~Charles~
I could barely sleep throughout the night, I wanted to talk to Danny badly, to be with him throughout the night but I couldn’t. Not when my father locked me up in my room so I wouldn’t have any access to him.
I watched the sun rise and I was overwhelmed with both fear and anger. I kept telling myself that if he ended up killing Danny, I would become something I would hate for the rest of my life.
I would blame myself till I die.
As soon as I began to hear footsteps and voices in the hallway, I rushed to the door and began to bang on it.
“Let me out you motherf**kers!! Let me out!” I cried, hoping that one of them would listen to me and get me out. I could imagine how lonely and betrayed Danny felt.
I hated that he may think I just gave up on him, whereas my sick father was the one who locked me up.
I kept knocking and knocking on the door when eventually, I felt someone hold onto the door knob from outside.
“Hey! Help me out!” I cried even louder, and when the door opened, it happened to be one of the guards. Danny’s friend.
“Mr Charles. Alpha Darius is heading to the cell where Danny is locked as we speak. Please do something about it. You can’t let him kill him.” He cried fearfully.
“I won’t. He won’t die because of me!” I didn’t finish saying this before I started running down the hallway, heading to the cell house.
My heart thumped aggressively against my chest as I thought about Danny.
‘He better not lay a finger on him!’
Getting to the front of the cell house, I saw Danny being dragged out of the gate. My father stood in front, with a few others. Next to him stood my mother, and the expression on her face was pretty clear.
She wasn’t in support either.
“Father, he made one stupid mistake! Why does he have to die?!” I yelled from behind, rushing up to him.
He turned to look at me and let out a deep breath.
“Because they are not allowed to make stupid and unjustifiable mistakes. And hold on, why do you only care about Danny, hun? He isn’t the only one I’ll be punishing today. The guard he fought with will be punished too.” He answered.
“But you don’t have to punish them. You can let both of them go. I bet they fight like this from time to time.” Ashley, my mother added.
“I need someone to blame for Celine escaping! And they deem fit to take the fall for what happened. Except y’all want to be punished instead!” He roared, causing everyone except to stand right and compose themselves.
With tears in my eyes, I looked at Danny who now stood in front of Darius. His eyes were filled with tears, but he had a smile on as he stared at me.
I could read the emotions in his eyes and this broke me even more.
“It’s okay.” He mouthed to me, and I shook my head.
‘No, it’s not!’
Nothing was okay. He helped me and now he has to die? I rushed closer to Darius and fell at his feet, grabbing his legs and holding onto them steadfastly.
“Punish me instead, and let them go.” I cried, and when I raised my head to look at him, I could see the shocked look on his face.
“And why would I do that? You had nothing to do with it. You were with me…”
“I love him, father! In a way, I’ve never loved anyone. Please, don’t kill the love of my life. I beg you.” I mumbled in tears, hoping all these would stop him from being the heartless monster he was, but I was wrong…
“I’m sorry, son.” He uttered in a low tone and before I knew it, he kicked me off, moved closer to the two men in front of him, and dug his hand into their chests.
“Danny! Father, nooooooo!” I cried, raising my hand in the air. As I sprang to my feet and tried to stop him, it was too late. He pulled his heart out of his body, and blood began to spill.
My heart stopped beating and sank to my belly as I kept eye contact with Danny who was now lifeless. I could see the teardrops roll down his eyes.
The guards that held them let them go and they fell to the ground. Every organ in my body stopped working as I stared at his body on the floor.
I heard nothing even though there was noise from those who watched. I couldn’t move an inch at first, but then, all of a sudden, there was a surge of emotion inside of me.
“Danny!!!” I roared, crawling very fast and hard to where his blood-stained lifeless body lay.
I grabbed him and held him against my chest. “Arghh!!!!” I yelled, throwing my head backward as I began to bawl my eyes out.
After being in such a terrified and sad mood for a few minutes, I stopped. I opened my eyes and placed Danny’s body on the floor again.
Right from beneath my belly, I felt the void slowly overtake my body. Tears stopped flowing all of a sudden, and what was let in me was rage and the aggressive need to avenge Danny’s death.
Standing up, I grabbed a gun from one of the guards, and he hastily let go of it.
“Charles? Charles?” I heard my mother call from behind as I began to storm into the house, heading towards Darius’ office. Ignoring everyone who watched me, I got to his door and kicked it open.
Storming in, I hastily locked the door behind me. The last thing I wanted was interruptions from his guards.
I found him sitting in front of his desk. ‘He killed Danny and now he’s back to reviewing papers?’
“Char…” I didn’t let him finish before I pointed the gun at him. He stood up and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and the bullet hit him in the tummy, making him fall right back into the chair.
His eyes widened as he slowly touched his bleeding belly. “What the hell are you doing?” He groaned as I moved closer to the desk.
“I am doing exactly what you’ve taught me!” I roared, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him up from the chair with every fiber of strength in me.
“Now, this is for Danny.” I raised my right hand in the air and drove it right into his chest. I grabbed his hot, breathing heart as I stared into his eyes, deep down to his soul.
For the first time, I saw the ugly look of the fear of dying on his face.
“Go to hell, Father,” I muttered with gritted teeth as I held firmly onto his heart and pulled it out of his chest.
I let go of him and his body fell to the ground. I looked at his heart in my hand, tightening my grip on it. I staggered backward and fell to the ground.
Then I remembered how sweaty I was. My hair had glued to my head as a result of the excess sweat oozing out of my pores.
Breathing very hard, I reached for my phone in my pocket with my left hand. Even though they were shivering, I managed to get a grip on my phone.
I dialed Celine’s number, put it on speaker, and placed it on my thigh. I waited for her to pick up as I stared coldly at Darius’ dead body.
“Charles?” I heard Celine utter.
“You’re a free woman now. I killed him.”