My Love / Oscar Isaac

PART8

I've looked everywhere
She's not here
Layla isn't here.
I'm sure she didn't runaway , She wouldn't do that . She's missing .
It has been a week since I last saw here , I was called to meet up with someone who might be a threat to me , he wasn't there.. It was a trap.
"We think we have something." One of my guards said
"If you're not sure get the fuck away from here" I yell at him, I have been given false hope to be able to find here , and I will find her no matter what costs me.
"Sir , we were able to define her location, Please come with us" I followed him
I hired the people that were the best with technology and finding people , It was a room that had most of them and they were wearing headphones and sitting in-front of computer screens , and I saw her there.. In one of the screens , I was given a headphone .. She was talking with someone
She was tied up , I couldn't really see her face but I was able to hear her very well.
Her voice was so weak that it made my heart weaker. "Even if I knew where he was, I would never tell you anything."she said and for that she got slapped , my blood was boiling and I felt anger rushing throw my veins
" Give me the address" I looked at the guy who gave me the news earlier
"Sir, we can't go in now"
"Listen to me, I do not fucking care .. give me the fucking address , Im going myself" I was already loading up my gun and putting it in my pocket , when he gave me the location.. I got my men and I was ready to blow their brains off.

I think my lips are bleeding , just like what they have been doing for days
I got kidnapped right after Marc left , I was half a sleep when he did , I couldn't really sleep afterwards, I was just laying down until i heard someone trying to break the door , I didn't really get the nerve to go down and take a look and they eventually found me , in his closet and by the way this house , doesn't have places to hide in , which is stupid
I was taken and drugged in the car and the next day i was woken up by a bucket of cold water spilled on me , which sucked but I eventually got used to it within this week
The man who has been investigating me since I got here , came back again to ask me where Marc is and for the hundredth time i answer the same answer?
"I don't wanna make it hard for you , doll .. just tell me where he is" He's talking in a disgusting voice and judging by his appearance he is in his early thirties and he also looks stupid
"Oh my God are we really going through this again?" that was my sarcastic tone
Well he slapped me in the face for also the hundredth time since i got here
I was sick of crying and whimpering
"You think I can't take a punch? C'mon I bet your grandmother could slap harder" And at this point I'm just laughing at nothing
I mean I'm wounded, everywhere.. my tears have dried out so that leaves me with laughing
"You're just one of his whores , he doesn't really care about you hun, you know.. He was married .." I don't think he told me about his marriage before
"And he killed her , she was my sister" he said
"Look , I don't really care so could you just shut up?" He waved to one of his men and he handed him a photo
He showed me the photo, and it was Marc and a woman and she was showing off her ring
Well..
That left me in shock ..
"So..Could you tell me where the he is?"He said for the 101 time
And I answered for the 101 time "even if i knew where he was , I would never tell you anything."
I think that was it for me
He pointed his gun at my head , I closed my eyes .. hoping to finally find peace , Even though I'm gonna miss him so much that it made my heart bleed.
I wanna leave this world but I don't wanna leave him .. I thought I could start up my life with him , but even him lied to me
I didn't get the chance to tell him how i feel towards him
If i had the chance I would tell him how much he changed my life in ways he could never imagine
How he made me feel alive again
How he embraced me and made me feel like a woman not just a sex toy
I would thank him and tell him that I was falling in love with him.

I heard a gun shot , but I wasn't dead
It wasn't me who died
It was the men around me
I was pinned to a chair with robes and I was surrounded by a bunch of dead guys
And there was he.
Looking angrier than ever , his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were locked , he was holding guns in both his hands and he was shooting people , I don't think my ears are gonna survive.
When he finished killing those around me , and when he saw me in the middle of the room , he ran to me and hug me
I don't think we have ever hugged , i mean besides the cuddling we did , there wasn't really a hug.. It made me feel warm.
A couple of minutes he broke the hug just for him to get on his knees and try to untie the rob on my legs after he untied my arms
"You didn't even get on your knees when you proposed to her, but here you are on your knees which you never done before for that fucking bitch"
It was the guy who has been investigating me , he was shot and one the ground , he had a gun in his hand, he was aiming for Marc
He fired his gun.
I think I hugged him in the right moment , because I was the one who got shot .
Everything was fading afterwards, My eyes were shutting down, I remember the look on Marc's face , his eyes were wide open and his mouth were open from shock , he carried me
I didn't have a voice to let out , but I got to mouth to him "I love you"
His tears were dropping on my neck
And that was last thing I felt, heard , or said.
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