Love In The Darkness

Can you actually fall in love with a mafia heir that will soon marry you if you find out his darkest secret in your darkest hour?

***Ashreigh was the only one from the Leighton family who managed to survive the major assassination in their manor. Her parents' car burned into ashes with them, she was showered with a shot, and the mansion wrecked down like a fallen glass of water that killed a lot of servants.

Her tragedy gave out a new beginning. A new life that will soon start to be written in her book of life.


8. Darkness Seven: Complaints

"Shit! Dammit! Shit! Just mother fucker!" I heard Jack cussed nonstop as he sped up towards his car. "Holy shit! How could you?!" He exclaimed at my face as he placed me down to let me continue withdrawing the food I was supposed to be digesting. While he, in the other hand, opened his car to take an extra shirt to change his clothes into a new one.

I feel so sick and tired. How am I suppose to feel better if I can't even feel that I am fine?

"Here. Drink up." Jack said behind me.

Hearing him say the word drink up, I'm feeling sick again and resumed with my disgusting outburst. Seriously?! Why would he want me to drink up when I'm dizzy because of drinking?!

"Sheesh. How many shots have you taken in? Really. And those guys didn't even gave you any chasers at all? How can you drink up that much?!" He asked with a sign of distress and worry about his tone because aside from me getting drunk, one thing I knew about him is that, he values his car. And the idea of that is because, I might throw up in his car once we drove home.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you going to take me home or what?!" I tried standing up, but my knees shaken making me kneel down.

"What's with the tantrum?" He said back helping me stand up and fit me inside his car full of doubt on his face.

What a guy?!

"I am very very very tired." I uttered.

"Once that fiance of yours finds out that you were drunk, he will not be pleased."

"Well I'd be glad! That adult will withdraw the engagement and rip up the stupid piece of paper and I'm back to simply Ashreigh Lewis Leighton with a free status and no adult to take care of!" I said.

"Stop being so loud." He said.

"Of all people I hate are pretentious adults. Full of acts, perfectionist, judgemental and all."

"Aren't you being judgemental from your statements too?" He said back.

"Adults are such full of criticism and all they want is to control dependent minors. They're all about pressures and didn't even give a damn of what we want. Is it really bad to be at this age? All is forbidden and all they reasoned out is that its a waste of time when in the first place, everything they also want me to do is wasting time. Studies all! No music, no strolling around malls, no playing, no arts, no talking nonsensical stories even if they asked how school was. What do they want me to do? Kill time while sitting and staring in a space? Be autistic?"

"Listen miss Leighton, don't generalize adults like they're like your fiance and your parents. Maybe I don't understand how rich people with authoritative parents like you feels, but that's just one example that you shouldn't be generalizing." Jack told me seriously.

"I just wish my parents at least gave more attention to me than just ordering what they call 'raising reputation'. You see, they want me to make a way to make myself productive and become like them: build a piece of a non existing family. I thought they'd be proud if I get to be the girl they wanted, but they just actually don't care about my capabilities and just pressured me to do something that high schools doesn't even know how to do yet, to make the family company. Even if I know its just a small portion of the family's money, I still can't manage it! It failed and dad said to claim the marketing ideals back again. I already said I can't but they won't listen giving me more pressures on my studies and the job. Until I actually lost both: company and outstanding grades. And I felt so little of myself when they said I'm a useless daughter a parent could ever have." I cried but at the same time, chuckles to myself. "I know in my heart that I started hating them ever since, but it doesn't mean that I want to lose them either. They're so unfair."

Jack stopped the car. I looked at him and wiped my tears.

"Are we there yet?" I asked.

"No. But do you think you're sober?" He asked back.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Good." He went out of the car and ran across the door on my side to open it for me. "Come here." He offered his hand in front of me so I stretched my hand to accept it, getting out of the car and started walking out of the roadside.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere you used to go to." He replied.

"What? Where?"

"Here." He stopped and stepped out of the way where I could see it. Although it was still dark, I know what this place is. Starting with the pitch black surrounding that what I can only see was the tree and further was a cliff. I let his hand go and started walking farther into it, making my phase closer.

