AN: I do apologize for this chapter being shorter than the others but with school starting back up again soon I just don't have all the time in the world for writing. I will try and make it so updates come every Sunday, starting next week. Enjoy!
Victoria's eyes traveled over to her husband who fast asleep next to her. He had been the only one to fall alseep after their previous intimate engagement, but he was also the only one to finish. Victoria was uneasy, she was afraid that she was no longer sexually attracted to the man she had married years ago. Which brought uncomfortable questions to mind, questions she was unable to wrestle with at this late hour of night. Questions involving a girl named Emily. Questions that she was hoping to get rid of after that short time with Conrad, its why she instigated it in the first place. At least she had manged to make Conrad happy, he was slightly taken aback but joyous nonetheless. It was likely the first time that she had dragged Conrad up to bed by his tie, but she was still enough of herself to glare icily at him when he suggested the couch as it was much closer. Just because she was suddenly interested in being intimate with him did not mean she would let him treat her as though she was a harlot.
She turned away from him, unable to gaze at his sleeping face any longer. She felt as though she had betrayed him, no she had briefly. Even if it was for a short while she had had a romantic fondness for someone that wasn't Conrad. Someone that wasn't even a legal adult. Someone that she had almost brushed lips with the other night, she couldn't even think the word kiss. Kisses were reserved for her husband, the man who had improved her life by leaps and bounds, he was the one who got her out of her misery of a life and made her the Queen she was today. She was no longer the victim and she had Conrad to thank for that. The money gave her power, power she never had before and it was addictive. She had become like a child with a security blanket except her's was money.
Emily was panting. This whole running thing was really not working out for her. Jack had suggested it after she had come to help asking to advice about how to get into better shape and he had suggested this to get her started. She thought that he had grossly estimated her physical state, she had only managed to go for fifteen minutes before having to turn the run into a walk. She wondered if he was laughing at her back at his dad's bar, if he was she was definitely going to have to get revenge on him somehow, maybe should could ask Declan for help. The younger boy seemed to have a crush on her, at least according to Jack. Not that she trusted anything he ever said after this.
The only good thing was that the physical pain made her forget, even if it was temporary, everything that had happened over the past few days. The almost-kiss with Victoria and waking up in her arms was more than awkward, luckily for her she managed to detach herself without waking Victoria up and avoiding an even more awkward conversation. They'd need to have one eventually, as much as she didn't want to have it she couldn't deal with having tension between them. It was probably best to end their lessons too, as much as Emily liked her she knew it wouldn't be healthy to have this one sided affection for long. Though was it really one sided? Even if both of them felt this way then it would be wise not to do anything. Not that any of the bad outcomes for Victoria couldn't be fixed with money but if it got out then Emily would probably be thrust into the media spotlight as, "under-aged lover of the Queen of the Hamptons" or some other crap they would undoubtedly come up with.
Titanium rang louder in her ears as she stumbled forward trying to get her legs to move faster and burst out of the park and onto the sidewalk of quiet street. The world got brighter as the sun became more prominent in the sky. She glanced at her watch. It was minutes past six.
Something hit her. Hard. She barely had enough time to register it was a car before she was thrown backwards. Everywhere hurt, especially her chest and her head. Her head hurt a lot too. She vaguely recognized the sound of brakes screeching and she though whoever was driving was going to get out and help her but the car suddenly sped forward leaving her with nothing but gas which made her cough, which just caused her chest to hurt more. She spat blood out onto the road before she lost consciousness. She could only hope that someone would find her soon.
Victoria was absentmindedly flicking through a magazine as the chauffeur carried her and Conrad to a hotel where they would spend the weekend getting closer together. Victoria had suggested it as a last effort to fully remove Emily from her mind and Conrad had accepted, happy to get away from work for awhile and spend time with his beautiful wife.
"Stop the car!", she heard Conrad yell as the tires screeched, throwing Victoria against the back of the driver's chair.
She rubbed her head before muttering, "What in heaven's name was that about, Conrad?"
He didn't respond to her but instead pulled a phone from his suit pocket and dialed 911. The chauffeur ran out the car and it wasn't until then that Victoria decided to see what all the madness was about. She pushed open the side door and walked in front of the car. There was a young girl lying in the middle of the road with her face facing the pavement. It was enough to cause her to gasp but the girl didn't look terribly familiar.
That was until the chauffeur turned her over. Victoria let out a bloodcurdling scream as she saw Emily's bloodied face. She almost fell but Conrad was there to catch her. She pushed him away and ran over to Emily, trying to keep the tears from falling. She couldn't let them see how she felt for the broken girl. She wanted to reach out and cradle her in her arms but she was smart enough to know not to move her until the paramedics came.
Victoria bit down hard enough on her lip to draw blood as she tried her hardest to keep the tears in. She knew after this she couldn't lie to herself anymore. Her feelings for Emily were as real as the blood on Emily's face.
I honestly don't know what obsession I have with one of them getting hit by a car but if you've read my previous vemily fanfic then you'd understand.
Mwah!
-Abbie