~Chapter 65~
"I’m calling the police," Michael’s voice exclaid through the doorway.
Was he dumb? I almost banged my head on the floor for his stupidity. Did he really think that announcing his intention to call the police would sohow intimidate Roo?
Even soone as desperate and uneducated as myself knew that telling a criminal you’re calling the police was a recipe for disaster.
Especially when that criminal had a loaded gun and has shown how unpredictable and crazy he was and let’s not add his ruthlessness.
Roo’s deep laughter was imdiate. He laughed like he had just heard the most hilarious joke, his body shaking with laughter.
The sound was so unexpected, so jarring, that it made my skin crawl, realizing that Michael had just made a grave mistake. Roo was not a man to be underestimated by re threats.
His hand, which had been gently cleaning my face just monts before, now trembled with the force of his laughter, "Really?" Roo chuckled, dropping his hand to his side and stood back up to his full height.
Out of fear, Michael’s eyes went wide, and his phone slipped from his fingers, falling harshly to the floor.
Michael’s gaze stared up at Roo’s face, horror and incredulity printed on his facs, as he battle to believe or not believe what he was seeing.
Roo towered over Michael, his height and bulk intimidating him quickly. Michael was tall, but Roo was a giant, with at least four inches of height on him.
Roo’s broad shoulders and chiseled physique made him look even bigger, his presence radiating an aura of power and wealth.
And to add it up to his terrifying presence, Roo was still laughing hard.
"You really think I would be scared of the police?" Roo sneered. He forgot about his gun that he had dropped on the floor near .
"I fucking shot my gun without a silencer," he continued, like it was the most amusing thing to say. "Of course, I want the police to co. So go ahead and invite them quickly." Roo’s words bood sweetly, as he laughed again.
One of his n with an emotionless face, walked over to where Michael’s phone had fallen.
He picked it up and handed it over back to Michael.
Michael’s wide eyes looked down at the phone in the man’s hand, in total shock. He looked back up at Roo’s face, his eyes didn’t even blink as he struggled to comprehend the sheer audacity of Roo’s words.
I bet he’s thinking what kind of crazy person Roo was, and I knew for sure I was thinking the sa.
Roo’s behavior was unhinged, his actions unpredictable and terrifying. Michael’s eyes darted back to Roo’s face, again and I’m beginning to think Michael has lost his mind.
"I’m waiting," Roo’s voice dripped with impatience as he tapped his leg on the floor like a ticking ti bomb.
Michael’s body shook, but he composed himself, taking deep breaths before reaching out to take the phone from the man’s hand.
I watched as Michael quickly pressed the screen and brought the phone to his ear, his voice hushed and fast as he rapidly spoke to the police.
Assuming they were the ones he’s talking to and I began to hope against hope that they would arrive soon and put an end to this nightmare.
"Ouch", My voice was small as pain shot up my ankle. A leg has just hit , and I snatched my gaze to the side.
Aria’s red, tear-stained eyes looked back at , she had managed to crawl a little closer to , her gagged and bound body was so tensed.
Aria’s eyes locked onto mine, and then they darted down to the floor, lingering on sothing.
I followed her line of sight, to see Roo’s gun lying on the floor, just inches from my kneeling form. He wasn’t looking at us, his attention focused on lighting up a new cigarette.
Aria’s eyes flicked back up to mine, and she hinted at to pick up the gun. Her gaze was urgent, eyes pleading with to take action.
But I froze up. What would I do after I picked it up? Would I be able to use it against Roo? The thought only, sent wave of panic through , and I shook my head at her.
"I’m sorry." I mouthed, fresh tears gathering at the edges of my eyes, I’m so sorry, Aria.
Aria’s red, crying eyes hardened as she glared at . Gaze was like a slap in the face, a wake-up call to take action, to take revenge for Frank.
She hinted again, Pick the fucking gun up! her gaze seed to scream that to .
Should I do it?
should I not?
My mind was so unorganized and the fear gripping my heart didn’t let think much at all.
All I just wanted was this to be a fucking dream but I had pinched myself and it was a reality. A damaged and traumatizing reality that I didn’t want.
Why did he co find ? I had said I didn’t know who that Ivan person was and I’m just an abused kid. My father never acknowledged as he’s daughter, so why should I be paying for his sins he had made.
I’m innocent, I have scars, wounds, deep ntal condition. My life had never been safe and I still have to experience this? Why .
Can’t I just be normal. The one ti I finally thought I was free, thought I could finally see the world as it is. Finally had friends I could call mine.
He had to co snatch it.
Why...why..why.
Slowly, I looked back up at Roo, my heart pounding in my chest, was I really going to do it. He was still focused on his cigarette, finally lighting it up.
And my hands inched towards the gun, fingers trembling. It was now or never.
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Happy new month.
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