Chapter 72 Seventy Two
AMELIA XAVIER
It looked as though the door was three countries away because my legs started to ache. Nonetheless, I increased my strides while trying to catch my breath. My heart pounded sharply blocking my hearing as I finally reached the other side of the room. But before I could turn the knob, I felt a sharp pain behind my head making me fall to my knees.
I turned around just in time to see Ash Winters, he had a wicked grin across his face, and he looked more menacing due to his scar.
“You look pretty when you're scared,” he muttered, throwing his leg at me. Staggering and unable to hold myself, I plopped to the ground with a loud thud. My head pounded, sure enough I would have a mild concussion, but that wasn't going to make me give up.
“If you stress yourself too much you might end up giving birth a little too early, sweetheart,” Ash commented as I struggled to get up.
My knuckles cracked when I finally stood to my feet, and my knees ached like there was a sudden shift in my joint — that didn't matter, I needed to kill this man.
I let my fingers move slowly around my legs in search of any weapon and gladly I found something. The shape made my heart race in excitement — hard metal, curved grip, the sharp edge of a trigger guard gnawing at my skin. My pulse heightened as my fingers closed around it. It was still there, resting tightly against my lap like a sleeping child waiting to regain consciousness — my pistol.
I shoved it quickly pulling the trigger as I pointed it towards Ash. My mind had only one mission… to kill that bastard and finally go on a holiday to catch a break. But as soon as I left the trigger, I felt blood rushing to my head. My eyes blurred and all I could hear was the sound of my bullet shooting the wall. That moron had broken a part of the already dismantled chair on my head.
“Fuck!” I cursed trying to steady myself.
When did he move?
Suddenly, he took the gun from me, and shoved me to the floor. I reeled in pain, my head felt like it splitted into two fucking equal parts.
“You're still so naive, my love,” he said watching me grit my teeth holding in my cry — the tears rolled but I didn't scream.
“You goddamned coward!” I whimpered, clutching my stomach begging God to let me survive… for the baby.
Ash Winters’s eyes smiled so brightly that his eyes glowed. Maybe there was hope and the bastard only had a mental disorder, but when I noticed his eyes were resting on my stomach, the hairs on my neck stood as I felt goosebump spread through my skin.
This wasn't a disorder. He was a psycho through and through. There wasn't a sane thing about him — his bone, tissues, cells… his entirety was inhumane.
“Don't do it, Ash Winters…”
“Watch me!” He yelled, kicking his legs on my stomach. A piercing scream escaped my lips and the only thing I could do was to helplessly protect my stomach with my hands. He kept pounding, kicking and yelling until I played dead like a rat.
He stopped.
What an animal!
Ash Winters laughed menacingly, moving away from me. “We could've done this smoothly, sweetheart. You chose violence.”
I said nothing, not even a whimper left my lips.
“You're too beautiful to engage in things like this. If you had accepted my proposal. You would've been alive and you could even keep the baby.”
He rambled on about how irrational I was and why choosing Owen Winters was a terrible idea. While he spoke to himself, I crawled towards the door safely, but on turning the knob, his heels crashed into my lower back, and a shock spread through me — a sharp, electric wave fired down my spine. My breath slipped away and for a second, my body stoned.
“I didn't want to kill you, but you've angered me enough!” He growled shoving me across the room. I bit down at my lips, blood staining my tongue.
“Fight, you hopeless romantic!”
I gathered up the last ounce of strength, and stood to my feet, gritting my teeth in boiled rage. “Fuck off!” I screamed in between sealed teeth finally touching my shuriken; a star shaped steel dipped in poison to slow down the victim.
“Bastard!” I threw it at him and it pierced his arm and got stuck to his skin… close to his heart.
Ash screamed and fell to the floor. This was my only chance and I ran towards the door and slipped in.
The room wasn't dark due to the little opening on the wall close to the roof. I searched for anything useful and found a phone. Picking it up, I dialled father's number and thank goodness it picked at the first ring. My heart raced that it was difficult to find my voice, talk more of the right words.
Gulping down my spittle, I spoke,
“Father… cough… it's Amelia… come save… cough… He's going to kill me…”
Just then, Ash Winters banged open the door so hard it made a cracking sound, he came in, his expression deadly and filled with sheer disgust.
He lunged towards me, shoving me towards the wall. The phone fell to the floor, and the screen smashed into several pieces, with ink slowly dropping from it. I let out a piercing cry holding my stomach and trying so hard to control my breathing.
Fuck death.
“I gave you a choice and you chose this!” He cried in anger, his hand gripping tightly at my pistol. “You'll die for ever thinking you had a chance at killing me.”
Not sudden, but yet surprising, I laughed loudly. My lips ached from dryness, and my throat itched from lack of water, but I laughed anyway. “You disgust me, Ash Winters.” I spat on his face and loved the way his expression changed — from irritated to devilishly annoyed.
He pulled the trigger, digging the cold metal at my temple. I shut my eyes accepting the situation. Accepting death.
“I'm sorry dad… Owen. It's my fault, I should've listened,” I whispered, the peace from death consuming me.
I waited for a report or bang , but instead heard a loud thud. Opening my eyes I saw someone who would appear at the last minute just for show.
My dry lips cracked into a smile, and before my vision blurred I muttered, “Father. It's nice of you to come save your daughter.”