ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 77: ★LIKE ALWAYS★

Chapter 77: ★LIKE ALWAYS★

~CHAPER 77~

A strong, muscular body fell over me, its weight crushing me onto its abdomen. Arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me 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 me almost jump as a cry of pain escaped the person’s lips, their body tensing beneath me.

They dragged me down to the floor, their grip on me tightening and I yelped as I fell, my hands grasping for something, anything to hold onto.

My fingers dug into the person’s arms, feeling the muscles beneath their skin flexing with pain.

Romeo’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 someone was dragging me to the ground. The body falling on top of me 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 me groaned, "Fucking hell," the voice exclaimed, laced with pain and annoyance.

I instantly recognized the voice as Romeo’s, the sound sending a jolt of surprise through me. He’s the one holding me, hugging me like his life depended on it.

What the fuck is happening? Why is the devil holding me? 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 became heavy. I strained my ears, trying to hear what was happening, but there was only the sound of heavy breathing from my assumption, Romeo.

My inability to see was killing me dearly, leaving me feeling helpless and vulnerable. Hearing every sound was helpful, but it wasn’t enough.

I needed to see what was happening. "James, help him up," I heard a voice say, the voice sounded like Mr. Antonio’s, calm and authoritative.

Hands grasped Romeo’s arms, pulling him out from on top of me and a deep inhale of relief washed over me as his weight lifted off me, but it was short-lived.

Another gunshot rang out, the sound making me stiffen, my blind eyes bleeding with tears of frustration.

Not seeing what was happening, means I couldn’t protect myself. Romeo’s voice cut through the chaos on my mind. "Go help her up, James."

But James hesitated voice cuts through, laced with concern. "But boss, your injury..." Romeo’s response was immediate, his voice brooking no argument.

"Shut up, I can manage." He cut James off. I felt hands grasp my arms, pulling me up from the floor and I stumbled, my legs shaking beneath me.

Romeo shouted something, 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 Romeo that James said he was injured?

Who was shooting at us? I had so many questions, but no answers.

"Boris! You sneaky bastard!" Romeo’s voice resounded, dripping with venom. I felt a jolt of shock at the name. Boris?

That’s my dead abusive father’s name. Why the hell is Romeo calling out to him? Didn’t he know that Boris was dead, killed in the fire that ravaged our home that day he invaded it?

The memories came flooding back, the smell of smoke and ash. But before I could process my thoughts, Antonio’s voice cut through the air.

"Romeo, the sniper has been killed." The words were like a balm to my frazzled nerves, the person shooting has been killed. James, who was holding me, moved forward, and I staggered, holding onto him for dear life.

I couldn’t see a thing, my blindness making me move aimlessly. I clung to James as he dragged me 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?" Romeo 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 movements and interactions around me.

I was still trapped in james’s arms, and what was still confusing for me was the fact that my dead father’s name had been brought up twice.

The first time, 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 Romeo men light up the mansion with the liquids and burn it down to the ground with him inside.

"Romeo, Romeo, Romeo." The voice was like a slap to my face, a harsh reminder of the past. I immediately 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 Romeo’s annoyed voice cut through as he spat.

But Boris just laughed, that sound that always made me cower in fear and resentment, sending dreads down my spine.

Romeo’s voice was immediate, 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 me breathless.

Sniper?

Only child?

Kill? The words swirled around my mind, making my blood run cold. All this was getting too overwhelming for me, my brain overheating as it struggled to process and understand what was happening.

The room was spinning around me 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 came through in contempt.

A tear slipped out, rolling down my cheek as I realized that it was me he was talking about, definitely me.

The gunshots that had rang out earlier had been meant for me, intended to kill me.

But why wasn’t I dead already? I remembered a body blocking me as the gunshots rang out, a body that had shielded me from harm. And it was Romeo.

Romeo, the man who had been holding me captive, who had been tormenting me with his presence.

Why had he saved me? 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. James had wanted to help him, saying he was hurt, but Romeo had denied it, his voice laced with a mix of pain and stubbornness.

Did he...did he really shield me from the bullet? Oh no, that can’t be it, I thought, trying to push the idea away.

He would gladly let me die, I told myself, convincing myself that Romeo hated me too much to save me.

But the memory 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. Romeo’s heated voice cut through the air.

"So you wanted her dead," he spat "You should have said it a long time ago, no need to waste my time." He said and there wasn’t any response coming from my father, just silence.

Then, Romeo continued "Count your days, both you and the coward, Ivan." Romeo was furious, his rage simmering just below the surface, waiting to boil over.

"Let’s go," Romeo growled as he turned to leave. It seemed the phone call had ended, and James moved forward, guiding me 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 me 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 me. Was this the end of me being bait, or was it just another twist in the game?

And if my father was truly still alive, and had tried to kill me in front of Romeo, 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 resentment wash over me. This whole time, I had been broken, shattered by the events of my past. Romeo had killed the innocent people around me, breaking me more than what my dead/alive father had done.

But now, it seemed that one of my abuser was alive, and that he had tried to kill me. I staggered with the thought and James caught me before I fell.

I had no idea what the future held, or what lay in store for me.

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.

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