ENIOLA

To say she was drunk would be an understatement. She had had one, three, eight... Well, she'd lost count after the tenth shot.

It was her best friend's birthday. And she could not resist accepting the different shots passed to her. Alcohol is bae.

"You're wasted. You've got to get home somehow." Her ex-course-mate and ex-boyfriend, Kent took the hundredth shot of tequila from her grip and poured it on the bushes.

"Hey, I wasn't done with that!" She protested, falling into his arms as he tried to steady her. The man was too thin to hold her up.

Idiot.

"I'm taking you home. It's a work day tomorrow" He almost rolled his eyes at his last statement as he dragged her into the house by her elbow.

Everybody knew Eniola Gillian, she couldn't work to save her life. Not that she needed to. It was no surprise she threw such a large party for her friend.

She could not even remember the last time she stepped foot in her company.

"No, don't take me home." She shook her head at his offer. She may be drunk but not drunk enough to forget that he was an ex for a reason. "Just call me a cab."

She tried to free herself from his grip and let out a frustrated huff when he did not budge.

"For fuck's sake, Kent. Let me go!"

"Let you go? I'm trying to fucking help you." She shoved him away from her, avoiding his glare and potential outburst when she fell into someone else.

"Enny, you're fucking wasted," Francine grumbled in disbelief, shaking her blonde hair in disapproval.

"Yeah, I got the memo the first time."

"I haven't even been gone for thirty minutes."

She had always kicked against Eniola wild habits and Eniola on the other hand could not help but not give a fuck.

"I was not drinking. I swear-r." The alcohol lacing her voice became more obvious as she tried to deny it.

She could hardly stand on her own without being held up.

"Of course. I'll have a taxi take you home. The rooms here are all in use." Francine eyed her a bit before pulling out her new iPhone; one of her numerous gifts from Eniola. "Let's take her outside."

"No, don't let Kent touch me. Let me go!"

Francine put an arm out in front of Kent. "It's fine. I'll handle it."

He still had to intervene when she needed extra help throwing Eniola in a taxi while the drunk dramatic kept telling. "This is abuse. Driver say something!"

They slammed the door shut and the driver locked it from the front. Eniola forced away the angry tears as she glared at Francine who blew her a kiss and did the telephone sign with her fingers. Betrayal!

She raised a middle finger in response.

"Here have water, it would help." The middle-aged man handed her a bottle of water which she eyed suspiciously before cracking the cap open and gulping greedily.

She eventually calmed down and relaxed to watch the buildings passing by.

His house was farther away from the party than hers but she wanted to be there instead.

After he had left, she realized he put the house in her name but she was unable to claim it until three years ago. She felt it welcomed there more than her own home.

She thanked the taxi driver and gave him a rather large tip in cash after she swiped her card and stumbled into the empty house. She was immediately welcomed by the cold air from the air-conditioning unit that he never agreed to turn on.

She used to run to his house when she fought with her dad and camp in his room until he came from work and she scared the shit out of him. He got used to it eventually.

Eniola walked into the kitchen for some aspirin and the same wave of nostalgia hit her again. He would always keep his computer on the kitchen island and try to work, cook and help her with her schoolwork at the same time. She did notice him working into the late hours of the night because of work he had been unable to finish as he was taking care of her needs. It was like he was there and the next minute vanished. Her legs gave away and she landed harshly on the marble floor.

"Fuck."

She missed him badly.

She missed his little Spanish nicknames and phrases he never told her the meaning of. She missed how he knew everything about everything. How he knew her more than anyone else.

He would tell her about her schedules and school work, hang out with her friends, and other appointments. The idiot never forgot anything.

She missed having someone that understood and actually knew her. Ever since her mother left, he was there alongside her almost absent father. Tobias was just there.

Then he wasn't.

She missed him so much that it made her eyes burn with tears.

She felt betrayed.

"You said you would come back." A single tear rolled down her cheek as she dragged her knees to her chest. "You fucking promised."

Fucking liar.

~~~

She woke up to her head pounding and the sound of curtains being pulled apart.

"What the-" Her eyes failed to focus on the silhouette in front of her window so she just fell back and threw the blanket over her face.

The same blanket was roughly pulled away.

"Anthony for fuck's sake-" His body fragrance exposed him as she shielded her eyes from the morning sun that was a bit too bright. "Fuck off."

"Fuck off?! Are you insane, Eniola?!" She pursed her lips at her financial adviser/assistant/overall babysitter and pushed herself off the bed.

She decided it was better not to argue with him when he was in one of his moods.

Staring at his angry brown eyes and rumpled suit, she asked, "What did I do this time?"

Anthony huffed in disbelief, looking like he was a second away from pulling out his hair, "What didn't you do? The whole of New York is talking about the alcoholic daughter of a former Senator and you're asking me stupid ass questions?" She shrugged, wiggling her toes in front of him as he sat by the edge of the bed. "Get those things away from me."

She ignored him and placed her feet on his legs, daring him to remove them.

"You worry too much."

"Tobias is not going to like what you're doing." He said, rubbing her ankle out of habit.

Eniola rolled her eyes in defiance, "Then he should come tell me himself."

Anthony sent her a sympathetic look that she hated, making her take back her feet.

"I'm going to take a shower. There's some pizza in the fridge if you want some." She hopped off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, still in her party dress.

She stepped into the shower in the skimpy outfit.

"Will you be coming to the office today?" Anthony called as she stripped the thin fabric off her body.

"No. I'm not going anywhere today and don't try to make me."

Anthony's cursing was incomprehensible as he shut her bedroom door and usually she would yell at him but at that moment, she had no energy for that. She just wanted to stay indoors and try to hate Tobias for abandoning her.

She didn't want to think about her business that she had no desire to run but was convinced that she needed to invest some of the money her father had left her with. She didn't want to think about Anthony and what he felt she should be doing. She would have fired the self-righteous prick a long time ago if he had not been recommended by Tobias. She definitely did not want to think about what New York had to say about her and her money, business, and activities.

