Sophie’s pov
There’s more than enough reason to scream my lungs out right now, but I didn’t think it would do me any good.
Who would save me from Christopher’s hands?
Just thinking about someone saving me right now was a gullible thought.
There was no way someone would be here in time to stop
Christopher’s next advance.
He gripped around my throat and my eyes bulged. Instinct took over and I kicked him with everything I got.
He pressed down on me to stop my actions as I clutch his hand around my neck.
I gasped for some air into my lungs. They burned from the pressure of his hand and lack of air.
“Stop,” I croaked. There’s a certain pressure building in my temples. It oddly feels like my head was about to explode as I fought for air.
He was strangling me.
And by the murderous look in his gaze, he wanted my death.
He applied more pressure, causing my body to tremble as I fought to get air into my poor lungs.
My nails scratch the skin of his hands and when that didn’t seem to faze him, I reach for his face, specifically his eyes. He hisses, moving his head away from my nails just before they could meet the target. He was lucky, a second late and my nails would’ve blinded him.
I coughed, sucking in air quickly into my lungs while I back away from him. My back hit the concrete wall, pressing closer as if it would protect me.
I was a damn fool. Nothing can protect me now.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I glared furiously at Christopher. He has a bitter smirk on his lips. One that made my skin crawl.
“Out of breath? Or were you just lacking?” He taunted, the end of the gun knocking his thigh.
I glanced at it.
For a minute there, I almost forgot he had it in his grasp. If he really wanted to kill me, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat.
Or maybe Christopher was one of those psychopaths who liked to draw out someone’s death. He didn’t want to give the poor person a fast easy way out.
“You’re cruel. All of you.” I wheezed.
His smirk widened. “Glad you finally know so, Xavier. Oh wait, sorry, forgot you didn’t actually make it to the altar.” He laughed.
I hugged my stomach wishing I could do more to protect mine and Aiden’s unborn child from those monsters. Ash..
.. is he
safe? Is Aiden there with him?
God I hope he was.
There was so much I could do while being stuck here with this crazy bastard. I could only hope that Ashton was in Aiden’s hold safely.
Refusing to answer in order to not give him that satisfaction, I tore my eyes away from his and blankly stared at the wall.
He didn’t quite seem to like that.
“Look at me while I’m talking to you!” He sneered and I cried when the gun pops off.
The bullet grazes my ear and my heart thumps painfully loud in my ears.
I quickly scooted away. My lungs burning as I struggle to calm my breathing.
A thought struck me when I looked into the cruel eyes of Christopher’s. He didn’t care.
He didn’t care if I was dead or alive.
Nine months left to live? He knew he wouldn’t let me live that long. I could’ve heard it in the mockery in his tone.
Damn bastard was toying with me.
Eyeing my skittish form curled in the corner of the bed in satis-faction, Christopher suddenly uttered.
“You know Sophie. I’ll let you in on a little secret. But it will stay between us.” He taps the end of the gun again on his thigh.
It was like he was reminding me that he still had it, that he was still in charge, and I should fear him.
Fifteen minutes ago, maybe I wouldn’t care so much, and fight him tooth and nail. But now…
…. I had a precious life in me and I
was determined to not make Christopher harm this baby.
My Ash bug would meet his sibling. And Aiden, he’d finally be here with me through every stage.
So I listened to Christopher.
Knowing he garnered my full attention, he smirked and contin-ued. “We’re not planning to actually keep you here. You’re not going to stay in America for the ‘nine months’.”
I froze.
“Where are you taking me?” I whispered, my throat closing up.
When will they ‘move’ me here? It was obvious they would do it illegally.
Christopher’s smirk made my skin crawl and nausea to start building in my throat.
“In due time you will know. But, you’ll be here for Lillian and Aiden’s wedding, don’t worry.” He taunted, his eyes rolling over me.
His tongue flick over his lower lip like a snakes hiss. “In fact, seeing as Lillian and Aiden would be too busy with each other, I was thinking maybe you and I could have some fun of our own. We didn’t get to finish what we started the last time.”
I could literally feel the blood drain from my face, feel the raising of terrified goosebumps on my arms…
His words instilled fear into my heart and body.
And when he points the gun at me and flashed me that cruel smirk I have grown accustomed to, I cried.
“Let’s have some fun now shall we? Strip out of your clothes Sophie.” He demanded, pointing the gun at my stomach when I shook my head and whimpered.
“Strip or bang,” He whispered. “No more baby. Do you want 200
me to kill your baby Sophie?”
I bit into my bottom lip harshly until the copper taste flowed on my tongue.
He pulled the trigger.
But it hit the wall, just above my head.
I closed my eyes tightly, wrapping my arms around my stomach as it knot. I cried, praying in my head for someone, anyone
to save me.
“Strip you whore!” Christopher yelled. Another bullet hit beside my arm, grazing it.
I gasped, opening my eyes to see blood flow down the length of
my arm.
I looked at Christopher, he’s aiming the gun at my stomach again. If I were to move, there was no telling if he’d still hit my belly or somewhere else on my body. A dead body meant a dead baby too.
“Next one goes in your stomach I can promise you that.” He warned.
That promise…
He’d live up to it.
So with trembling fingers I reach up for the strap of my dress and slowly, push it down my arms.
His perverted stare made me nauseous and just as I was about to vomit a sound so sharp rings through the air.
It made me still, and also froze Christopher.
Until that sound registered in his eyes and those cruel eyes dimmed with fear.
Police.
Relief washes over me.
Were they really here?
“Impossible. We covered our tracks. How did they-
He rush to the unfinished window and peeked down. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
“Fuck!” He roared.
Seeing that he was distracted and knowing that the cops were here and I had a shot at this..
I did something I’d probably regret.
I throw myself at him and used him getting caught off guard to throw the gun out of the window.
My little victory was short lived.
He elbows me in the stomach harshly, making me gasp and cry out. I stumbled back as a swing of his hand slapped me across my face brutally.
“You fucking whore. Think you’re saved now!?”
His fingers gripped around my neck, but I wasn’t going to give up fighting. He didn’t have a gun anymore and at any second now, those cops would get here.
I don’t bother pushing his fingers away, no, I go straight for his eyes. This time my nails made contact with his eyes and he hisses out in pain.
I dragged it down until he had no choice but to push me away.
When he do, I turn around and ran quickly, opened the door and blindly looking for a way out.
That man with a mask, was not here anymore and I was certain that he had run away from the cops.
Or if he was dumb enough to fight the cops.
The second I thought that, I could hear the sounds of bullets battering through the air.
I looked up and down. Not sure which route to go but followed my insticts and went the route the mask man was standing guard at.
I run, praying that I was heading the right place when I heard the loud thumping of rushing footfalls heading my way.
I was not stupid to look back. My focus was entirely on getting away from him.
“You bitch! Get back here! I’m going to make you pay for that you dumb whore!” He roared behind me, every second his voice getting louder and clearer.
He was close. Too close.
When I got to the top stair, ready to rush down those stairs, I felt it.
His hands on my back pushing me.
I screamed.
It was quite louder than the sounds of bullets hitting the air downstairs.
I tried, failing to grip something to hold my fall.
I grasped at air.
I curled my body in a way to protect my belly as I tumble down the stairs. Pain sliced through every part of me.
When I finally stopped rolling, my head smacked against the concrete. My ears rang, and I gasped for air.
I tried to lift my head up, to see that cruel bastard, but my vision blurs. My heart sings in my chest and a tear rolled down my cheeks knowing I failed Ashton, Aiden and our unborn ba-by.
The last thing I heard before darkness gripped me was the sound of someone yelling freeze. After that, my mind had completely shut off.