ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 64: ★Lord save me★

Chapter 64: ★Lord save me★

~Chapter 64~

"Please...please...don’t come close, don’t come here," My voice shook with fear as I begged. I was curled up on the floor, my body wracked with sobs.

Catching a glimpse of Michael as he ran over to me. "Katya," he whispered, dropping down to my cowering level.

His fingers grasped my shoulder gently, "What’s wrong? Are you hurt?" he asked, holding me like I was his lifeline.

I wailed louder, my body shaking uncontrollably. Michael’s eyes roamed all over my face with worry.

"I heard a gunshot...Katya, why are you on the floor crying?" his voice was raising up in alarm.

But I couldn’t answer. I was too caught up in my own terror and michael seemed too oblivious to the danger lurking in the room, his eyes were fixed solely on me.

He didn’t seem to notice the dead body of Frank, or Aria’s muffled screams, or Romeo’s sadistic smile as he blew out a stream of cigarette smoke.

Michael looked to have been teleported into a different realm, one where only me, a crying Katya existed.

Can’t he fucking see the horror surrounding us? My thoughts were all over the place, threatening me to run mad.

Michael shakes me gently, trying to snap me out of my self destructive energy, his voice soft and urgent. "Kat..." he started saying but his words trailed off, dieing off as a whisper.

And I knew at that moment he’d seen it. The bloodbath. The carnage. The sheer terror that grips my heart.

"What in hell happened here?" His words were barely audible. Frozen, he’s afraid to disturb this eerie silence that filled the room.

His grip on me loosens, and I had really thought he’s going to let me go and run for his life.

I would have appreciated it very much than what he did next. His arms that loosened, wrapped around me again, holding me tightly.

This isn’t what I wanted, I began struggling against him. "Katya," His hot breath warmed against my ear, as he tries to coax me back to my feet.

But I kept my resist, my jelly legs trembling beneath me, heart thudding in my ears.

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have come inside. Romeo will kill him...no...I won’t let that happen. Dreadful feelings clawing at the back of my frantic mind.

I dared dart a glance at Romeo, expecting to see his sadistic smirk, but instead, he’s frowning.

A deep frown of annoyance was present on his half face. Why isn’t he gloating? Why doesn’t he seem pleased with himself after killing my friend?

What’s going on?

"Who do we have here?" Romeo sang, as he dropped his face onto his palm, his elbow resting on the armrest of his chair.

He looked so tired of this, looking at us with a bored eyes and lazy face. His tone was mocking, as he gazed at Michael with so much disdain.

"The man of the hour. The prince charming finally coming to save the princess, si."

Romeo’s words were laced with venom, but his tone was casual, almost bored. He stood up from his chair, eyeing Michael with a cold, calculating gaze.

And what struck me so much as odd was that he wasn’t smirking, wasn’t smiling not even his trademark grin was present.

Instead, his face was a mask of indifference, his eyes glinting with a hardness that made my blood run cold.

This wasn’t good, Michael was in deep shit and it’s all because of me.

Michael, sensing the tension, quickly stood up, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side.

My struggle against him lessened as my legs were still wobbly from crying and he held me tight so no way out.

I glanced up at him to see as a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes, a fear that he was trying to hide behind a mask of bravado.

I tried to bury my face in Michael’s chest, seeking solace in his warmth as I sobbed uncontrollably.

But before I could even process my emotions or lean anywhere near him, a loud gunshot sounded, the noise ringing painfully near my ears.

Like it passed through them.

My wide eyes snapped towards Romeo, and a chill run down my spine as I saw him standing there, his gun still smoking from the shot he gave.

The bullet had passed mere inches from my head, it could have killed me?

Wave of dizziness wash over me as I realized how close I had come to death. But it was Michael who had been grazed, his left ear oozing a trickle of blood as he winced in pain.

My tender heart that’s on the verge of an heart attack skipped a beat as I looked up at him, horror etched on my face.

"I didn’t miss," Romeo sneered, dragging out his last beat of cigarette "And I would aim again, and that might be prince charming death." His voice was dead serious, devoid of any emotion, and I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine.

"Now get your filthy hands off her," Romeo suddenly roared. But Michael refused to back down, his blood covered hand left his wounded ears and wrapped his arm tighter around me as he pulled me closer to his chest.

What’s Michael thinking? Did he really believe he could protect me from Romeo’s wrath? Who do he take Romeo as?

Romeo would kill him without a second thought, and I could see the intent in his eyes, the way his finger tightened around the trigger. I knew for a fact that if I don’t act fast, I have to do something to save Michael from his own self.

Glancing back at the devil, my heart racing alongside my veins. He was taking aim again, his gun trained on Michael head.

I’m so sorry! I stabbed the heel of my foot hard onto Michael’s, shocking him into releasing his tight grip on me.

Michael flinched violently at my action, his eyes widening in surprise as he lost his balance.

I took advantage of the momentary distraction to wriggle free from his grasp and I ran out of his hold, just as another gunshot rang out.

And glory to the heavens, Michael had already bent down, clutching at his foot in pain. I had hit him harder than I intended, but it was the only way to save him.

Romeo’s bullet whizzed past, narrowly missing Michael’s head. Yes!

I ran over to Romeo, Pleading "Please!" The sound was so hoarse from crying. But I begged, I begged and begged, my words tumbling out in a jumbled mess even I didn’t understand as I grasped his legs, clinging to them like a koala.

I cried and screamed, pleading with him to spare Michael’s and Aria life, to show mercy. Frank was gone and Aria would never forgive me but I didn’t ask for this.

Different kinds of pleas burst out of my mouth, each one a desperate attempt to appeal to whatever humanity might be left in Romeo’s twisted mind.

I didn’t know what would work, what words or actions would stay his hand, but I was willing to try anything and everything. He’s a psychopath and a monster.

"Come on princess." Romeo whined, sighing as his eyes gazed down at me. He moved closer, and shocked the hell out of me when he dropped down to my level.

His hands reached out, and I flinched, expecting him to strike me, but instead, he gently cleaned my tears and knots with his expensive suit sleeve.

He looked so concerned, too concerned that I didn’t feel at ease. if It was from someone else I would have been at rest but getting this expression from Romeo.

The Romeo...its a lie, a big one. He continued to wipe the knots and tears from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle, and I let him, too exhausted and scared to resist.

"Hey, it’s alright," he whispered, soothing my nerves a little. He showed me his gun, holding it out for me to see, and then dropped it on the floor near me.

ME!

Eyes widened as I stared at the gun, this was what killed frank. Just by looking t this deadly weapon. Different scenes played in my head.

My quivering lips kept chanting the words, "please, I’m sorry," as I gazed up at Romeo with pleading eyes.

But what was I sorry for? Was I sorry that I had escaped? hell no I wasn’t sorry for trying to get a new life.

I couldn’t quite put my finger the thoughts that were swirling at this moment on my head but the words of plead kept tumbling out of my mouth.

Romeo’s expression transformed, and he gave me a charming smile. He tilted his head to the side, gazing at me like I was the most delicate vase. "But the fun is just starting," he purred and I almost banged my head to a wall.

"Why waste your tears now when there’s a much worse situation at home," he continued.

Saying the word "home" like it was a place of warmth and comfort. That place was a prison, a hellhole. The only thing that I missed there was Miss Stella.

Hope she’s okay and doing fantastic than the last time I saw her before my escape.

"A much worse situation" - the words echoed in my mind, filling me with dread and reminding me where I was.

Lord save me!