Two weeks shifted into a month.
A month of not knowing, not understanding. Every day I was filled with aggressive whys, hows, whens. Each clawing at my mind.

Everything was great and then it was...gone. I tried to move on. Trust me I tried. But, everytime that I was almost over it, I saw him, on billboards, television, even the freaking subway.

He poked at me, mockingly. It was bitter. It was cold. The desire to know was a sinister darkness engulfing my body and mind.

I got addicted to him and I could never get him back. And that mere fact was driving me to the edge of insanity. I tried to roll my shoulders to dissipate the tension in my back.

"I need to know why." I whispered to myself. I was sitting in Dane's living room while watching The Goonies.

"What did you say, Amber?" Dane asked, with his attention on the screen. He's seen the movie over fifty times yet everytime he watches it, it's like the first.

"I need to go." I thought clenching my fists. Dane's eyes shot to my hands. He paused the movie, quickly taking my shaking hands in his. He had tried for a month to get me to not go back to Atlas.

"No." He ordered sternly. "You are letting him control you. This is what he does. Don't you get it? He gets pretty girls like you hooked on him then he leaves them high and dry."

I shook my head. Everything he was saying was true. But, I needed closure.

"I'm sorry, Dane. I need closure." I said standing and rushing out of his apartment.

I entered mine, locking the door behind me and began the insane plan that I had conjured up in my mind not less than five minutes ago.

I changed out of my black sweats and P!ATD sweatshirt, pulling on a tight burgundy dress and black trench coat. I pulled my hair into a tight bun and put on my glasses that I never wore. I also rocked a pair of sharp black heels. I would say something cliche like Atlas Knight won't know what hit him but he will: my fist.

I ignored the look I was getting from Dane as I walked down the hall.

"This isn't a good idea, Amber!" He called from down the hall. I overlooked his words as I googled Atlas's headquarters and in forty minutes I was in front of his sleek glass skyscraper.

Taking a deep breath, I sauntered into the building with confidence  I walked over to the blonde man sitting at the front desk.

"Hello." I smiled. "I'm here for my appointment with Mr.Knight."

The man was silent for a few minutes as he typed away at his slick black tablet. For a moment I thought that I was going to pass out from anxiety. Was he going to discover that I was an imposter.

"Ms. West? You usually do your sessions over Skype."

"I decided that he needed person contact this week."

"You got that right. He's been firing people everyday." The man said lowly. "For the sake of my job and yours straighten him out." He smiled.

I gave him a nod, walking to the elevator.

Which floor is he on?

"The top." The Secretary answered. Thank God.

I'm in. That was surprisingly easy. I kind of feel like I'm in Ocean's Eight. I pressed the 30th floor.

Here I go. I thought wiping my sweaty palms against my trench coat. When I reached the 30th level I was met with a dark slick tiled room with mostly glass walls similar to the whole building. There was a waiting room in front of me, styled with black leather furniture, a glass table and a plush black rug that looked like it cost more than my apartment.

To my right was a black tile made desk with a flawless Asian woman typing away at a slick black computer. Her long black hair was in a high pony tail and her make up was done to perfection.

Way to be a cliche, Atlas.

"Excuse me, I'm here to see Mr. Knight."

"And who are you?"

Silence. I tried to rack my mind for any ideas. Who was I? I checked the clock to my left. It read 11:15.

"I'm his 11:15."

She typed in to her computer, giving me wavering looks from her screen at certain times.

She was on to me.

"Ms. West? I didn't know that we would be meeting you in person today?"

"Atlas needs personal contact."

The woman gave a nod followed by a smile.

"My name is Mist." She said beaming.
"If you need anything just call my cell." She said handing me a black card.

Okay, kind of weird.

"Thanks."

I walked in through the two tinted glass doors not knowing what I was getting myself into. But, at this point. I didn't really care.

At first I was taken aback by the clouds that surrounded the outside of the ceiling to floor windows. King of the clouds, literally. The second thing that caught me off guard was how cold it was in the room.

There was a huge dark glass desk to the right as well as a sitting area in front of the office space with a flat screen placed in front of that as well.

Atlas was at his desk, working on his laptop intently. He didn't even acknowledge me.

"Atlas."

"Amber."

"I..."

"Let me stop you there. You came here to see what is quote on quote wrong with me?" He asked without looking up from his screen.

He got me. I remained silent. What else could I say?

"To see why I had left you? For closure?" He continued. At this he stood making his way toward me.

I should've nailed in him in the balls when he put a hand on my cheek and leaned into me, instead I stood, petrified.

His skin was cold, sending chills down my body.

"You want to know why I left you." He whispered to me. His cologne swirling around me in an intoxicating swarm.

"Because...you aren't that interesting. You are ...pathetic....Desperate." He smirked. "Why else would you come all the way here in that get up?" He snarled while running a finger down my cheek.

I felt the tears begin to build in my eyes. No! I screamed inwardly. I wasn't going to let him win.

I stepped back from him with a sweet smile stitched across my face.

"If you think I'm so pathetic then why did you try so hard to get to my pants? I guess that makes you just as pathetic as me. Oh and the last time I checked I didn't keep trying to buy my...whatever we were anything she wanted."

I stepped closer to him.

"You are the one who got attached and couldn't handle it."

"You're delusional." He snickered.

"And you're crazy." I spat.

His grey eyes darkened.

It all happened so fast. A sharp blow was given to my face and I fell to the floor with painful smack.

"Do not call me crazy." Atlas hissed down at me. My face stung and my vision would not stop blurring.

A tear ran down my eyes before I could stop it. He snickered.

He yanked my hair forcing me onto my feet and toward his desk. I felt around for my phone. It wasn't here. I had fucking left it at home.

My life was thoroughly fucked at that moment.

"Oh... I know why you came, now. You want to be fucked. " I clenched my fists. Was he really that thick? Why do guys always think that?

I really did not think this over. He pushed his body against mine, pulling my hair back so I could hear as he whispered "Then I will fuck your brains out."

I twisted and agonized from underneath him as he began to pull my dress up. I stared across his desk, looking for anything I could use as a weapon. I wasn't going to let this happen.

"I do not want to have sex with you!"

Where was Mist? Hadn't she heard all of the commotion? I should've listened to Dane.

"They always do."

My eyes landed on a letter opener. Just as he was about to pull my panties down. I grabbed it. I kicked him hard causing him to stumble, allowing me to get the upper hand. In a few seconds I had the opener to his neck.

"Fuck you."

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Shortest chapter by far! I really am trying to update. But, every week there is something I have to do before I'm off to college in the Fall. 😁