CHAPTER 75
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame.
The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones.
A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse.
It infuriated him when he saw Kaelith with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her.
"I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held Francis.
Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for you too.
And I won't hesitate, not even a bit." Francis let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his disheveled hair.
He looked at Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth.
He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Kaelith, but Kaelith De Luca would also crush them under his feet.
*****
Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The first thing she noticed was the unfamiliar cold surroundings and cold silk sheets. The fresh salty scent in the air and loud crashing of waves. Her drowsy eyes moved to the opened window where the sight of endless sea laid before her.
She swallowed hard. The events crashed through her head like a reel.
A shiver ran down her spine when she felt someone watching her.
Whipping her head around, a loud gasp left her mouth as her eyes widened and a breathless breath escaped her dry mouth.
Her hands fisted the sheets as she pulled them up to her chin, reveling in the false hope of safety.
Abigail chuckled, amused by her actions.
"Like this piece of fabric will stop me from touching you.
" He mused, slowly rising from the couch.
She trembled at the low octave of his voice.
This man looked crazier in the small space.
She wanted to run, to hide but her limbs were shackled by an invisible force.
She looked cautiously with anticipation as she took slow steps to the bed.
He always terrified her, from the first moment she saw him. And after what he did to her in the apartment and harassed her, she didn’t even want to be in his line of sight. Panic seized her like someone was choking her.
"W-where am I?" She stuttered, her eyes flickering as he tilted his head with a dark amusement in his dark eyes. He observed her. She looked as ethereal as he remembered. He licked his lips as his eyes moved down to her body under the sheets.
"You're in my house," he took a step closer.
"In my bed," another step till he was towering over her.
Her neck craned as she tried to crawl back.
"under my sheets," his hand moved swiftly as he grabbed her ankle and jerked her roughly as a cry left her mouth.
"Just like it always should be." He breathed out making her take shaky breaths.
The panic ran through her veins. She didn't know what scared her more—his words or his actions.
"I-I- let go of me, please!" Tears streaming down her face, she couldn't contain the overwhelming wave of emotions that consumed her.
It was as if the floodgates of her heart had burst open, allowing a torrent of sorrow to wash over her.
Trembling, she felt his arm encircle her waist, providing a facade of anxiousness amidst the chaos that enveloped her.
The touch, was unexpected, and brought about a mix of fear and panic, causing her to audibly gasp in terror.
Panic set in, coursing through her veins like a lightning bolt, as her senses became heightened, fueled by the rush of adrenaline.
She thrashed in his firm grip, her weakened limbs unable to free her from the clutches of the drug-induced haze that clouded her mind.
Dizziness overwhelmed her, disorienting her in this overwhelming turmoil.
Abigail shook his head mockingly, his gentle touch now extending to the back of her ear, where he planted a soft yet lingering kiss, eliciting louder sobs from her trembling form. The anguish she felt seemed boundless.
"I just got you, baby. I am not letting you go, not ever, no again.
We'll have a house here—you, me and our kids.
We'd live together, I'll be your everything–" She struggled with more strength.
Her limbs aching as Abigail roughly flipped her around till her back was pressed against his chest. His hands forcefully fisted the blouse as he tore it apart.
"NO! LET G-GO!" Her screams resonated in the room as she felt the cold breeze spreading all over her.
Rushed unfamiliar memories flooded her head, like a broken reel, voices—so many voices— some familiar yet some unfamiliar.
She felt her chest tightening as she felt a rough pair of hands running down her naked back.
Tears streamed down her face, and the vulnerability of her situation hit her like a cold bucket of water.
"PLEASE!" She cried louder thrashing, kicking her legs as his mouth planted on her neck harshly kissing her. Disgust and loathe. All emotions turned into rage and panic.
"YOU BASTARD—Ah!" Abigail fisted her hair and slammed her face deeper into the mattresses, silencing her cries as her words muffled. He seethed in her ear.
"I don't want to hurt you, baby. So, don't make me hurt you. I can be the nicest person you ever met or your worst fucking nightmare. You're not leaving this place, I'll fucking make you mine."
Amara felt her lungs burning as she desperately tried to claw at his hands.
Her face turned red as she struggled to breathe.
Abigail chuckled watching her struggle, it amused him, satisfied his sick-twisted mind knowing she was at his mercy.
He placed a kiss on her naked back. "You're so beautiful, Amara.
Almost too flawless that it makes me want to scar you. "
She found herself gasping desperately for the scarce breaths of air. Her vision became plagued by a swirling array of black dots, their dance before her eyes transforming an already terrifying scene into an even more disorienting and disconcerting experience.
The impatient hands roaming on her naked skin. Faint murmurs, barely audible to her failing senses, added an eerie backdrop to the overarching chaos, gradually fading into an abyss of silence as her consciousness slipped away.
Her mind stubbornly clung to her thoughts, desperately reaching for fragments of rationality amidst the encroaching darkness. Images flashed through her mind, faces — both familiar and unfamiliar ones. Her own screams echoed in her head, desperate cries, and a face she remembered all too easily.
