Hey! I'm so sorry i took so long to update, 'cause i sort of have a problem writing this chapter. Actually, perhaps this chap isn't needed. But i already planned it, and it just felt right. SO yeah!
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Previously on Love in a Diary,
I turned my head to the right, there he was, in the opposite street.
I looked at the light, green light. The cars were coming into a halt.
I ran out of the road quickly, before he disappeared into the crowd.
I heard screeching sound of brakes and a scream that sounded like Alice from somewhere, "NO!" before falling into darkness.
From a third person's point of view
"I don't fucking care whether you're hacking into the National Security System or whatever shit. Just get that damn car plate number and bring that bastard to me." He shouted into his cell.
"No, I'm not leaving this to the police. I'm doing it my way, and I will make his or her life like hell!" He growled and threw the phone across the room.
He didn't care whether his phone would break into pieces or not. The anger and the frustration in him turned him into a man who would kill any time, any second. A violent man or machine, he was becoming.
She walked into his room silently, not wanting to disturb him. She knew he was better off in his own world, but she couldn't bear to watch him destroying himself.
There was nothing they could do. His father made all of them go home and take a rest. True, they were at home, but definitely not resting.
They tried so hard, but lying there on the bed, they could only toss and turn and still no sleep would come to them.
His hair was in a mess, so she knew he was running his hands through his hair many times, something he always did out of frustration. Studs could be seen forming on his chin, above his lips… His muscles tensed. His jaw tightened that she thought his teeth would break. His fists clenched and unclenched.
All of a sudden, with a scream, he hit the mirror before him with his bare fist.
Her heart leaped.
She had never seen him so outrageous, so out of control before. He was always calm and collected…
His blood dripped onto the carpet. He could feel the sting on his newly cut wound, but it was just like a needle pricking through his skin. Mafia assistant leader he was. Hence, broken glasses cutting his skin? It wasn't such a big deal.
The only problem he was facing was the searing pain he felt inside him… It was too much. It was even worse than the deep cut he received during one of his fight that could lead to death if he was hospitalized any later. It was much worse than the pain he felt when he lost his mother.
He fell to his knees and hit his head on the wall.
Thump.
A tear trickled down her face.
Thump.
Her heart broke.
Thump.
No, she wouldn't just stand there and watch him destroy himself.
Thump.
She ran towards him and hugged his neck, preventing him from banging his head on the wall again.
"Stop it." She cried out loud. "Stop, I'm begging you. Please. Stop hurting yourself."
He turned his body, so that he was facing her. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen what I was doing."
"It's okay." She sobbed.
Then, he leaned onto her stomach, while she stroked his hair, calming him in a way.
After a moment of silence, he whispered. "This is Red Christmas, definitely not White Christmas."
"I know. This isn't how I wanted to celebrate my Christmas either."
"It's too much, I can't handle the pain. Darling, I can't lose her. I can't live without her." He clung onto her tightly.
"Baby, I can't live without her too. No one can. But do you think she would like to see us being like this just because of her?"
"No…" he said.
"Exactly… She's one who hates to cause trouble to the people around her. If she knows you're hurting yourself, both physically and emotionally, just 'cause of her, do you think she would feel good? She would blame herself." She paused for a moment and the corner of her lips twitched into a smile. "Or she would slap you up down left right."
He chuckled lightly. "Yeah… That's my sister."
Then they fell into silence again.
"But, I miss her. I really do." He struggled to keep his emotions deeply buried inside him. Tears were threatening to fall, but he kept it. He didn't want to break down in front of his love… He didn't want to be weak.
She knew how he felt. "Let it go, baby. Cry it all out and you will feel better."
He shook his head. He wanted to stay strong. To him, men are not supposed to tear, but only to bleed. He was already bleeding, both inside and also on his fist.
"Please… Don't torture yourself anymore. Let it all out."
This time, he couldn't stand it anymore. A tear fell from his face. Once it's started, there's no stopping. He knew that he would continue crying, till there were no more tears to shed. He broke down.
Then, they snuggled close to each other on their bed till night time, without saying anything. No words were uttered, because like soul mates, they fully understood what the other was feeling.
Both their eyes were red as they had cried for so many hours.
The ringing tone of his cell broke the peaceful silence they held for so long.
His eyes darkened and he quickly got up to search for his phone, stumbling in the process.
"Have you found him?" he asked, in a strained voice.
"I'm coming." Then he shut his phone and gripped onto it so tightly that it ought to break.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Oh no… Nothing…"He paused for a moment, biting his lips. "Hey, babe, I'm going out for a while, kay?"
She blinked her eyes. "Sure… You'll be back, soon?"
"Yup…" He leaned down and gave her a kiss before dashing out of the room.
