Chapter Twenty six | Ekaterina
I'm dying, they lied, we're in the 'tomorrow' phase right now, and I was definitely not getting better in any form of that word,
"Fuck." I curse under my breath as I throw the blanket away from my body, Alexander comes in view, and raises my eyes to meet his, "I hate all of you." I mutter under my breath and his lips twitch.
Amusement flashing over his face as if I'm an entertaining show for him or something, he holds his hands up in an innocent manner that doesn't look convincing one bit, "You can say that to your sister." He says sternly and I blink.
He drops on the mattress beside me and I yawn "Where's she? I need to take a shower and every time I even try to stand up I feel like everything is spinning." I state, annoyance spreading through my body.
He stares at me for a beat before speaking "She's out, went to get you some food." He says and I groan, "When will she be back?" His brows furrow before he lets out a sigh "I have no idea, but not anytime soon I'm sure." He shrugs.
I feel tears welling up in my eyes, what the hell is wrong with me? "But I want to take a shower!" Tears fall down my cheek and I murmur dramatically for some reason, "What is wrong with me?" I almost scream those words and a weird expression flashes across his face.
"Look—I know it's the drugs but you need to stop crying." He says gently, and when that doesn't work he glares at me "Don't be a kid it's pathetic." He states and I grit my teeth.
"You're such an asshole." I mutter and angrily wipe away my tears, "If that's what will make you stop crying then so be it." He states and lets out a huge breath, oh, so he was provoking me?
Lovely, "I have an idea." I tell him when something pops up in my mind, and I contemplate if It's a stupid idea or not, "You can help me." I say bluntly and he chokes on his breath, before clearing his throat.
"Help you in what exactly?" Well okay, "showering." I state without an ounce of embarrassment for some reason, "No." He rejects and my stomach drops, "why?" I ask when he continues shaking his head.
"You're not in your right mind, Ekaterina, you'll probably kill yourself when you find out what you're saying currently." He says in the most nonchalant tone I've ever heard, my chin quivers, does he not find me beautiful enough maybe?
"Is it because of how I look?" I blurt out and his eyes widened as he slowly Averts his gaze to me, "are you insane?" He asks and I feel hot moisture building up in my eyes again as I blink it away "No, I'm being serious." I reply angrily.
"You're fucking stunning, Ekaterina, I don't know how you can even see it this way." He whispers and I suck in a breath, "Then why don't you want to shower me? The rejection hurt." I reply and a small smile forms on his lips.
"And god please...don't cry." He demands but I don't miss the desperation in his tone, it's weird, "Will you come with me?" I sit up, my gaze finding his as I stare into his eyes, "you have scary and beautiful eyes at the same time." I whisper and he closes them for a beat, letting out a breath.
"Scary?" Arching a brow in my direction, "So you already knew that they are beautiful, color me surprised." I roll my eyes and he tilts his head, "Ekaterina." He states and I stare at him, "You need to rest till your sister comes, I'm not going to shower you," he says in his normal raspy voice.
"you're being an asshole again." I mutter under my breath and try to ignore the hurt spreading through my body, "Because I don't want to shower with you without your consent?" He asks raising a brow.
"Jesus, I'm giving you it." I exclaim, and he rolls his eyes "You're on drugs, Ekaterina, which means that you can't even think properly let alone make decisions like that." He says and I glare at him just as he laughs,
"What's funny?" I ask like a lost puppy and he shakes his head "Nothing." He states and stands up, giving me a last look "Sleep, sweetheart." He says gently and I smile, "I like it when you call me that." I mutter under my breath and his smile widens, making him look more beautiful.
"I figured."
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"I'm going to make it." I offer lightly as I stroll through the kitchen, the spinning shit has gone but I don't think the drug effect completely vanished, "NO." My sister almost screams, "What? It wasn't that bad." I mutter and give her the best innocent expression I can manage.
"Last time you made me something, I got food poison." She protests and I grimace, "I got better." I assure Vlad who looks like he's about to kill me or himself I can't really decide,
"I promise, you can watch over me even." I beg as I smile hopefully, Alexander appears through the room and his eyes find mine, his hair is wet and falling over his face as he brushes it away, "Hold your wife away please." The traitor says.
I narrow my eyes "I'm your sister first, I can't believe you just said that." I protest dramatically and she rolls her eyes but I don't miss the smile spread over her face, such a bitch, sure enough, Alexander immediately walks towards us,
He gestures to me so we can leave the kitchen but I stand still mouthing 'no." He arches a brow and takes a step towards me, "final answer?" He asks and I raise my chin up, "No." I say forcefully and in a matter of seconds, he lifts me up.
I squirm in his hold but his hand is stronger than my whole body apparently because he forces me in place without looking like he's making a single ounce of effort, "let me down." I mutter in his ear and he moves me a bit so that I'm not ruining his eardrum which was the exact goal.
He finally sets me down beside Vladimir in the living room, I glare at both of them and raise a warning finger "One day, I'll make you both food and you'll eat it with a smile and a thank you." I offer and Vlad bursts out laughing while Alexander's expression stays as blank as ever.
"Yes ma'am." Vladimir murmurs a moment later and satisfaction spreads through my veins even at his sarcastic tone, "Her cooking is as awful as mine by the way." I mutter under my breath, getting defensive because my food isn't that bad.
I've eaten worse, "so you are admitting that it's awful." Kiara calls out from the kitchen and I glare at the space in front of me, "Don't be a smart ass on me, Sister." I emphasize the word to show her how much of a traitor she is.
She laughs and eventually, a smile spreads on my face as well, "Do you think I'll be normal tomorrow?" I ask everybody and Alexander nods so surely I wonder if he's internally hesitant, "I think so." Kiara replies from the kitchen and Vladimir nods.
I relax a bit and pray that tomorrow won't be as messy as today.