There was pounding and yelling. I opened the door to find Loon barking out orders just like the day before. This time it was more severe, and the men were feeling the pressure. I could see it in their faces as they made their way up and down the stairs, carrying boxes and boxes of beer and wine. Loon came to a halt in front of my open door and winked at me after she glanced at the end of the hall.
Close behind was Mason, man powering his way down the hall with a huge box that took five men to carry. He looked tired, very tired. Did he sleep at all last night? The answer was probably the same answer as mine. He walked right past me with a kind of grim look on his face. I knew I had been a bit harsh last night, but did he have to give me the cold shoulder?
"You better be on your pre-preparations." Loon's voice was in sing song and it irked me the slightest bit.
"Pre-preparations?" My eyebrow raised at her and she nodded eagerly, as if I actually knew what she was talking about. Half the time I had no idea what the hell she is babbling on about.
"Also, you'll be playing tonight." She left me with that and I sprinted after her, a hand grasping her wrist as she continued her round around the estate.
"Loon? Wait a second. Playing?" I questioned. My feet planted themselves on the floor.
"Yeah. Tonight. For everyone. I heard you play last night. You're amazing." She wiggled out of my grasp and left. She kept ordering the men around and Mason was walking up the hallway again. This time he looked at me, but only for a brief moment before disappearing down the stairs.
I tried not to think too much into it. What I did do was exactly as Loon wanted me to do. I locked myself in my room and paced back and forth as I put together the outfit I'd wear tonight. My hair was still in curls from last night's attack on Loon and Armani's part. All I did was give it a bit more turn with the curler as Armani taught me. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the endless curls that nearly swiped the floor. It was perfect.
As I tried to admire how I looked, there was on a knock on my door and when I answered it Robin came into my room with a smug smile and not even an "Ok' from me. He closed the door with his booted foot and with his terribly blue eyes ran them up and down my figure. It felt like he was trying to peel me open like an orange and it bothered me to which point I took several steps back and frowned.
"What? What are you doing here?" I questioned and he only moved further into my room, reaching the window and staring out of it before laughing a quick, humorless laugh.
"I've noticed there is trouble in paradise. Has my brother given you the cold shoulder?" This time he seemed amused. He gained pleasure from my situation and it only fueled my hatred towards him.
"None of your concern."
"Dear Jinx, everything that goes on in this estate is my concern. I'm only here to offer my sympathies. I know how Mason can be. Stubborn and childlike. He can't seem to grasp the feelings you have towards him. I, on the other hand, know exactly what you are feeling. Though, I know what you want too. Two things entirely different. What you feel and what you want." His tone was slightly in sing song, as if taunting me, provoking me to do something I know I'd regret later. So I was still and kept my hands on either side of my hips.
"You know nothing, Robin."
"Hmm." Now he was stepping closer to me, but I held my ground and looked him dead in the eye. last thing I needed was for him to think I feared him. I did not, but he moved closer, too close. We shared the same air and could feel the heat of his body radiating towards mine and it scared me shitless. This man was about intimidation, I knew that and accepted that, but this was more than just that. Robin was getting at something and I wasn't sure what. "You're brave and so beautiful." Another smile. "I know everything." His face lowered and his lips hovered over mine before I jumped back.
Only, Robin wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me back towards him, keeping me still with a death grip I couldn't hope to escape from. "What the hell do you want?' I asked him and the smile on his face turned in to a malicious one nearly gave away every perturbed thought in his mind.
"Good question." Then I felt his lips crashing against mine. I struggled, kicked, punched, but I barely moved an inch far from him. I could feel the rough skin of his lips thrashing against mine, demanding a response from my part. I wouldn't give it to him. It only made him angrier and with that anger he pushed his fingers through my curls and grabbed a fist full of them before pulling back rather hard. I cried out, giving him full access into my mouth. He wasted no time in that opportunity and his tongue darted between my lips and traced my own tongue. The feeling made my gut twist and every urge to gag grew stronger.
"Get off me!" I yelled and he released me with an abrupt shove towards the bed. I fell flat on my back and next thing I saw was him pouncing over me. In that second I pulled my knees up and he felt the full impact as he landed. He groaned and grabbed me by my legs and I fought to free myself. I was getting ready to scream, but Mason barged through the front door, finding me fighting Robin off.
"Well then." Robin straightened and both men fell into an endless stare. It was a challenge, one I was afraid Mason would lose. How could I not be? Robin was capable of so much and seeing him force himself on me only made him look worse. Still, Robin put on a smirk and walked right past Mason after the orange eyed tyrant stepped aside. He knew better, better than to give into what clearly occupied his head.
Mason closed the door after Robin and it shut with a slam that resonated through the room. He watched me carefully and in question. "Are you alright?"
