CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
TEAR US APART
ADELAINE'S WHOLE BODY WAS SORE, but it didn't compare to the immense ache she felt in her heart. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying too much and her throat was parched from the lack of moisture. When morning came, she didn't have any tears left. She couldn't believe that after Michael told her he loved her aed nd they shared something so intimate that she would find out the truth about the Devil's plan for her.
As she thought about how the blond manipulated and deceived her, the hurt slowly turned to anger. She had loved him so much and wanted to give him the world. But he only gained her trust so he could accomplish his plan easily. He used her. The blond used her love for him as his weapon to get everything he wanted for her. The thought made her clench her fist in anger as she tried to fight back to urge to scream. She should've never believed anything he said. He was the Devil's son and the Anti-Christ. How could she think that he could be good? After all, he ended the world and killed billions of people. The saying was right after all: the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Looking at the mirror, Adelaine removed any traces of moisture and tear-tracks away from her face with a clean cloth. She used the little amount of beauty products she managed to salvage in the Outpost – a concealer, a hot pink lipstick and some black eyeliner. After all, she was Chanel now. Chanel wasn't Adelaine – no, she was stronger and didn't cry over anyone. She wouldn't let a lying bastard destroy and tear her apart from the inside. She had been strong for the past few years and she didn't need anyone to stay that way. Adelaine didn't need Michael. The part of her that needed him died a long time ago. She was different now. And getting the rest of her memory proved just that.
Adelaine walked towards her closet and picked out a less modest Victorian dress that hug her body perfectly. Then, she pulled her orange hair up into a high bun, highlighting her fair complexion and flawless skin.
Hearing the knock on her door, the ginger opened the door and walked out of her room, her chin held high. Michael would not ruin her. Not now, not ever. Gallant stared at her new get-up looking impressed as he walked by her side.
"Wow, girl! You look good for someone living in the Apocalypse."
Adelaine smirked slightly as she chewed on her lower lip, "I know right."
Coco excitedly clapped her hands together, "He's not wrong, you know! You really look good."
Tilting her head to the side, Adelaine raised an eyebrow at her "sister" but she didn't say anything in response.
"So, what are you wearing tonight?" Gallant asked her excitedly as they sat at their respective seats in the dinner table.
"What's tonight?" The ginger asked, narrowing her eyes at the hairdresser.
Gallant groaned, "The party? Oh, right. You missed the announcement."
"I was... sick." Adelaine tried to lie, but the disapproving look on the hairdresser's face indicated that he didn't buy any of it.
"Yeah, right."
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COCO ASKED ADELAINE TO COME BY HER ROOM, so they could prepare for the party together. Gallant was doing the blonde's hair as she looked at Coco's closet, trying to find something to wear for the Halloween festivity that would take place tonight.
Mallory was staring at the fire in the middle of the room, talking about being the Dark Phoenix due to the radiation. Coco and Gallant were mocking her, but the ginger watched the brunette closely. After all, she remembered how powerful Mallory was as a witch. She could do the kinds of magic that were unheard of to most of their kind.
Concentrating on the fire, Mallory tried to make it stronger, but she failed to do so. When the brunette gave up and turned her attention on Coco, Adelaine walked closer to the fire, staring at it intently. She tried to recall all the lessons she got from Myrtle from Telekinesis down to Descensum. Pyrokinesis would be fairly easy to her since she was a dark witch. The ginger closed her eyes as she clenched her fist. She felt the fire's heat reach out to her, surrounding her aura like they were connected. She willed it to be bigger, hotter and brighter, enough to light up the whole room. When she finally opened her eyes, the flame got bigger, causing the other three to jump in shock.
But Adelaine only smirked in amusement.
"I need to get something from my room," She excused herself, masking the smirk on her lips briefly, "I'll be right back."
Gallant, Coco and Mallory didn't pay attention to her – still shocked at the fire acting out in front of their eyes.
Adelaine hurriedly made her way into her room, remembering the long, black sleeveless dress she found a while ago when she was dressing up. Locking the room of her door behind her, she was surprised to see Michael standing in the middle of her room, looking at her thoughtfully.
"What are you doing in here, Mr. Langdon?" He flinched slightly at the way she addressed him, and the coldness of her tone.
"Adelaine – "
"It's Chanel," The ginger corrected abruptly, her face emotionless as she stared into her eyes, "My name is Chanel."
Michael let out a breath through his mouth as he cautiously took a step towards her, "Okay, Chanel – " He forced the name out, "Don't go to the party tonight. It's a trap. Everyone is going to die."
"Why should I listen to you?" Adelaine demanded stubbornly, unable to bite back the anger she was feeling towards him. Maybe he only wanted to save her so he would be the one who would kill her.
"I know you still believe me, my love," The blond gently gripped her arm when she didn't back away or flinch. His blue eyes were pleading and they were telling her something that words cannot express. "Trust me on this one. I would never to do anything to hurt you."
"But you lied to me," Adelaine pulled her arm away harshly, "Do you think that wouldn't hurt me?" She turned her back on him, her fists clenched at her sides again, "Are you ready to tell me the truth or will you keep lying to me?"
Michael pressed his body against her back, his hand gently caressing her sides. The ginger tensed, but didn't made a move to create distance between their bodies or push him away. "I will tell you everything, I promise. Someone is tearing us apart and I don't know who. But I won't let them suceeed. I'll prove to you that I'll never hurt you again."
"Fine," Adelaine shrugged. She guessed that one more lie from him wouldn't hurt. "I won't go tonight."
He wrapped her arms around her, kissing her head lovingly, "I love you, Adelaine. And I'm not lying about that. I'll prove it to you."
The ginger fought the urge to say it back. It was already against her better judgment that she believed him in not attending Venable's party. She couldn't break again and fall into his arms until he proved himself. She had to be strong.
Michael slowly turned her around, pressing his lips tenderly on her forehead before he quietly left her room and shut the door behind him.
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UNEDITED
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