**** "Do you understand what I'm saying, Miss Rust?" Drew asked the little girl, who suddenly turned pale. "No, I don't," she snapped at him, "You're saying the blood that was supposed to save me destroyed my life?" she questioned him. Sighing, he replied, "Destroyed? Come on, Miss Rust, that's a little too harsh to say," he said, trying to calm the atmosphere. "Compared to other patients I have treated, you seem to be doing great and alive for that matter," he stated. "How is this great?" she asked him. "It's great because most of that patient died at the contact of the drugs, while others became murderers and are serving time in jail. Some were just killed on the spot," he explained with a smile. "When you started going in and out of consciousness, I knew something was wrong, but I didn't think of the drug then. I thought your body was finding it difficult to adjust to the new strong blood, not knowing that the drug finding its way into your nervous system was the issue," he sai
As Sophie slipped into unconsciousness, Alexander Kova crumpled to the ground, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Jesus," he breathed out, visibly shaken by the close call,Drew, wiping the blood from his nose, commented nonchalantly, "That was close."Infuriated, Alex shot back, "You think so?" He questioned Drew with a rage burning in his eyes as he rose to his feet. "What do you imagine would've happened if she had pulled the trigger?" he demanded, gently laying Sophie on the bed. "Did that thought even cross your mind?" he asked again, this time facing Drew directly."Relax, nothing happened, did it?" Drew asked casually, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "And besides, I didn't know you cared that much for me, Boss. I'm flattered," he added, his voice taking on a flirtatious note."Go fuck yourself, Drew. I don't give a damn about what happened to that lousy brain of yours, but rather what harm it would have done to her if she pulled the trigger," Alex snapped. He turned away from
*** Not sure if it was a dream or reality, but I jolted awake with a silent scream, drenched in sweat, and panting like a dog in heat. "Did I just kill someone?" I questioned, still unable to grasp the meaning of the dream. I scanned my surroundings; the room was empty, and there was no blood on the ground. "That must have been a dream," I muttered again, though a gruesome one. I sighed, collapsing back onto the bed, as my mind slowly replayed what had happened before I lost consciousness. In other words, I'm like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with any little provocation. "Ah... I really did make a mistake coming here, didn't I?" I questioned myself. "No, Sophie, there must be a way out of this mess," I thought, rising from the bed. Thankfully, the wounds on my stomach were healing, and I seemed to be experiencing less pain compared to when I first came about. "I'm thirsty," I whispered, scanning the room for a jug or bottle of water. "Anyone there?" I called out, but the
***As much as I loathed it, from that day on, Rick began paying close attention to me, and Alex was no exception.Later, Nat brought the shopping bags to my room. I stared at her for a whole two minutes. They left the door to the room open, and Rick stood guard, but I could sense that only half of his concentration was here, undoubtedly afraid I might go berserk and harm the annoying brat.Huh!""Annoying brat? 'Since when did Nat become annoying to me?' This is not good."What?" she questioned my stare."Seriously, you went shopping again?" I asked, trying to get the thought out of my head. "You still haven't learned your lesson." I added with a forced smile."Ha-ha-ha, that's funny," she spat out and threw the bags on the bed, joining me. "These are your shopping bags. I've been keeping them for you ever since the accident. Now that you are awake, you can have them back," she said."Oh, wait! I thought there were destroyed alongside the car?" I asked as I picked up the phone bag."
******"What do you mean, Megan Kova?" Drew asked with a tin laugh, "Don't tell me you were thinking about complicated things again?" he repeated."What do you mean, complicated?" I asked him, glancing at Alex. "I wasn't thinking anything like that. I just—'Oh, the black raven long hair is your mom...'" I halted. Wait, how did I know that? I questioned myself in my thoughts. I mean, I know she bears a resemblance to Nat, but I never actually thought she could be..."Who told you that?" Alex suddenly asked with a serious face; this was the first time I was seeing him this angry."No one, I just... saw her," I stammered."What! Where?" He stood up from the bed, turning from left to right."I don't know... In my dreams, maybe," I replied to him, but he gave me this unbelieving glance. I sighed, "I happened to see the framed picture one time, so... Before Natalie told me about it," I lied.Of course, it's obvious. Rather than believing in my words, he was going to be suspicious of me. How
*****As usual, I shook off that feeling and ignored Rick's glare. I followed Michael's directions until we got to the refrigerator. However, just as I reached for the large double door, Michael tugged at my pants."No, not there, there," he said, pointing at a rather high, thin door."Oh, the chocolates are in here." I asked, and he nodded in reply.Seeing that they were strategically placed at this height, undoubtedly to keep them hidden from him, I opened the little door, and, oh my world! It was filled with all sorts of sweets, chocolates, and ice creams from various expensive brands. Glancing at Michael, I noticed he was already salivating, and I knew if given the chance, he could devour them all. That's undoubtedly harmful to his health.I bent down to his level and whispered in his ears, "You're only allowed to pick one," I instructed."What? That's not fair," he cried out."Well, it is since I'm the only one willing to help you out. Besides, too much of all this will cause ser
**** "Did he just..." Rick attempted to speak, but the words struggled to escape his trembling lips due to the overwhelming anger. "I can't believe he just tried to kill me. How could he ---" Sighing, Avanska cautioned him, "I wouldn't say any more if I were you. This time, you went a little too far," he added. "How can you say that, Avanska? Do you even know what she did to me?" Rick asked, visibly upset. "Seriously, Rick, let me ask you," he said, moving closer to him. "Can you look me in the eyes and say she committed an outrageous offense that warrants such treatment?" The second in command questioned him. "Apart from her acting and speaking rudely, which is due to the drugs in her system, a situation you are well aware about, can you honestly tell me she did something bad?" he asked again. "WELL, SHE..." Rick paused as he realized no thoughts came to his head. "She was just..." He couldn't find the words to articulate any specific wrongdoing. He couldn’t say anything, not one
The shots continued relentlessly. I tried to cover Michael's mouth with my hands while simultaneously figuring out a way out of the pressing situation.It wasn't just this side of the mansion that was being shot at; I could very well hear the thuds and gunshots from all around. It's correct to say we were surrounded.Just how can a well-guarded mansion, such as this, be surrounded without Kova's knowledge? I questioned. Something is not right.I glanced behind me to witness the destruction left by the bullets. The sofa we sat on not too long ago was shredded, its once comfortable form was now a chaotic mess of torn fabric and exposed padding. The closet I once admired lay in ruins, its doors torn to pieces. The walls, adorned with frames, were now marked by bullet holes, and the bed, once a haven of rest, was now disheveled and marred by the onslaught of gunfire. Broken glass was scattered everywhere The room was a complete mess after the gunfire."We can't stay here, It’s too dangero