I'm not a Monster
25Sophie's Point of View
Lucas clenched his hand into a fist, agitated. His gaze was sharp on me.
“Don't look at me like that, Sophie. Don't fucking look at me like that. I can't bear it!”
He spoke through gritted teeth, his words sharp and biting.
My nostrils flared. My breath was now coming in short gasps . “How do you want me to look at you? You are a monster, and for once in my life, I don't regret hating anyone.”
My voice shook with disdain and rage.
Lucas fumed with rage, his face flushing red with anger.
“I will show you the definition of a monster!”
He stalked towards me, his eyes blazing with fury.
A gasp escaped my lips as he grabbed my arm and began dragging me out of the room. A sharp pain rushed through my arm because of his tight grip.
“Lucas, you are hurting me!”
My voice was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I don't know what I did in my past life to get stuck with such a man! He has no emotions. He's a monster, and I hate him. I wish I had finished him off that day.
As we reached the car, the guard opened the door, and Lucas pushed me inside.
He got in the driver's seat and drove away.
My screams echoed in the car as he drove through the highway at high speed. For a second, I thought we would be in an accident, but luckily it was late at night, and there were no cars on the road.
By the time he stopped the car, my top was drenched with sweat and tears, but he didn't give me a chance to breathe. He swung the door of the car open, grabbed my arm, and began dragging me into the hospital.
“Lucas, you are hurting me! Let go of my arm.”
I winced in pain, trying to wiggle my arm out of his grip, but he was obviously stronger than me. I couldn't do it. I decided to let him do what he wants.
I might as well die and finally get him out of my life.
As we reached the rooms on the top floor, Lucas kicked one of the doors open and pushed me to the floor. A sharp pain cut through me at the impact.
I lifted my head to see a woman sleeping on the hospital bed. She was wearing a white hospital gown, her face pale, her blonde hair messy , and she was hugging a doll.
My breath caught in my throat as the realization struck me. This was a mental health hospital.
“What did you say, Sophie? I'm a monster, right?”
Lucas knelt in front of me, and a cry escaped my lips as he grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at the woman seated on the bed.
“This woman, you see, on this bed has lost her mind. She spent thirty-five years of her life with a man who beat her up every single day, a man who belittled her at every chance he got. She worked day and night so she could provide for her children and take care of a grown man.”
His voice cracked with emotion. His breath was now ragged. He released my hair and paced a few steps in front of me.
“He bet with her for money. I watched her get molested by his friends because he lost a bet. She watched her fifteen-year-old son get molested by his girlfriend, and she finally lost her mind. She went crazy. If I'm a monster, then what do you call a man like him?”
I froze, all my emotions went numb completely. My lungs told me that I was still breathing, but I didn't hear my heart beat anymore. I felt like I was dying and desperately wanted someone to wake me up.
I desperately tried to breathe, but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe.
I saw tears glittering on Lucas's face. The smirk was gone, the cold expression had disappeared.
At this point, I wished I could see it. Maybe I might start breathing again.
His words kept ringing in my ears like the music from a horror movie.
“I didn't want to play with your emotions. Trust me I didn't want to, but do you know why I agreed? Because Liam looks like that man. If he comes before her, she'd lose her mind completely, and she'd try to end her life. I'm too selfish for not letting her kill herself because she's my mother, and I'm not ready to let her go. That's the reason why I agreed with Liam’s offer.”
Lucas's voice was breaking with emotion, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. There was a sharp pain in my throat that I couldn't understand. I tried to open my mouth and utter a word, but they were trapped in my throat.
“I won't deny it, I am a monster, but what do you call a man who watches his wife get molested by more than one man because of a stupid gambling game?”
Lucas was breathing heavily. I felt warm fresh tears streaming down my cheeks, regret now washing over me. I wished I had stayed in the room. Then I wouldn't have reopened his wounds. I wished I hadn't opened that door.
“Who would watch his fifteen-year-old son being molested by an older woman because he wants money? Tell me, what do you call a man like that?”
With the little energy I had left, I forced myself to sprang to my feet.
I began walking out of the ward.
I couldn't stay here for another second. My mind was a big mess, and I needed time to process what I had just heard. It was too much for me to bear, and if I had stayed for another second...
The air was suddenly cold as it slapped against my skin. I knew I was walking, but I didn't even know where I was going. Lucas's questions were the only thing on my mind, and I didn't have the answer. I didn't know what to say. My words were trapped right in my throat.
“Sophie!”
I heard Lucas shouting my name. I turned, but he pushed me to the ground, and the sound of a gunshot echoed in my ears, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes widened to see Liam in the car as he drove away. I froze, turned to Lucas, and saw him on the ground in a pool of blood.