How long was the last time I've been here? Three years? I've stopped coming here because my mother found out that I was using one hour of my time painting here every after school. She destroyed all my canvas and burned it down into the ground. The day after, I suddenly have my own curfew.

"How did you know this place?" I asked.

"I'm just guarding you from a bit far. Just as your fiance ordered that you get to be safe all the time."

"Since when?"

He didn't reply.


Still no answers.

I simply let the question go and sighed. I sat on the grassy ground beside the tree and looked up at him. "Now, sit beside me and listen to my complaints. I need you tonight."

He shrugged. "Alright. But don't you dare throw up on me this time because I'm all out of extra clothes." He said walking towards me and slumped on the ground to my right like an Indian man. "Go on, speak until you sleep." He added with a click of finger.

That was my go sign and so I began to speak up like I was telling him my most hated parts from the day I was born, my parents' pressure inflicted, the assumed expectations, failures, punishments, birthdays, time management, schedules, until this day with meeting El. "... I mean, why do I have to be here? I don't even know how he can tolerate my childish actions and he just made me feel that I'm not even worth his respect after what he did. He just made me feel... Like I'm not the fiance and so free. As if I was the nuisance in that hell of a car that they even took me to a party for them to go solo. Isn't that insulting and unfair?!" I said. I looked at him. And from the thought that I at least have sympathy turned out that the guy I was speaking to was comfortably sleeping from where he sat. Head bowed, eyes close and heavily breathing but without a care in the world. Again I sighed and felt lightly irritated. I stood up and went further into the cliff and sat there. The wind started giving me chills as I hang my feet into the edge of it and started humming random songs that I tuned myself.

The kids in my class back then told me that I have a good voice and so someone recommended me into the music club. I first thought it was a waste of time as my parents said so, but soon after I was actually enjoying it. Learning how to play piano, guitar, and violin-- even formulating my own song. It was so good. So entertaining that I was really hooked up to it, until my parents found out after a month. Suddenly gouge me out of that school and transferred me to another and that is where I learned another one and turned out to have became my favourite. It was arts. I never thought I know how to draw until I tried. Again, I was feeling hooked up to that new talent and so I joined. But of course, it was by secret. I loved extracurricular activities and again disobeyed my parents' rules. Because aside from my burden over house rules, they also have a school rules for me. And it was unlikely of them to do such a thing for an automatic future. A future without color, just simply black and white. Work, professional marriage, have a kid and die-- or get killed.

It was disgusting.

I don't even know where my character is. I felt isolated and different from the others and it was very sad.

I looked down on the cliff and suicide suddenly struck me. Automatically thinking if I would still live if I'd jump down there. But seriously, am I even that courageous to do such a thing when in the first place, they raised me to become into such an dependent coward?

"You shouldn't be sitting down there, that's too dangerous." A voice suddenly surprised me that nearly made me jumped off. It was a good thing that both his hands grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me off the cliff as he sat behind me.

I turned to him and watched as he pant slumping on the ground. "That was damn close!" Jack shouted at me.

"You nearly killed me!" I shouted back at him.

"Well if you died, I'm also better off dead." He said back.

From my frightened expression, I turned to him wondering. "Why?"

"Well, once Eldrin finds out that I let you die, he'll probably beat me to death."

"He sounds scary..." I shrugged. "I thought he just looks scary but he also sounds like one."

Jack laughed. "You never know." He said. "Anyway, lets go home."

"Yeah, sure." I stood up and followed him in the car as he opened the passenger seat for me. I rode on and he started the engine.

"Face the new day tomorrow princess, you have a full day ahead of your calendar." He said.

"Yeah. Take care of me for a while. I think I won't be able to carry myself..." I replied, yawned and closed my heavy eyes. "Drive safely okay? I don't want another accident."

"Like hell I would let my baby car get a scratch." He seriously said back.

"Good..." I let my head lean on the soft seat and feel the need of sleep.

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