Chapter 8—

Let the anger consume me.

I want it to reach from the veins of the tips of my fingers, travel through my backbones, and hit indefinitely to my feet. I want red everywhere. The surge. I need it to cloud over my eyes. I need everything to be red. FUCK! I need red.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

All sound leaves me. I see nothing but red and hear nothing but the pounds my shoes take on the pavement. My hands are becoming red against the cold. The biting wind balances the red. I am red. Fucking Sebastian. Some vestige of sound makes its way through the red and I can tell people are being knocked over. People are falling, getting slammed against, moving out of the way.

Sigh… I am becoming peacefully consumed with RED.

"GET OUT"

"Kathryn…"

"I have no words for you Valmont! I have." I pause, holding onto the last threads of dignity and sanity I have left.

"I have no more for you."

I walk slowly over to him and place my hand on the back of his neck. His body instantly relaxes. Cold turns to heat and I contemplate momentarily about letting it go. However, the images make its way from the back of my head and flashes before my eyes. And I realize it's beyond me. The decision was made without my consent, ripped away. And the two of use would have to live with it.

I bring his head down and my body becomes tingled with warmth. I cling to this for a while. The history between us overwhelming any train of thought. Any thoughts of wanting to see black. Closing my eyes tightly, a few tears ran out and trailed from my cheeks to his as I pulled away.

Straightening myself out, I turned around and reminded myself why I was here and what had transpired.

I coldly and quietly said, "I'm leaving. When I step back in here, I want all remnants of you gone. It's done."

I feel his arms snake its way across my waist as he pulls up against me. My body tenses as I feel his nose in my hair, taking a deep breath. I try to pull away but he holds on.

Mustering up the coldness that was already beginning to seep away, I said, "Let me go."

"No. I'm not fucking letting you go. Not until you know the"

I put my high heel in the air and slammed it down on his right shoe. He instantly starts cussing as he hops around like some fucking bunny. I knew it was a good idea to get these shoes despite the high price, even for me.

I start striding away and see him trying to catch up to me. I immediately turned around and kicked him in the groin. His face starts turning purple and I make my way toward the phone and call security.

"I want two guards up here immediately to escort Mr. Valmont off the property. NOW."

I slam the phone down when I hear "Yes M'a…"

I then turn my head over to the crumpled man on the floor.

"You had me Valmont. And I was willing to let you leave with some dignity. But now I don't give a fuck. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I saw what I saw. There's no fucking way you can explain yourself out of this. You can say goodbye to everything you have by the way because I'm throwing you out now. And I'm burning that goddamn journal of yours. It belongs to no one but the flames that will engulf it."

And with that, I hear two prompt knocks on the door and I swiftly make my way over to it.

Two burly men walk in and immediately spot him on the floor. I can see the evil glints in their eyes, probably from the rude way Valmont always walked in and flipped them off. I give them the nod and one of them picks him up pig style while effectively wrinkling the Dolce suit he had just purchased. After a few seconds, he was out and I was done. It was done.

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