ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 61: ★FRANK!★

Chapter 61: ★FRANK!★

~Chapter 61~

My eyes darted down to Aria, who was staring up at me with the only good one eye that was wide with total terror.

The other eye was swollen shut, a deep purple bruise decorated. Her fear was showing. I remembered the debt collectors who had come to the apartment, the way Aria had fought with courage.

But now she was scared as hell and this fear was far intense than when those debt collectors came.

And I’m scared too, terrified by this creature in human form in front of me, he was very unpredictable and I bet he still is.

Why the hell would he be calling me princess and that letter, that threatening letter he-no doubts about it anymore- sent with the words ’Kitten.’ gives me the creeps.

"Please.." A whisper left my lips as my heavy legs began carrying me back into the room, I couldn’t just bolt out the apartment leaving Aria and frank into their death.

"Please.." A whisper lefty quivering lips, my jelly legs now felt heavy, but I had to move.

I could run out the apartment and meet up with Michael....shit Michael. He’s still waiting for me down at the lobby and I’m damned sure he would soon march into this building to find me...no..no

But I couldn’t just bolt out of the apartment now. I couldn’t just run, leaving Aria and Frank to their fate.

So I took a deep inhale, taking a step forward, legs trembling beneath me as I moved closer.

Romeo cigarette dangled from his lips, he kept smoking. Romeo came for me and I won’t leave my friends to die. I chanted the words, giving me a little boost about my decision.

I should have shown them that letter.

"So... surprisingly, you escaped... si?" His deep accent grated against my ears, sending a shiver down my spine.

One of his men walked into the room, passing me at the entrance before he reached over to Romeo and dropped a chair behind his boss, who sat down, like a king.

Romeo sat and not before he pulled out his gun from the holster, resting the gun on his thigh, his finger caressing the trigger like it was a pet.

"Well, you wouldn’t have escaped if not for my dumb cousin," he said and his tone held so much distain to this so called cousin. "But don’t worry, princess. She has already learned her lesson."

His words repeated on my mind and I processed his words. Recalling when Adelasia took me to that club...Adelasia... she’s his cousin?

What did he mean by "lesson"? Oh God, did he kill her? A cold dread crept up my spine as I wondered if he had harmed his own family.

Only the thought sent nausea crashing over me. I tried to speak, but my voice cracked, unable to form the words that were screaming in my mind.

"I’m sorry," I managed to stammer out. I didn’t know what to say to get me out of this situation, to undo the damage that had been done.

My eyes going over to the twins, their bruised and battered bodies calling out to me, telling me I was the cause.

The problem. Aria’s face a mess of purple and blue bruises. Frank’s lip was split, his nose broken and bleeding. They were barely recognizable.

The room was in shambles. It was as if a war had indeed happened, the twins caught in the crossfire.

But amidst all this chaos, the door remained perfectly intact, confusing the hell out of me that why was the door still hanging on its hinges, perfectly intact.

"I know, I know you are sorry, but I’m not," Romeo’s voice cut through the silence as he spits the evil words out.

"So, princess, who should I kill?" He pointed his gun at Frank, who was staring up at me with red swollen eyes. "Biggie here?" Romeo taunted, his finger itching towards the trigger.

My heart plummeted when Romeo moved the gun and pointed it at Aria. "Or feisty over there?" he words were drawn out like honey.

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets as he pressed the gun nearer to the back of Aria’s head.

He meant business, and I knew that he was going to kill one of them - it was his nature. A sadistic monster.

But I couldn’t choose. I didn’t want to choose. This was a nightmare. My hands flew up to my face, slapping my cheeks hard, desperate to wake myself up from this disaster.

This wasn’t really happening, is it? The sting of my palms on my skin brought pain but it didn’t snap me out of the horror that was unfolding before my eyes.

I didn’t wake up...I...I’m still here? Forced to confront the harsh reality. My damaging reality, where the people I had grown to care for were being brutally beaten and subjected to a twisted game of survival.

A game where only one of them would be alive.

"Alright, time’s up, and you didn’t choose, so I’m going to." He sang, raising his voice like a lullaby. "Eni...mini...miani..." The rhyme was a countdown to doom, each word flowing like a melody.

"Mo!" The sound of a gun rang out. Blasting my eardrums and making me shut my eyes as fast as I could.

Tears streamed down my face as a muffled cry or scream filled the air. The sound was indistinct, but it was filled with pain and terror.

My heart was racing, palm was sweating, body trembling as my mind swim with the thought of what had just happened.

Who had Romeo shot? Aria or Frank? I couldn’t breath. I was going to collapse under the weight of my fear.

"Oopsie, biggie doesn’t have a good luck. Shame," Romeo’s voice dipped in sympathy but really it was a mocking one.

The sound of the gunshot still reverberate through every cell of my body.

Slowly, my teary eyes piled open and my gaze was met with a sight that made my heart shatter into a million pieces.

Aria was screaming, her voice hoarse and raw but muffled by her gag as she struggled against the restraints that bound her.

Her eyes were wild and unfocused but one thing stood out most; Grief.

My watering eyes moved downwards and that’s when I saw him. Frank. Lying motionless on the ground, a hole blasted through his head, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.

A cry of anguish tore through my throat as I gasped, my legs giving way beneath me. I fell to the ground, my body wracked with sobs, my eyes streaming with tears.

"No...no...Frank...Frank’s dead..ahhhhh," I wailed, succumbing to the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume me.

He... he’s not moving. A perfectly round gapping hole on his head. Blood seeping out from the bullet wound, spreading out across the floor.

It’s my fault... my fault... killer... The words.... They echoed through my mind, haunting me, my fault.

And just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I heard Michael’s voice ringing out. "Katya!"

No Michael, Please don’t come in here. Please don’t see this.

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