Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

I knew I was screaming, knew incoherent words were pouring out of my mouth, but it didn't sound like me. Never had I produced that kind of inhumane, guttural sound. It was alien and foreign to me. The sorrow tore at my heart and left it in shreds, and I slid to the floor in despair, a boneless, bereft sliding.

I vaguely registered the doctor leaving his seat behind the desk and coming to console me. "No!" I screamed and fought against his grip, but he held me to his chest, murmuring words of comfort.

I couldn't accept that she was dead.

Not until I saw it with my own eyes. 

I pushed the doctor aside and dashed out of his office, staring around wildly. A nurse approached me with concern in her eyes. "Ma'am, what do you need?" She asked.

"Take me to her." I yelled, grabbing the nurse by the shoulders. "Fucking take me to my mother!"

The doctor had followed me outside, and he was gently prying my fingers from the nurse's shoulders. He gently steered me away from the nurse and towards my mother's ward, and I stumbled along like a sleepwalking child. I was dazed, my heart hurt beyond repair, but I wouldn't grieve until I saw her dead body myself.

We stopped at ward 21, my mother's, and I peered through the transparent door at the figure on the bed. My mother's body had been covered from head to toe in a white sheet, and my eyes moved to the monitor beside her, the one that measured her heartbeat.

It was flat.

Sorrow numbed me, took away my ability to speak or move or do anything, and all I could do was lean against the door and look at the only person that meant anything to me, now laying in the cold silence that was death.

I wanted to die too.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a group of four men in black mafia clothes pour into the the hospital. They sighted me and came towards where I stood with the doctor. I knew they were sent by the man I'd had sex with, but I couldn't bring myself to fight them off. 

What was the essence of fighting anyway? What was the point of the money I'd gotten? She was gone, never to come back again.

"We'll take her from here, doctor. Thanks." I heard one of the men say, and a pair of hands gently pulled me away from the door. I stumbled along with them, still dazed, outside the hospital and towards the black car they'd brought.

There was a golden circular crest with a lion in the middle, imprinted against the side of the car. That was all I could register as I was pushed into the back seat and two of the men sat on opposite sides of me. The other two men got into the front and started the engine, then pulled out of the hospital's parking lot.

Within minutes they took me back to that dreaded house, and we pulled up at the front of the mansion. The men led me out of the car and I followed mutely, then we walked into the house.

Seeing the grand interior of the house on a normal day woukd have shocked me into awe, but I was too numbed and silenced by the loss I'd just suffered. All I could do was follow the men up the staircase again. They stopped in front of the door of the man's room and knocked before entering.

The man I'd had sex with was standing by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of tequila in his hand. He turned as we walked in, and I watched as his lips lifted in an annoying smile when he saw me.

I would wipe that smile off his face with one punch, so help me God.

I lunged at him, trying to do do just that, but the man's goons held me back. "You inconsiderate bastard!" I screamed in his face as he walked closer to me. "You son of the devil! My mother is dead because of you!"

"Sorry for your loss." He said calmly, not fazed by my insults. "But I cannot have you wandering about with my heir growing inside you. Besides, I didn't kill your mother. We had sex and you stole money from me, and before you could reach your mother, she was already dead. I didn't cause that, did I? If anything, you wronged me by stealing from me."

"This is bullshit!" I yelled, feeling the rage burning like an ember through me. "This is stupid shit, and you know it! You could have let me go, and yet you sent your minions after me."

He sighed and took a sip of his drink, then dismissed his men. Then he turned back to me, his electric blue eyes piercing. Such beautiful eyes wasted on such a monster.

"I didn't wrong you." He murmured, gazing at me. "I performed my end of the bargain, didn't I? But you haven't done yours. You've stolen God knows how much from me already. The least you could do is get on the bed and let us finish what we started. I would like us to have sex again, thoroughly this time, to be sure that you'd really get pregnant from the whole thing."

"I would rather die!" I spat in his face, then turned towards the door. As I placed my hand on the doorknob, he spoke up.

"If you try to leave again, it will only be worse for you." He said. "My men would not hesitate to kill you this time. I've already given them orders to do so. I know everything about you, Emily Davies. Everything. From your friends to the high school you attended, to the name of your dead mother. You cannot run from me." He finished, his deadly eyes on me.

Like a robot, I turned back to him slowly, shaking all over with rage and despair. Then I began to take off my clothes again, feeling his eyes burning through my skin. I felt exposed and naked and alone, so utterly alone, and I couldn't control the tears that flowed from my face.

When I was naked, I moved to the bed and watched as he placed the glass of tequila on the table. He took off his shirt and trousers, then joined me on the bed and began his assault on my body again.

This time I was numb, unable to feel any pleasure from the sex. I stared at the ceiling as he thrust inside of me and subsequently released. All that was on my mind was my mother, and what I had to do to get the money. All I could think of was the pain in my heart and the hopelessness that followed it.

I just wanted to get this over with.