Chapter 39 Let break up
Elena's POV
She folded her arms with a frown as Ivan stared at me in the eyes. His eyes lowered and as he was about to say another statement. This time around, I think she wore, judging from that victory gaze at me. I hate her for taking my Ivan.
Swiftly, I took out the gun, cocked it and ran a bullet through her head. Her eyes popped out and her body froze at a position like it was still accepting the strange object in her head.
Her body thud to the ground and her pathetic son wails. He judders as he widened his eyes in disbelief and then travelled them to me. I dropped the gun and inhaled softly like it was nothing at all. Another one, eliminated and I still got who I wanted by my side.
"Bitch! You just killed my mother!" He cried and I pointed the gun to his head. He must have loved her but we're even. He mastermind the death of my father and I killed his mother all to preserve this romance of ours.
"Bastard, you killed my father too!" I yelled back as he fell on his knees to curb her body. I sat back on the chair, feeling hot having no regrets because it wasn't my first time murdering someone with a gun.
My eyes watched the melancholic acts, how he juggles her, feels her pulse, cried. Wow, he sure has a lot of tears and I never noticed this weak side of his.
"I'm so sorry, mom, please stay with me" he sobers kissing her forehead and i got irritated and nausea sighting the blood that pumps out from head. Rest in peace, Ivan's mother but this bitch has your son bound.
He was trying to revive her but she was dead. He shouldn't waste his time. All we've got to do is wish her well to the life beyond.
He rose from the ground, abandoning her there and glaring at me. He was breathing loudly which made me shiver and my brain coils wondering what was going on in his mind with that daring stare of his.
Ivan had no shirt and so his body was stained with his mother's blood. I could see the anger, pain, fury and emotions packed up in his eyes. His body quacks and yet again, I pondered on what his anger might result to.
He was mad and I thought he'd pick no offense in it but then I realized he loves his mom and wouldn't want to hurt her.
He moved closer to me and grappled my neck, I could barely breath as he was weeping, the gun slip from my hand as I struggled to tap his wrist, whined and breathless. I writhe my legs as he was emotionless and rough like a rogue.
My body wriggling as I stretched on the chair, almost meeting the same fate as his mother and those who died before her.
"You killed her! How dare you!" He screams. I rolled my eyes to the back, choked as I moan unintentionally. My hands still fights for him to release his grip on me. It was for us, why doesn't he want to choke me to death?
My heart beat was slow, my breath almost ceased and my stomach twitches. My head shooks as it was so painful.
"Please, stop! Don't kill me" I cried but his eyes had fury and pain that he desired to take out my soul.
His tears poured out of his eyes and mine were almost closing but he realized his grip from me.
I coughed and fell from the chair to the ground, his conscience must be back. I was exhausted, as my breath grasp in my throat. I just survived. I shook my head trying to inhale as much air as I could.
I rolled my eyes to where he was and found him pacing to and fro.
"How could you! She was only pointing out facts!" He scolds raking his hair and then glanced at his bloody hands.
"She's my mother and what gives you the right?"
"Don't you think he was my father before I poisoned him?" I struggled to speak, waving my head and panting hard. I was still recovering from his act and my voice was low too, almost like a whisper.
He was speechless and returned a glare back at me. He burst in laughter, a frantic one as I guessed he just realized that we were both wrong.
"You're heartless! She's nothing like your father!"
"Oh, you've forgotten the moments she denied you, who do you fucking run to? Me! I just saved our relationship!"
He was suddenly quiet as we stared furiously at each other before he rakes his hair again, kicked the table close by and roar. It was okay, he could mourn for her like I did for my father.
"You're a psychopath!" He said returning back to his mother. I'd take that as a compliment.
"For you!" I added managing to get on my feet. I wouldn't let him become violent on me because of his mother. He was left with no choice than to be on the same page with me.
"Now we're even, we lost our family for this love, let's think of a way to dispose her body, you'd get over it" I concluded as he widened his eyes at him like he didn't expect me to say those words but I meant it.
He wouldn't appear all innocent and paint me the devil in all of this. All our worries should be on where we should dispose her body. He squat low to the corpse, dragged her body on his as he cried again.
Oh gosh, can't he just be a tiger and shun being emotional because he looked like a cry baby. I hate him in this state and I thought of consoling him.
Once again, I picked the gun, drew closer to him, squat low to his position and then randomly asked;
"Why do you have a gun?"
"Back off witch and don't you ever come close to me!" He replied diverting from the question. Does he think it was that easy to get rid of me?
I burst into a sad laughter and then sat on the ground properly, facing his lifeless mother.
"What?" I scrambled with thoughts that the sadness of losing his mother was involved.
He lowered his eyes at his mother and said;
"Let's break up, Elena"