~CHAPER 77~
A strong, muscular body fell over , its weight crushing onto its abdon. Arms wrapped tightly around , holding in a protective grip.
I felt the warmth of the person’s breath on my hair and the beat of their heart as my ears pressed on their chest.
A loud gunshot rang out, making almost jump as a cry of pain escaped the person’s lips, their body tensing beneath .
They dragged down to the floor, their grip on tightening and I yelped as I fell, my hands grasping for sothing, anything to hold onto.
My fingers dug into the person’s arms, feeling the muscles beneath their skin flexing with pain.
Roo’s words echoed in my head, "If you move from that chair, it’s your death." But I wasn’t in the chair anymore.
This mysterious soone was dragging to the ground. The body falling on top of as I shut my blinded eyes tightly, my eyelids squeezing together in a futile attempt to block out the chaos.
Deep breaths escaped my lips, my chest heaving with fear as I braced for my death. My heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears like a drum.
My mind was a jumble of confusion and terror, unable to process what was happening as I hit the floor, trapped beneath this person’s body. And I had no idea what was happening.
The body on top of groaned, "Fucking hell," the voice exclaid, laced with pain and annoyance.
I instantly recognized the voice as Roo’s, the sound sending a jolt of surprise through . He’s the one holding , hugging like his life depended on it.
What the fuck is happening? Why is the devil holding ? Heavy footsteps pounded the floor near us and I felt two presences surrounding us.
The air that was already charged with tension, thickened more as the silence beca heavy. I strained my ears, trying to hear what was happening, but there was only the sound of heavy breathing from my assumption, Roo.
My inability to see was killing dearly, leaving feeling helpless and vulnerable. Hearing every sound was helpful, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed to see what was happening. "Jas, help him up," I heard a voice say, the voice sounded like Mr. Antonio’s, calm and authoritative.
Hands grasped Roo’s arms, pulling him out from on top of and a deep inhale of relief washed over as his weight lifted off , but it was short-lived.
Another gunshot rang out, the sound making stiffen, my blind eyes bleeding with tears of frustration.
Not seeing what was happening, ans I couldn’t protect myself. Roo’s voice cut through the chaos on my mind. "Go help her up, Jas."
But Jas hesitated voice cuts through, laced with concern. "But boss, your injury..." Roo’s response was imdiate, his voice brooking no argunt.
"Shut up, I can manage." He cut Jas off. I felt hands grasp my arms, pulling up from the floor and I stumbled, my legs shaking beneath .
Roo shouted sothing, but I couldn’t make out the words. I was too busy trying to get my bearings, to make sense of what was happening.
What had happened to Roo that Jas said he was injured?
Who was shooting at us? I had so many questions, but no answers.
"Boris! You sneaky bastard!" Roo’s voice resounded, dripping with venom. I felt a jolt of shock at the na. Boris?
That’s my dead abusive father’s na. Why the hell is Roo calling out to him? Didn’t he know that Boris was dead, killed in the fire that ravaged our ho that day he invaded it?
The mories ca flooding back, the sll of smoke and ash. But before I could process my thoughts, Antonio’s voice cut through the air.
"Roo, the sniper has been killed." The words were like a balm to my frazzled nerves, the person shooting has been killed. Jas, who was holding , moved forward, and I staggered, holding onto him for dear life.
I couldn’t see a thing, my blindness making move aimlessly. I clung to Jas as he dragged forward. My heart was thudding, with the, what was happening? Who was the Boris? Because definitely it can’t be the one I’m thinking about.
@$$
"And where’s Boris?" Roo paused as he waited for a response. Before anyone could answer, a phone ringing sound pierced the air, shrill and insistent.
"It’s him calling," Antonio’s neutral voice said. My head was spinning, trying to keep up with the movents and interactions around .
I was still trapped in jas’s arms, and what was still confusing for was the fact that my dead father’s na had been brought up twice.
The first ti, I had thought it might be a mistake, a miscommunication. But now, I wasn’t so sure.
A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about the possibility that my father might still be alive.
But that was impossible. I had seen when Roo n light up the mansion with the liquids and burn it down to the ground with him inside.
"Roo, Roo, Roo." The voice was like a slap to my face, a harsh reminder of the past. I imdiately recognized the voice as my demonic father’s, Boris.
My heart literally skipped a beat as I gasped in shock, my mind reeling with the impossible. How could this be? I had seen him die, but here he was, his voice dripping with malice and hatred.
"You fucking old man," A chill ran down my spine as Roo’s annoyed voice cut through as he spat.
But Boris just laughed, that sound that always made cower in fear and resentnt, sending dreads down my spine.
Roo’s voice was imdiate, his rage and anger boiling over. "Do you fucking know your sniper tried to kill your only child?" His words were like a punch to my gut, leaving breathless.
Sniper?
Only child?
Kill? The words swirled around my mind, making my blood run cold. All this was getting too overwhelming for , my brain overheating as it struggled to process and understand what was happening.
The room was spinning around even as I couldn’t see it, the sounds and voices blurring together into chaos.
I was drowning, unable to catch my breath as the truth slowly sank in.
"Oh yes, is she dead yet?" My father’s voice ca through in contempt.
A tear slipped out, rolling down my cheek as I realized that it was he was talking about, definitely .
The gunshots that had rang out earlier had been ant for , intended to kill .
But why wasn’t I dead already? I rembered a body blocking as the gunshots rang out, a body that had shielded from harm. And it was Roo.
Roo, the man who had been holding captive, who had been tornting with his presence.
Why had he saved ? What did he hope to gain from it? I was confused, my mind reeling with questions and doubts.
He had groaned in pain, his body tensing beneath mine as the gunshots rang out. Jas had wanted to help him, saying he was hurt, but Roo had denied it, his voice laced with a mix of pain and stubbornness.
Did he...did he really shield from the bullet? Oh no, that can’t be it, I thought, trying to push the idea away.
He would gladly let die, I told myself, convincing myself that Roo hated too much to save .
But the mory of his body covering mine, of his groan of pain, lingered in my mind, refusing to be ignored.
Snap out of it Katya, he killed frank, he doesn’t give two fucks if you died. Roo’s heated voice cut through the air.
"So you wanted her dead," he spat "You should have said it a long ti ago, no need to waste my ti." He said and there wasn’t any response coming from my father, just silence.
Then, Roo continued "Count your days, both you and the coward, Ivan." Roo was furious, his rage simring just below the surface, waiting to boil over.
"Let’s go," Roo growled as he turned to leave. It seed the phone call had ended, and Jas moved forward, guiding through the darkness.
I leaned on him heavily, relying on his direction as I stumbled through the unknown space. The walk out from wherever we were took an eternity, with stumbling and staggering like a blind person, which, ironically, I was.
We moved and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of uncertainty that gripped . Was this the end of being bait, or was it just another twist in the ga?
And if my father was truly still alive, and had tried to kill in front of Roo, would he finally understand that I was innocent? Would he finally see that I was a victim, not a pawn to be used and discarded?
The thought of my father’s betrayal cut deep, but it wasn’t that much surprising though.
Anger and resentnt wash over . This whole ti, I had been broken, shattered by the events of my past. Roo had killed the innocent people around , breaking more than what my dead/alive father had done.
But now, it seed that one of my abuser was alive, and that he had tried to kill . I staggered with the thought and Jas caught before I fell.
I had no idea what the future held, or what lay in store for .
Like always.
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I’m having a very strong writer block ATM that’s why update are slower than usual, I hope I get it through.
Thanks for reading:)
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