****
“I was forced into this fucking marriage! I do not love you! Don ’ t fucking pretend we are lovers!"
A voice yelled emotionlessly. She blinked as the scene in front of her unfolded into a web of darkness.
She looked around helplessly and confused at the sudden change of scenery.
A dark cloudy sky took over the sky, sharp lights piercing her eyes as she let out a groan.
She wondered how she ended up here, in the middle of the unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar yet familiar voice resonating in the distance.
She suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Looking around, all she could see was just a woman standing there.
She frowned. What were they doing—she felt something tightening around her chest while she looked at the other side to see a version of herself standing in front of Rafael, a panicked expression on her face. She narrowed her eyes in confusion.
"Rafael, please, I need to talk to you-"
She yelped as he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her harshly.
“I’ll fucking divorce you, you understand. This marriage is over, I do not love you, I never did.”
Amara was about to open her mouth when she observed her mirror self-reaching out for Rafael. She swallowed hard.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion—Rafael pushed her back and she fell on her hands. Tears streamed down her face as Adrain grabbed his car keys. Amra shook her head. She felt her throat tightening, a strange tension in her chest, mouth parting open as she watched him walking away.
Was this a memory? A glimpse of her past? But before she could even process his words and do accordingly, she watched her mirror self running behind Rafael as he got into the car. Amra quickly followed watching as she watched her mirror self running behind his car.
“RAFAEL, PLEASE, WAIT!” She screamed but he did not hear. Amara’s breaths came out slow and fast watching her past version falling on the road. Tears streamed down her eyes and gut-wrenching sobs escaped her lips.
And then suddenly, she felt another presence.
Her heart stopped beating. The voices died in the distance, and she felt tears streaming down her face uncontrollably at the sight of him walking towards her kneeling form. Amara struggled to breathe as she stumbled back, hands trembling as she watched with wide eyes.
The situation unfolded in a painfully unexpected manner as Abigail stepped through the shadows. What-what was he doing here?
Abigail kneeled down in front of crying Amara; she flinched as he played with her hands. “I told you he’d never listen, baby girl,”
She watched pathetically her mirror self as she shut her eyes and cried. Abigail ran his hand down her body. Amara swallowed noticing this wasn’t the first time he touched her this way. Disgust and loathe, all at once.
She watched with wide eyes as Abigail slowly grabbed her neck and kissed her lips, and her mirror-self could just obey with tears. His hands tore open her clothes, and Amara yelled. “NO, STOP!”
But no one could hear her voice.
“You’re so beautiful, Amara. Just for me, I’ll never let you go, and before that, I’ll make sure I destroy everything you have.”
Amara thrashed but he just pinned her down and slapped her hard.
“You never learn, don’t you?” He seethed unzipping his pants and positioning himself at her entrance. “But I’ll ruin you good, on this road, so your husband finds you here and divorce you sooner.”
A sudden sharp pang vigorously resonated through her head, causing her to instinctively grasp her head tightly with her trembling palms, unable to contain the excruciating pain she felt.
A gut-wrenching scream escaped her lips, echoing through the air, desperately seeking solace or help from anyone within earshot.
But they seemed not to hear, she tried to pull Abigail away from her body lying on the ground, but her hands couldn’t grab, passing through his body.
Her plea reverberated through the atmosphere, it seemed as though her cries fell upon deaf ears.
No one rushed to her side, leaving her to grapple with the torment alone.
The deafening silence that ensued seemed to be in eerie harmony with the surrounding environment.
Above her, ominous dark clouds gathered, swollen with pent-up energy, ready to discharge their fury at any given moment.
In a powerful display of nature's force, thunder boomed and echoed through the sky, mirroring the impact and weight of the lifeless body that now lay motionless before her.
Abigail raped her in front of her. And when he was done, he pulled out his blade and placed it under her breasts as she lay there lifelessly.
“I’ll leave a souvenir for you, my sweet doll,” Craving her skin, he got up, admiring her naked frame, bloodied and lifeless as her blank eyes looked at the sky, tears running down her cheeks. Amara sniffled watching herself. Abigail zipped his pants and walked away.
Amara felt immense hatred for that man. She crouched beside her dismantled frame and cried. The synchronization between the trembling thunders and the impact of the limp figure intensified the pain she felt, adding another layer of despair and desolation to the already anguished heart.
It was as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss and sharing in her grief, their roars a symphony of sorrow and an unwelcome companion to her pain-stricken heart. She flinched when she watched her mirror self slowly standing up. Amra didn’t know what to do. Amara gasped.
"No, no, no..." her eyes moved fearfully to her mirror self as she saw her moving towards the middle of the road from where a car was coming.
She couldn't move, like the ground beneath had turned into mud and her feet were cemented there.
Her mouth parted as she said something. Amara couldn't hear anything, but she could see.
The car accelerated and Amara screamed as the car hit her mirror-self.