She sighed and closed her eyes. "God, please take care of him. "
She knew his secrets, his family's secrets. She knew where he was going, what he was going to do. But she never stopped him.
She respected his decision, but secretly prayed that he wouldn't do anything stupid that could put him into jail.
Then again, she knew him too well. His sister was everything to him, besides her of course. She was afraid, afraid that he would act out of rage, without even thinking.
Gathering enough courage, she got up of bed and headed towards his father's room, and knocked.
"It's me."
"Come in." he shouted.
She opened the door and walked into the room. She played with her fingers, concentrating on the carpet that floored the room, thinking…
She let out a breath she didn't knew she was holding when he asked, as though he could see through her. "He went out, didn't he?"
She nodded her head.
"We wouldn't want him to do anything rash, don't we?"
She nodded.
"Ah, very well…" He put down the newspaper he was reading, and took out his cell.
"Hi Sebastian." He said. "Do you know where he is?"
"Thanks. Don't tell him I called and you know what to do?"
"Okay. Make sure he doesn't do anything to that idiot before I come." He shut the phone and rubbed his forehead.
"Are you following?"
She looked up. "Can I?"
"Of course you can. I'm pretty you're the only one who can stop him when he's err…"
"I get what you mean. Thanks for letting me tag along."
"Come, my child." He headed out of the house and drove his silver Audi R8 to the empty warehouse just out of the town.
The empty warehouse was illuminated by candles and in the middle, kneeled a terrified, blindfolded young man whose hands were tied together.
His car, a Lexus SUV, was parked next to him.
The guys crowding around him made way for an absolutely furious man.
"Sir, this is him."
"So, this is the guy." He asked while wearing his leather gloves.
He kneeled before him on one leg and took out his blindfold.
"So… What's your name?" he asked.
"Matthew…" he gulped. "Matthew Maxwell."
"Matt, can you tell me the best thing that happened to you during Christmas Eve? I mean this year's."
"I was promoted, had a raise, and had the best drink in my life."
This time, he took out a pocket knife and played with the sharp edge.
"You know, Matt. I had the worst Christmas Eve ever. Some bastard ran over my sister, and took off. Do you happen to know who he is?"
All colors were drained off Matt's face. His pale as white paper face stared back at him and the knife in his hand.
"Please… I don't know. I had no idea. I was already pressing the brake, but the brake wasn't functioning. Then, all of a sudden, the girl was there. I tried to avoid her, but I couldn't. I knew I hit her, but I panicked. I didn't know what to do. So I just drove away. I'm sorry. Please, don't kill me! Please I beg you!"
"Of course I won't kill you. Killing you would be a mess, don't you think? And what, you'll just feel a few seconds of pain, then die? Apparently, that's not how things are done here." He smirked and got up.
Walking to the SUV, he asked. "I heard this is what you treasure the most."
He blinked. "Oh, no, no, no… I don't like the SUV."
"Oh really? Then if I were to do this," he drew one line across the car with the knife, "And this," Another line. "You wouldn't get mad?"
He blinked back the tears and forced a smile. "No… Of course I won't."
"I know you won't get mad." Another screeching sound could be heard as he drew another line on the car for the third time. "This will be as though a knife is plunging through your heart, isn't it? Now, it isn't good to lie."
"Yeah…" he whispered dejectedly.
"Good, now you know that's how I'm feeling." He tilted his head. "But then again, probably not…"
He circled around him, like a predator circling its prey, ready to pounce anytime.
"Matt, oh Matt…"
"Please, don't kill me. Please I beg you. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. How much money do you want? Just don't kill me!"
"My friend, you underestimated me. Money will never be a problem to me. You can never give me what I want."
"I can!"
He got really angry right now.
"Oh yeah??? You can make my sister wake up on this instance? And heal immediately?" He grabbed him by the collar and gave him a punch on the stomach.
"Of course you can't!" He screamed at him. He took a metal stick from one of his men, and hit Matt's front and back.
All the while, Matt was screaming in pain, but he didn't care, as this was what he was used to. Usually, he wasn't the one doing this sort of dirty job, but well… Since his sister's the victim, why not?
"Enough!" A voice echoed through the empty building. "Stop this immediately."
He froze and turned around, meeting the face of his father. He groaned when he saw his beloved trailing behind his father. This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't need her to see the wild side of him, the cruel side of him, the murderer side of him.
"But, dad, I've got some unfinished business here." He pointed the stick towards Matt who had a bleeding nose, chapped lips, red marks all over his body, looking as though he was going to die
His father sighed. "Bring me a bucket of water and a towel." He ordered.
He told his son. "Give me the stick."
"No!"
