the child of another man...the very man that her mother was running away with. The selfishness of her mother had certainly been spread down to her...the cursed trait that had made her destroy so many lives.


She looked up when she saw two leather black leather shoes stop in front of her. Her eyeliner ran down her face, and her red eyes stared at the face that she despised.


“Are you happy? The girl who used you got stabbed in the back by her own plan,” she muttered through her sobs as her body shook.





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Thea Grace Malone

Thea nodded silently as a response to his question - she could remember everything about him, why did he not realise that. She walked around to his side where he had hastily pulled up the covers, and tugged them down gently. Naturally she couldn't see or touch his wound since it was on his back, but nevertheless she placed her hand over the top of his bandage on his front, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.


"Now it should get better" she whispered, pulling the cover back up across his side.


She walked away and around the bed, the the other side of the room where there was a single uncomfortable chair by the window and once there, she released the straps on her heels, and tucking her bare feet under her on the chair, wishing she had a more comfortable seat for the night, or maybe a blanket - ideally both. She stared at the white wall to the side, and without looking at Darius she spoke grimly.


"I'm sorry this is my fault" she paused, as if searching the white walls of the hospital for something. "But you should have just let it happen - I'm a whore remember, this type of thing happens to them". She finally turned to look at Darius with a twisted smile, "I've surpassed even my own capabilities and slept with an engaged guy at the age of 18".


She snorted at that, looking away from Darius and back at the white walls again.


Sighing she let her hair out of the constrained elaborate hairdo, and shifted in her chair, closing her eyes tiredly.


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Adrian's hands moved in unison with the rest of the room, clapping. But there was no life in his actions, his expression had gone completely neutral at the announcement.


This just got a whole lot more complicated.


Now he held a secret that could most likely ruin the Blackwell's name if discovered, and the weight of it was crushing Adrian.


An hand set on his shoulder and broke him from his shocked like state, interrupting the movement of his hands.


"Adriano," His father said and kept on speaking italian, as though what he was about to say was a secret. "I'm going for a game of poker with Mr.Blackwell."


The eighteen year old nodded at the man with little care before turning again toward the balcony, frowning as he saw both Mason and Mr.Blackwell leave, before Bailey stormed away unnoticed.


Giving a casual glance around Adrian followed her, silently slipping into the dark halls until the sound of sobs was all that he was able to hear, and a figure crouched all he could see.


It didn't take that much intuition to guess who that person was.


“Are you happy? The girl who used you got stabbed in the back by her own plan."


The senior's blue eyes slid down to the girl's face, a mess of melted make-up and tears, but still beautiful.


"I'm never happy." The italian sighed dramatically, offering a tissue for her to take.


"And your plan wasn't that good to begin with, you lack of constant. Or was sleeping with me in your scheme? Do tell me." He chuckled in an annoyed way, unsure of the reason for which he'd followed her there.


With little hesitancy the young man lit himself a cigarette, even if he was mostly sure this area wasn't for smokers, and turned his focuses toward a nearby painting.


It wasn't nor famous nor especially good, but it distracted him enough from the burning conflict that raged inside.


"So," He started, taking a long drag "in this impeccable plan of yours where everyone ends up unhappy, yourself included, where do I fit?"


@Atsuko