Accident

Chapter Eleven 

The Writer~ 

My eyes swing between Keith and Mimi. As I take them in, a frown forms between my brows. Her eyes are filled with horror and dread, and her breathing is uneven. It is tough to notice because she is very good at masking her emotions. But I know this because I know how much her eyes reflect how she is feeling and how her chest rises and falls when she is breathing. Every small movement she makes reflects how she is feeling at the moment. 

And right now, she is panicking. 

Seeing her like this makes my chest tie into a tight knot and makes my mind go blank with rage. My eyes narrow into slits and I clench my fist. 

"What did you do to her, Keith?" I ask, my voice chillingly cold and the hostility in it is unmasked. 

"She is my girlfriend, Kyler." Keith gets onto his fist, his eyes are searching for a reason why I am this enraged on my face. 

If he weren't my younger brother, I would have already pinned him down on the table and punched him until he was dead or close to it. But I keep it in check and pin him with a death glare. I watch Mimi's face ashen out of the corner of my eyes. 

"What makes you think that, Keith?" My mind is giving me the red signal of how I am not breathing properly and how my heartbeat is escalating with each passing second. 

"We dated for almost a year before she went to DC and ghosted me for eight years.." Keith is picking his words carefully. His expression is unsettled as he has never seen me like this. "So I am trying to get back with her." 

My heart clenches and I glance at Mimi, who looks like she is at a loss for what to do right now. She asked a question and I haven't answered that yet. I am scared to answer it now. 

From Keith's words, it is evident he is being an asshole. What if she thinks that I am no better than him? 

I try to pull in the air into my lungs but the tension in my muscles is knotting my lungs and heart like a vise. 

"Mimi…" My voice is so soft and so pleading that I am too surprised, "Do you want to get back together with him?" 

Please say no. Please say no. 

I start to call out to whatever god there is that will make her say no in my mind. But then I realize that god is going to do a shit. If she doesn't say yes. I will just kidnap her and lock her up in my basement until she agrees to be mine. I don't care if I have to violate her for that. As long as she is mine. I know eventually she will understand how much I love her and she will come to terms with it. 

It sounds unhinged, I know. But hell, I'd rather have her cry with me than laugh with someone else. It's one way or another. She has to be mine or no one's. I don't intend to hurt her. I will just eradicate who tries to steal her away from me. 

It takes a few long painful seconds for her to get those words registered inside her mind and she slowly shakes her head, grabbing her bag and getting on her feet, "I'd rather be with a dog than him." She looks up at me with her dark eyes, snapping me out of the things that I was fantasizing about and a wave of relief washes over me and I feel some of the tension release from my muscles. 

I want to pull her into a tight embrace and tell her, "That is right. You are mine and there is no one else who should violate the rule. Because the penalty is dreadful."  But I resist my intrusive thought and turn to Keith, "You heard her." My voice hardens as I take in his natural expression. 

He scoffs and looks at her like he is doing her a favor, "What is wrong with this attitude of yours, Mimi? You are not even that pretty. I am doing you a favor by trying to get back together with you. All that is good about you is your body and your bank account. Nothing more." Before he can continue and my fist goes slamming to his jaw, a splash of warm coffee reaches him, then a loud slap. 

Keith and I both are equally shocked at the abruptness of Mimi's action. 

"Fucking asshole." She curses, her every word dripped with cold fury, the most dangerous kind I have ever seen. Her pretty eyes are narrowed into slits that can make anyone shudder, "Do you think I don't know what I look like and what I deserve and what I don't?" She laughs a peal of humorless laughter before hissing, poking Keith's chest with her index finger, "I know damn well what I deserve and what I don't. And you are the latter. So, get the fuck out of my sight with that motherfucking face of yours, disgusting man whore. And the next time you talk about my looks, remember that I can buy at least a thousand like you with my money and surely they will be better than you." The rim of her eyes are red and tears are swimming in there but she is holding them back. 

I want to laugh and whistle at how my little muse is defending herself. It looks so deliciously sexy. I have always wondered how she is a heiress with her soft and kind demeanor. But guess, I was wrong. She is a wolf in sheep's clothing. And I am so fucking in love with her. I am sure that I fell for her again right now and this time harder. 

With a last glare, Mimi barrels out of the door with a few furious strides. Keith is shaken in his place and I at least let one of my intrusive thoughts get the better of me and I punch him right across the face. 

He yelps and growls in pain and anger as he loses his footing and crashes onto the floor. This is the moment that shows just how much attention we have gotten here. People are boring their eyes on us but I don't pay them any attention and quickly follow after her. 

The sky is dark as a result of dense clouds obscuring it. I rush out of the door and look around to see which way Mimi went. 

I look to my right and see her crossing the entranceway of an underground parking lot. I run after her and before I can get anything out of my throat, my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach as dread slides down my spine and my pupil constricts. 

A car appears at the entrance of the parking lot right before her. 

Oh no, no, no…