"Son, I'm telling you. Give me the stick."
"No!" This time, he struck Matt another time.
She gasped.
"This is an order, now, give me the stick!" he shouted at his son, though he didn't want it.
"I said, no!" he glared at his father.
Just as he was about to hit Matt again, she sprinted and hugged Matt's limping body.
"Darling, please, get out of my way."
"No!" She shook her head.
"Come on, don't make it hard for all of us."
"No!" She fought back her tears. He wasn't the man she loved, he was a monster… "If you want to hit him, you have to get through me first."
"Very well… In that case…" The metal stick was about to come in contact with her back, but it stopped the moment she turned around and looked at him, with those loving crystal blue eyes, as if taunting him.
Frustrated, he threw the metal stick across the building.
"Clean him up." The father, also the leader of the group of men, told them.
She got up and went towards him. He flinched when she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Why didn't you let me kill him, bitch?" He threw her a murderous glare.
She clamped her mouth and her eyes widened in disbelief. Without a single word, she ran out of the building and burst into tears. She didn't expect this kind of reaction, especially from someone she loved so much.
Someone gave him a slap across the face.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" he shouted at his father.
"Ask that question again…" His father said sternly.
His shoulders slumped.
"You know what? She's been worried sick about you. In the hospital, when you were about to create a riot just because those people couldn't make your sister wake up, who was the one who stopped you from embarrassing yourself? When you were in your room, crying, who was the one by your side, comforting you? When you tried to hurt yourself, who was the one who stopped you? Now, can you tell me why did you act like a bastard just now towards her? She doesn't deserve that sort of treatment from you. She deserves more than that. She's already tolerating the fact that you're the assistant leader of this gang. She didn't tell the police about us, she didn't run away from us, from you, especially. She loves you so much, and you're calling her a bitch? She was just stopping you from killing him."
He paused and took a deep breath.
"Imagine what it would be like to her, if you were to be jailed for the murder of that guy? Huh? What would happen to her? And let me tell you this. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me, telling me to kill that idiot. But I know, your sister wouldn't want us to murder someone just 'cause of her. She doesn't want to get involved in any of these."
He sobbed. "I'm sorry, dad. But what should I do? Just let him go?"
"Of course not." His father smiled and went towards a black hair young dude.
"Here you go, sir."
"Very well done, Sebastian." He patted his shoulder. "Expect a raise."
"You don't have to…"
"Shut up before I change my mind, and decided that you suit being the one cleaning the washrooms."
"Thanks, sir."
"That's my boy."
"Is he conscious?"
"Yeah…Max gave him the proper treatment." Max was their personal doctor who was always present whenever this sort of situation happens.
"So, what's his name?"
"Matthew."
He passed to him a thick folder and he read.
"Thanks Sebastian." He walked off towards the guy who was lying on the ground.
"So, you're Matthew?"
"Yeah…" he breathed.
"Let me tell you this. You're not going to mention a single word about this to the police when you turn yourself up there."
"But-"
"Never interrupt me." He glared at him.
"Don't worry, when you're in jail, I will make sure your family gets the exact amount of money of your monthly pay… And-" He looked at the poor SUV. "I will call someone to fix the car, and send it back to your house. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"So, what're you going to tell the police when they ask you where you got these bruises from?"
"I got into a fight with some other people while I was drunk."
"Excellent, Matt." He smiled. "But if I ever find out you never surrender to the police, you know what I can do."
He gulped.
Outside the building, he found her, leaning towards the Audi, while sitting on the ground.
He sat next to her and turned to face her.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't say those words to you. I shouldn't be blinded by my anger till I almost hit you. And… I shouldn't have let you suffer alongside me all this while. I'm sorry, I'm being such a selfish brat."
She giggled but continued to ignore him.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really am! Please tell me what I can do to make you forgive me!"
She turned and faced him, wiping a tear from her face.
"Stop being depressed and cheer up. You think your sister would like to see her brother being so depressed every time you visit her? She prefers you to be the happy, funny, brother instead of the emo one."
"I get it. But I need time to adjust."
"Yeah I know."
He leaned into her. "I'm sorry." He breathed.
"I know." She whispered.
"I love you, Mel."
"I love you too, Ian."
Then, he gave her a long, passionate kiss, that they didn't share for… who knows how many days?
Hmm??? First time i'm using 3rd peron's POV, which is quite hard actually. Perhaps i wrote before from 3rd person POV, but sort of forgot how to write in that style.
I'm afraid it won't meet up to your expectations. But i had to use a 3rd person's POV, 'cause writing from Ian's POV... Is hard. Really hard... I can't grasp what he's feeling. Sigh...
Anyway...
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Love,
LittleBells.