Chapter 102 Just A Moment
Theron’s Point of View
My head went blank. Seeing Eden under the mercy of another man with that look in her face made the monster inside me break off its shackles, and I didn’t try to even stop it; instead, I embraced the madness.
I tackled the man to the ground, landing hard on him, but the gun went off anyway before slipping from his hands. I felt the wetness near my chest. I was bleeding, but I didn’t feel any pain… not in this moment.
I was filled with so much hate and malicious killing intent than to be bothered by a gunshot.
Even if I were going to die, I would make sure I take this motherfucker with me.
Anger bubbled inside my veins as my fist connected with his mouth. He tried to push me off with his body, but I pressed my knees against his abdomen. I was bigger and stronger; he didn’t stand a chance against me.
I punched him in the throat, connecting a heavy blow to his windpipe with the hope to realign his respiratory system.
He tried to cover up, but I punched him in the eyes this time. I targeted the small details of his face, holding one of his hands against his neck, as I pummeled his face.
I felt something wet pressed against my knuckles; it felt and smelled like blood. He was bleeding as well. I didn’t care if I was bleeding or not; I just wanted him dead.
He was a monster, and he needed to die.
I could hear my name, but it was in the distance.
“Theron…” Sounded like Eden, but there was an emotion in this said voice, one that Eden has never and will never speak to me in.
Worry was laced in the voice, and I knew that couldn’t be Eden.
Why would she be worried for me when she hates me so much?
“Theron, stop!” The voice begged again, but that didn’t stop me. I kept on punching that bastard in one place; his nose was smashed, and he was bleeding out from his gums, and slowly I could feel the pain in my chest, not the numb feeling I felt in my heart, but the pain from the gunshot.
My knuckles had torn, but I kept on smashing them in his face. How many teeth has he lost now?
I wasn’t so sure. He needed to lose more.
“Please stop, Theron.” The voice cut through again, but the fog in my head had taken over me. I didn’t care, common sense felt like a myth, the only thoughts in my head were to kill this little fucker, and I am not sure I’m stopping until I have done that.
My body responded and resonated with my mind because driving my fist into his face while I was losing this much blood was purely on instinct.
“You are going to kill him if you don’t stop now.” I heard the voice again; this time, they had begun to pull me, but I flexed the person away from me. “For God’s sake, you are shot, I need to look at your wound right now.”
I didn’t care….
What will hurt me the most is letting this man who touched my Eden go scot-free, and I won’t deny that it felt good as I was myself for a little bit, unrestrained and unbothered.
So, I will make it painful for him.
“Stop moving around so much!” She yelled, grabbing my arms, but then I flexed her away again. I stopped punching the man, as much as I wanted him to suffer before I killed him off, she won’t let me, so I grabbed his neck and squeezed it tightly.
He made some choking sounds, even though he wasn’t conscious. I could tell he was too weak to even try to fight me.
“No…”
I pressed even harder, using all the strength in my body; if I could even pop his head from his neck, I would do just that. Then suddenly her soft scent tickled my nose, it was mangled with blood, but I recognized the scent anywhere, in the blindness of my rage, I was able to make out the warmth of her body as they pressed against mine, my eyes finally opened to Eden hugging me tightly.
“Please, Theron.” She begged, her voice and her body shaking. “Please stop.”
In that moment, I was brought back to reality as I undid my fingers around the man’s neck. I moved back quickly as if I was burnt by fire, jerking away from her, my breath faltered as I finally paused to breathe.
What was happening? What did I do? My eyes darted to the body of the unconscious man on the floor, his features were broken and torn, he was a bleeding mess—He looked like he was dead.
My eyes flickered back to my hands that were covered with blood, as I contemplated hugging Eden back. Her small body trembled as she twined her arms around my neck, sobbing into my shoulders.
“Please, stop.” She begged.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest as my hands trailed up for it, the gunshot wound. It wasn’t anywhere near my vitals. I felt it the moment he shot me.
“The terrorist has been apprehended.” I heard some people’s voices from behind us, as they rushed towards us.
“I need a gurney!” Eden yelled, her eyes darted towards one of the men in security uniforms.
I was about to tell her that I could walk, that it wasn’t serious, and she shouldn’t worry so much about me, when she yelled again. “My husband has been shot, and he is losing a lot of blood.”
I felt my heart stop in my chest.
And I grew limp in her arms, closing my eyes—for a moment, just for a little moment, I wanted to be vulnerable with her, and in her arms.
I liked the feeling when she called me her husband.