I nodded and to the best of my abilities seemed calm and composed, but the feeling of Robin still lingered. "You can't stay mad. You can't ignore me. You can't keep hiding from every feeling you get. Damn it, Mason. Stop following orders." I prompted.
"I can't. You're right, but Robin is still my bother and my leader. If he is interested I need to back off. That's why after tonight you are leaving. I'll give you whatever you need, but you need to run."
"Excuse me? You're the one who said I can't keep running." There was defeat plastered all over his face and it made me so angry that this guy went through all the trouble in the world to keep me by his side, only to throw me back into the streets.
"I was wrong. You should run. As far as possible. Tonight I'll make sure you sneak out undetected. Get your things ready." With that he left me alone. Alone to my thoughts and to my aching chest. I knew there were some feelings stirring up, but I never thought they were this strong. Getting to know this man, has been both thrilling and terrifying, thought I wouldn't dare admit it until now. He was something else, something a lot more worth it than Hobs ever was.
Which is why I couldn't help my next outburst. "Son of a bitch!" Punching the bed was one thing, but when my firm fist collided with the wall the pain surged throughout my body like a wave of hot, stinging pain. The frustration was greater and suddenly my hand wasn't my biggest concern. As I kept quiet, everything outside seemed as if nothing happened. Everyone must be too busy preparing that they couldn't possibly have noticed my petty, sad excuse for increasing rage.
I slipped into the dress and frowned. Looking myself in the mirror I no longer thought I looked at least pretty. How could I? When all I saw the old me, the woman that runs. I watched as the picture in the mirror dressed me in dirty, old clothes and gave me stains from hiding in the most remote places. I reminded myself this was my life all a long and no childish emotions for anyone would ever change that. After tonight I would leave all this behind and somehow I found comfort in that. At least I wouldn't be held captive and Robin won't be an issue anymore. But I won't ever see Mason again... Which was ok because he's the one who wants me to leave in the first place.
Next thing I knew I was packing, stuffing what little I had in my beat up duffle bag. Anticipating some rough weather in my future I stuffed the sheets as best I could. The bag almost wouldn't closer, but I manage. I always manage...
"Jinx!" Pounding was a normality in this place, as was Loon's shrieking voice. Without another warning she was in the room and before yanking me along with her she took a good look at me and nodded in approval. "This is how it's going to be." We walked along the hallway and I noticed it was darkening outside. I wasn't sure how long I spent packing. All I know is I had enough time to do so and stash my bag under the bed before Loon came in. "Robin, Darius and Mason will be introduced first. Then Armani and me. After that everyone will be able to enjoy the celebration and you will play set up to play your violin." She continued. I blocked her out after Mason's name came out of her mouth. Sure enough she was glowing with glee, but there wasn't much I could enjoy of tonight.
"Hey!" Loon shook me and I blinked several times.
"After what do I set up?" I asked her.
"After we are all introduced. Uhh..." She seemed embarrassed, or maybe sorry about what she would say next. "Sorry. You won't be presented."
"It's ok. I'm not much for good impressions anyway." I assured her. She let go of me and ushered my through huge double doors just east of the estate. They opened to a grand balcony where I stood over the cluster of people already drinking, eating and enjoying themselves.
"isn't it great?" Loon beamed and I nodded with the best smile I could put up.
"Loon." That voice. Robin caught both Loon's and my attention before the blonde skipped away. "Come on." Robin said to me and I frowned.
"Go? I'm not going anywhere with you." I told him.
"Don't make a scene. You have no choice. You will be my partner as they introduce us." He walked off, obviously expecting me to tail him. Then I thought, why not? Soon enough I will be out of here and will never have to stand beside the likes of someone like him. So I complied and followed, which he welcomed with a satisfied grin. If only he knew...
Robin and I stood beside each other in front of another set of double doors. He offered is crooked arm for me to wrapped my own around as the other began to arrive. I held on to Robin and the thought of Mason seeing us pained me.
"Welcome all to the Annual Ball." The voice came from withing the double doors and the chatter of many quiet down. "The Dusk Family have spent years keeping our city safe, now we give them our gratitude with this night of celebration. Please welcome the Dusk Family. May their success prosper and their power strengthen."The crowed cheered and I rolled my eyes in disbelief. These idiots.
"Here we go. Smile pretty." Robin said as the doors opened and the twinkling lights of chandeliers shown over us. Each family member was introduced separately bu name. Robin and I walked down the stairs, but my name wasn't mentioned at all. At the end of our walk, which seemed more like a mockery, Robin continued to the dance floor and I tried slipping away, but he now had my hand gripped firmly and I was forced to go with him.
"Not so fast." He whispered in my ear. "Now we dance."