Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

ELROY
I had jumped back into work the second I went back to Sparks. Fay and I got up really early and right now she was preparing for the program, while I was getting some work done before the program commenced.
It had been a busy day.
Everyone at Sparks were either doing one thing or the other, bumping into each other in hallways and arguing about the smallest of things.
This had never happened before.
We were always coordinated, and way ahead of other companies... But now, it seemed as if everyone was confused. It seems if they had forgotten their jobs and are struggling with the smallest things.
I had sent Carter out to the venue, a long time ago. He was settling things over there, representing me in what ever duty I had to carry out.
Everything seemed out of order and as much as I tried to keep my cool, it was quite obvious I was losing it.
I had tried to just take down a few deep breaths to help me think better, but it only made things worse.
Fay had tried to make me see reason last night, she told me that it wasn't worth it... She told me that I didn't have to prove anything to anyone and she was right.
I guess my ego had a part to play in my current situation.
I didn't want to lose this year's program, I wanted to own up to my title and it was really messing up my brain, so when the door to my office pushed open, it grabbed my attention almost immediately.
But when my eyes met that of the person standing in front of me. I stilled.
He gently shut the door behind him as he made his way further into my office.
I blinked, looking back at my computer screen, trying to act unaffected by his presence. "It's rude not to knock, Lucas. No matter our differences, I'm still your boss."
"Tell that to someone who actually gives a fuck about your title." He seethed out.
There was something about the way he spoke... The confidence in his voice was undeniable.
I paused, then looked back up at him.
His eyes were dead set on mine, red and so full with hate, and when he reached behind him to pull out a gun, I was shocked at my unflinching reaction... Almost as if I saw this coming.
Sighing. "Okay?" I muttered. "I see you really wanna talk now." I rolled my chair backwards, getting on my feet.
"I've had enough, Elroy Chesterfield. It was okay when you and I just played this game, but bringing Fay into it... That wasn't a bold move." Lucas said, still aiming the gun at me.
I paused, studying him. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I knew... I knew it the moment Fay walked through that hospital door... I knew something had changed. You managed to turn her against me. Does she even know?"
My entire body spiked up, I was ready to pounce on him. Fay wasn't supposed to get caught in the cross-fire and I could just kill him if he dared to hurt her.
"Where the hell is she?" I asked, my voice going hard.
"Who? Fay? She's busy preparing for the program... You think I'd be here if I had gone to confront her first? I love that woman, I would never harm a hair on her head."
I let out a breath of relief.
She was all that mattered now.
"What is it you really want, Lucas? To kill me? You know you'd never get away with it."
"At least it would be worth it." He seethed.
"Okay..." I sighed. "Before you pull the trigger, can I at least know why you want me dead?" I stalled him.
He scoffed in disbelief. "You know why, Elroy... You ruined my fucking life."
I raked my hands through my hair. "How? Damnit Lucas, can you at least try to be specific? You always rant about how I ruined your life without telling me How I actually did it! What did I ever do to you?"
"You killed my brother! You made my mother useless." He snapped.
I furrowed my brows trying to wrap my head around his statement.
No.
Everything stopped, my eyes remained pinned to his as realization slapped me in the face. "Pardon?" My voice came out unregistered.
"Oh... So you never figured it out? You never made research? Is that how little their lives meant to you?" He asked, his grip on the gun tightening.
"I didn't know." I choked. "Lucas, I swear to God, I didn't-"
"Save the bullshit. You didn't actually care. My little brother died from that accident, and he wasn't even buried... My mother lost her ability to walk... You paid off my Dad so he could keep quiet about it... He used that money- he used that money to drink away the rest of his life. He had a daughter with some whore outside of marriage. Stacy. After a few years, my dad committed suicide, and he left a note, saying he couldn't take it anymore. He left his bastard daughter with my Mom, my sister and me. Do you know how we survived after that? You ruined our lives and went about living yours like some- some goddamn prince."
I gripped the table, my feet failing me.
