met-a-noia

Chapter 24

Imelda's POV:

The sound of my phone ringing incessantly woke me up from my delightful slumber. I groaned, as I leaned over towards my nightstand and picked up the buzzing phone. The contact name read: Big Dick Tarian. I swear to god if this is her calling me to hook up, at this time... im going to kill her. I answered the phone with a huff, rubbing my eyes. "What?", I asked, my mouth dry and my voice laced with exhaustion. There was a moment of silence, making me roll my eyes. Really? Did she butt dial me or something? I was about to end the call until I heard her moaning in pain, a soft "H-Help" could be heard. I gasped and said, "Im on my way, stay there" before I jumped out of bed and ran to my kitchen, grabbing my car keys from the hook they rested on and bolted outside, closing and locking the door behind me.

I unlocked my car and jumped in, slamming the door behind me and put the key in the ignition and let the engine roar.  I switched the gear from park to drive and pulled out of my drive and headed off towards Buckingham Palace.

Once I made it around the corner of Buckingham Palace I parked it on the street. I hopped out and ran up the stairs, nodding to the guards that stood outside the palace as I entered the palace. I ran down the halls and dashed up the stairs to the third floor.

Where is she? Where is she? I looked through each room, before running to her room and knocking at her door, "Tarian! Tarian open the door!". I waited for a response and knocked again and again, but each time I was met with silence. I slammed my fist against the door and yelled out in desperation, "FUCK!". Where the fuck could she be?! Shes not in her room, because if she was she wouldve bloody come out by now.

I grit my teeth, clenching my fists as I turned the corner towards her uncle's room. I pray to God that shes not there, that this was some type of prank. But then again... I know its not. I approach the man's room, noticing that the door was open. I look around, making sure he wasnt around before entering the room, I could physically feel the color draining from my face as my stomach dropped to my arse and my eyes watered as a gasp left my lips like a ghast. There she was, Tarian, passed out on the floor.. her face was bruised and dried blood was scene from her busted lip and her nose.

I shakily walked over to her, dropping to my knees as I placed my index and middle finger on the side of her windpipe, sighing in relief when I felt a pulse, even though it was weaker than her regular pulse. I snarled to myself, feeling rage burn in my veins knowing that Aldrich did this to her. I grabbed her right arm and wrapped it around my neck, gently wrapping my arm around her waist as I hoisted her up with a grunt. Mother fucker, this bitch is heavy as bloody hell.

I gripped her waist to keep her from sliding down, seeing that shes 9 inches taller than me. As I carried/dragged her to her room, I could only think about what could've possibly lead Aldrich to beat her so badly... he usually never goes this hard other than that time when he first started hitting her when we were in first grade. Damn that bastard, hes lucky that he's got such a high role in the government and has everyone wrapped around his grubby finger or else he wouldve been locked away for life.

I stopped in front of her room, groaning as I gently laid her down by the door to go through her pocket feeling her keys against my palm. I fished them out and found the key to her room and stuck it in the door, twisting it. With one 'click', I knew the door was unlocked. I placed the keys in my pocket before kicking open the door and grabbed her arm, wrapping it around my neck once more as I hoisted her up against my body and dragged her inside. I closed the door behind me, locking it. I walked over to her bed, my legs burning from the extra weight before I tried my best to gently lay her down.

I sighed, feeling a sense of relief as I sat down by her looking down at her unconscious face. Its odd, she looks so at peace but in pain as well. I caressed her bruised cheek and whispered, " What has he done to you?". I stood up, and walked to her bathroom, crouching down in front of the cabinet under the sink as I grabbed first aid kit and walked back to her. "Time to patch your ass up", I hummed as I sat next to her.