Chapter 45 Psychopath
VICTORIA
I screamed, and while trying to grip my splitting hair, the axe fell from my hand.
“Stop!" I screamed, but the grip around my hair tightened.
I swung my hand backwards and sank my nails into flesh. A groan escaped his lips, and the grip around my hair tightened as a warning to stop, but I didn't.
I sank my nails in again and tore through his skin.
A growl shot through the air, and he pulled me back, letting me drop to the ground.
I rubbed my scalp and slowly staggered to my feet, flipping my hair back.
My throat knotted as I stood eyeball to eyeball with the man I had been looking for for years. The man who haunted my mother and made her life difficult.
“You bastard!" I growled in anger.
He wiped away the blood that tickled out from a mild slash at the corner of his left eye.
I was sure that my nails were the reason for the slash.
"I told you not to come back looking for me, you really have a death wish!” He spat.
I scoffed loudly, my head tilting to the side.
"My mother warned you to stay away from her, but you refused, you kept attacking with your fuckass flower and threats."
He scrunched up his nose and huffed.
“How is it my fault that she died?" He snapped.
I took a step closer, my blood boiling in rage and hatred.
“You were there, weren't you?" I asked.
His eyes dimmed, and he shot his head back.
“You were there when she died, you were the last person to see her. You killed her!" I spat.
His lips parted and slammed shut, eyes narrowing.
“You're making up things in your head, young lady. I would love you to leave when you still have the chance," he threatened.
"Leave?” I scoffed and shook my head in disagreement.
"I won't leave until you're down!” I shouted out in anger and rushed closer towards him. I slammed my fist into his jaw before he could react and jabbed his chin with my knee. He staggered back, spitting out blood. His head shot up as he glared at me, anger and surprise darting across his eyes.
“I see, you want to join your mom, don't you?" He whispered.
Rage gushed through me, and my body burned at his words.
I growled loudly and swung my fist at him again, but he caught it, spun me around and wrapped his large hand around my neck.
“I told you to stop, didn't I?" He whispered as he tightened his grip around my neck. I choked and tore my nails through his hand, but it didn't help at all. His hand was still wrapped tightly around my little neck, applying pressure every time I tried to fight.
“Let go of me," I rasped out, but he didn't listen.
“No, I'll kill you and keep you out of my way!" He spat.
My eyes rolled up, and my breath began to cease as I struggled. My body was giving up, and so was my strength.
My hand, which gripped his wrist, slowly fell off as my body grew lighter and lighter.
“Mom, help me," I cried inside of me while staring at the garden of black roses before me.
A tear slipped out of my eyes as I neared death.
Suddenly, his hand jerked away from my neck before my eyes closed. My body slumped down to the ground and stiffened as my breath ceased.
My eyes slammed shut, and darkness covered me. When I finally got my breath back, I was standing in a dark place with no walls or light, just an endless stretch of darkness.
“Victoria!"
I was sure I heard my mom's voice call me as I roamed around the dark place I was in.
“Victoria! Get up!" The voice screamed, but it was different from the first voice. I tried to move away from the darkness, but there seemed to be no way out.
I was surrounded by a thick layer of darkness that engulfed me and stretched out farther no matter how much I walked.
“Mom?" I called in a trembling voice. My voice echoed in the darkness, but I saw no one and felt no presence.
There was a clench in my chest. It felt like something was being pressed down against it, making me unable to breathe.
“Mom?" I called again, but this time my voice was barely above a whisper.
I touched my throat and coughed out, unable to hold in the constant knotting of my throat.
“Mom?"
This time it was worse. My words stopped flowing out. It felt like I had suddenly gone dumb.
The tightening worsened, my breath started to slip away, and my throat knotted.
My lips parted and slammed shut, and no matter what I did, it still felt like I was dying. My eyes rolled up, and I began to fall, down down into a bottomless black pit that I doubted if I would ever get out of.
My lips trembled, and I raised my gaze, stretching out my hand with the hope that someone would grab it.
“Victoria! Open your eyes! Come back!" I heard someone call me from the pit.
I wanted to tell whatever it was that I didn't want to come, but I couldn't speak.
I stretched my hand out, still hoping someone somewhere would drag me out before I fall into a place I would never be able to escape from.
I was sure I saw light snap out of the pit as I fell deeper into it. Was this the way out?
I glanced up again, and I could swear I saw my mother's face smiling down at me from above before the light beneath the pit consumed me.
I let out a gasp and took in air when I felt my breath return to me. My eyes were shut now, but I could feel life and light around me.
“Hey, Vicky, are you okay?" I slowly opened my eyes but slammed them shut as the sun rays pierced them.
I sank my teeth into my dry lips and opened my eyes again after adjusting to the light.
I was alive. Back to the living all thanks to the woman and of course… my mother.
“Are you okay?" The woman gasped as she knelt beside me.
I groaned loudly and clenched my burning side while my head banged as if it would explode.
“Do you have any injuries somewhere?" She inquired
I slowly raised my head and stared at the woman's worried face, my hair covering my face.
“Is he dead?" I whispered in a shaking voice.
She looked over my shoulder towards where the man lay, anger flashing and replacing the worry in her eyes.
“I wish I had killed him instead," she spat with so much disdain dripping in her voice.
She must have hit him when he was strangling me.
“Thank you,” I whispered. She grunted and waved her hand in the air, shaking her head in nonchalance.
“You should have called instead of trying to handle that psychopath alone,” she said.
I nodded in agreement.
I slowly got up and crawled to where he lay, then took out my phone and took a picture of him in case he managed to escape. Knowing how cunning he was, he would definitely try to escape, and he would succeed if he did.
“What are you doing?" She asked, drawing closer.
"Taking a picture in case he runs away. I'll put him on the wanted list,” I said and stared at the picture, scrunching my face in disgust at how ugly he looked with that scar.
With a face like that, why would my mother choose him?
“I'll call the cops," the woman said and took out her phone.
With a trembling hand, I lifted the hem of his jacket to find any other evidence I could use against him.
The moment I slid my hand into his jacket, the man stirred, and my heart skipped a beat.