Chapter 59 Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Chapter 59
"Funny you should say no Mira. Do you think I will let you leave. The first instruction was to kill you. Scar might escape but he will not be leaving here with you. I would have you dead or alive. In this world or the next. All I do know is that I would have you because you belong to me. Only Me. Make your choice now."

I wonder how others do theirs. I mean get temporal oblivion, a point when you want to feel absent from a particular situation even though present. For me I bite my lips to the near point of injury. The temporal feeling of pain causes the aching feeling either of confusion, anger or fear to die down a little affording me a little relief of some sort.

I bit my lips as I heard my name, he would never let me go. What the hell! Why hold on to something that isn't yours that wasn't yours to begin with.

"You are as crazy as a man can get Ken! Do you know that? as crazy as a man can get!  A psychopath that's what you are! Do you think I'll ever so much as love you I would rather die and that includes dying a thousand times over again. I would chose that over being with you. A cultist, a rapist, an adulterer, a kidnapper. Forget the outer exterior the only monster I see here is you!" I yelled.

I didn't know where the words or the strength came from but I knew that I had to let it all out one way or another. I was tensed, but happy that I got that off my chest. I needed him to know what I felt for him since It might be the only opportunity I got to tell him the truth.

He was taken aback, shocked and hurt by my sudden outburst. But I didn't care a bit, not even the slightest.

"Too bad Mira. Too bad you choose death over me just the way you chose a monster over me." He spat angrily

"I'm not one to make good decisions. But believe me this has been the best decision I've made so far and it will remain so no matter the outcome." I scoffed, meeting his rage filled eyes with my equally furious one.

"It was either death or me. You have chosen death, death it is then."

"If anyone will die today, it will be you Ken not Mira." Scar interjected. "Move now!" He ordered, and Ken did so smile all the way.

I reluctantly dropped the vase since I didn't think it could be of any use to me now. I walked behind them, death on my mind.

I decided that if I got shot then at the point of death, I was going to tell Scar that I had fallen for him. You know, so we have our romantic end. Because without me being at the point of death I didn't think I would be telling him that I loved him. Why should I tell him? why should I get what I don't deserve? What I can't cherish. Why should I get anything at all.

We moved slowly to the door. "Open it!" Scar ordered, poking Ken at the back with the gun.

Ken opened the door gently as if he was trying to give his men a warning signal. Just as I feared, immediately we got outside we were met with seven men pointing a gun at us specifically at me.

I came in front of Scar so that they could get a clearer view of me. Hopefully Scar would be able to escape.

"Mira get behind me!" Scar shouted. He was nervous.

The fact that he always thought about me before himself was becoming increasingly sexy. There is nothing as sexy as a man who knew how to treat his woman.

"I won't do that. I want to stay by your side." I protested, even though my heart almost sunk in fear.

I can't say that I would have killed for him but I do know that I would die for him a thousand times over.

I knew that I was distracting him, but in the same vain I was protecting him and that's all that mattered to me. I wanted to guide him too, even it be for once.

The truth was I would choose him over me.

"Mira do not do anything stupid do you want to die? Please this is not the time to be stubborn" I was inches away from him I knew he could hold me if he stretched his hands but that would also mean he had to drop the gun or leave ken. None of the above was an option.

I looked away from him, then back to the more than a half dozen of men that stood before us. I rose my hand up in surrender.

"Let scar go and you have me!" I shouted so both Ken and his puppies could hear me.

I was shaking from head to toe and my throat felt like it was the desert.

I wanted to cry but what kind of girl would that make me. I swallowed, "Let him go and have." I repeated.