"Do you know how many times my mom cried every night? Do you know how many jobs we had to work to pay off debts?"
Everything was shutting down in my system and I couldn't stop it. I was falling and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't pull myself back up and it was horrible. The feeling was horrible.
"I see you come into the office everyday and all I can think about is how everyone worshipped you... I wondered to myself that if they knew what you had done, would they still worship you? If they knew how you completely shattered a family, would they still call your name?"
"It wasn't my fault." I managed to let out, wanting to believe it myself.
"Oh... So whose fault was it? Whose parents car had the accident? Who came out alive and well while everyone else suffered the effects of that night? Who?" He shot the questions at me. "Speak up Elroy, whose fault was it!" He yelled.
I shook my head. "I don't know." I choked out. "I don't..." My emotions got the better of me and I couldn't help it... I broke down. I completely broke down... There was no word to describe what I felt. No word.
After years of looking for the woman, after months of wanting to get the clarification that she and her family were okay... This happens? His father died? Committed suicide? Oh my God... I had even caused more damaged than I thought possible.
"You don't know." Lucas repeated after me. "It was your fault, Elroy Chesterfield. If it hadn't been for you, my little brother would still be alive. My father wouldn't have saw the need to commit suicide and my mother wouldn't have to look at Stacy, thinking she failed her husband as a wife!"
A sob broke out before I could hold it back in, I was unable to stand upright. When the tears fell, I knew the answer to my long asked question.
If I hadn't gotten that Asthma attack, my Dad wouldn't have saw the need to pull over, or even go down that damn route.
They would all still be alive.
"I looked for her. I looked for her but I didn't find her, I wanted- I wanted to know if everything had gone well with her- but I couldn't find her. I'm so sorry Lucas. I- I didn't mean for any of these things to- to happen to your family. If I could take it all back, I would... I swear I would-"
"But you can't, can you?"
I placed my head on my hand, trying to control myself but I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
"How can you even live with yourself? Knowing that every time your parents memorial was near, it marks the day you ruined the life of your sibilings, you ruined the life of that woman, you made sure my little brother didn't see his teenage years! How can you even live with yourself?"
"Lucas- please stop." I begged.
"Stop? Oh you want me to stop? What? you're tired of listening to the truth? Truth being how you murdered your parents? How you drove a man to commit suicide? How you made sure no one ever knew my little brother?"
"I had no hand in that... Nobody told me anything- I didn't know anything Lucas... Why would I do such a thing? I didn't have any idea-"
"But you were the cause of it!" He yelled! "You didn't have any idea but you were the cause of it."
It was too much, my feet had failed me and I had landed back on my chair.
"You don't deserve to live. You should have died with them... That would have been the perfect justice! Your death would solve every damn thing!"
"Then do it... Pull the fucking trigger and get it over with." I said, my eyes meeting with his.
He scoffed, then lowered the gun as a smirk crept onto the side of his lips. "And give Fay another reason to hate me? No thanks. She loves you, and I wouldn't want to be the one to take that out of her hands. You will do that yourself." He said, slowly dropping the gun on my table, he placed both his palms on either side of my table and then leaned in. "If your mother were to be alive right now, I'm guessing she'd tell you this. Think very carefully about everything you have done. Weigh your options and see if you still deserve to breath. I'm leaving you this gun in hopes that you'd do the honors yourself."
He raised to his full height, his frown leaving his face, quickly replaced by a very polite smile and look. "I'll get back to work now, Boss." He walked out of my office.
My eyes went to the gun on my table.
How did I manage to live with myself after everything? After knowing everyone in that car had suffered the effects of that accident, except me... How did I even manage to- to wake up each morning without- without feeling out of place?
He had a point... I shouldn't be here.
I picked it up slowly, the gun felt cold and heavy on my grip.
He didn't even have to pull the trigger before he got the job done... His words had eaten their way into my heart and honestly,
I took off the safety from the gun.
I felt nothing.