~~~

"Yeah, there's a party at Onirux park." She overheard a blonde teenager tell his friend as she waited for her coffee.

"Onirux? The park was closed down. The police could raid the place!" The other friend whispered quickly looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

She was glad she had shades on else he would have met with her eyes. And might recognize me.

"I know! But we have to go! Deanna Green is hosting!" The blonde yelled and corrected himself. "We've got to go there." He whispered.

"I'm not sure. Her parties are for adults, aren't they?"

"We'll sneak in then!" He suggested with a casual shrug and she chuckled.

There would be a lot of people sneaking in. Deanna was an acquaintance of hers and was notorious for hosting illegal parties. That's what makes them fun.

"I'm not sure bro." The friend replied as he took the last gulp of his coffee.

The duo left not long after and Eniola resorted to scrolling through her phone. She stumbled across different pictures of her and Tobias. Pictures she had seen again and again over a million times but still had to stop and view them. Her favorites always changed as she spotted something new every single time.

She loved the particular picture they took on her first day in college. His eyes were always a different shade of gray depending on how the light hit them and that day, it was almost blue, matching her dress. Even in his simple oversized shirt and pair of jeans, he was easily the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

He has always been fucking gorgeous.

In the picture, he had a small smile as his hand lazily lay around her shoulder. She could still remember laughing at him because of how uncomfortable he looked in front of a camera.

Looking at the pictures reignited the longing she had for him. And she thought of all the extreme things she had done hoping he would come to her rescue but he never did.

Over the years, she had done a lot of things the media was ripping into her for. From drag racing to fighting in public while drunk out of her mind. He never showed up. All she got was Anthony telling her about his displeasure. She wanted him to tell her himself.

"No balls," Eniola muttered, almost pouting at the picture.

She easily got over a lot of things. Hell, her father's death didn't even bother her much but Tobias? It was like he had left and taken a huge piece of her that alcohol only seemed to momentarily fill.

She wondered if he would still look the same. Maybe he'll be bigger? He enjoyed working out, like the abnormal human he was.

A call came in, interrupting her nearly obsessive thinking and she angrily clicked the answer button.

"What is it?" She had made it clear to Anthony that she did not want to be interrupted the entire day.

"Hey, it's Deanna." She nearly rolled her eyes at the voice but focused her attention on the waiter who had just brought her drink.

About fucking time.

"Yeah, what's up?" She replied easily, mentally going through the reasons why she was currently making a conversation with a woman she last saw on graduation day. Three years ago—

"Hey Enny, it's been a while. I wanted to invite you to my birthday party at Onirux tonight. I'm sorry it's coming late but I was a bit busy with the preparations and all." She said a bit too politely.

She considered the idea and nodded even though Deanna could not see her. She needed to get wasted anyway and this time, she wouldn't need to sneak in.

"It's okay. I'm free for tonight." She paused to sip her coffee. Her mind rapidly sorted through the list of things she could do to get his attention. There was no way she could miss an opportunity even if it was to annoy him very slightly.

"What time?"

She almost felt bad for planning to ruin a friend's party.

~~~

TOBIAS

He frowned as blood sprayed over his bare chest.

He had hit an artery again.

"Alvaro, qué deseas?" He asked calmly, addressing the source of his distraction.

A heavy sigh flowed into his ear as it pressed into his phone. The leather phone case irritated his sweaty shoulders but he did his best to ignore it.

"Mr. Ferna, she was spotted again."

It was his assistant and not the annoying man-child he had known all his life.

"Give me a second."

He gestured at a guard who quickly brought him a clean rag to wipe his bloody hands.

"Apply pressure. I don't want him dying yet." Tobias said, his voice sounding almost genuine with worry.

Standing up from his seat, he made his way out of the basement. "Where?"

"At a party. Drunk and stumbling with a group of friends."

He stopped at a mirror as he listened to her, examining the amount of blood on his upper body. It was just enough to end the man's life and more than enough to tell him he needed a shower.

"When?" He asked, dragging his finger through the blood.

"Early this morning." She answered immediately.

"Be specific, Clara."

"At 1:33, Sir. The media people sent in the pictures at that time before putting it on the news." The voice was rather timid as it responded, obviously sensing his impatience.

"Get her off the news then."

"Yes, sir. Of course."

Tobias hung up and returned to the basement with reignited irritation that he was sure would soon be soothed. Eniola was as irresponsible as a teenager.

Tossing the phone at the single guard, he turned to his guest that had blood pooling out of his skinned open torso, "Romero, shall we continue?"

Romero's gagged pleading was a clear 'no' but they both knew it was falling on deaf ears. And well, it is difficult to understand what he is saying when he has no tongue...

"Talk about karma."

The man's cries intensified as the blade cut deep into his chest. Even the morphine he had been overdosed with could not numb the pain.

Just as he did not listen to Rebecca when she pleaded, Tobias would not.

~~~