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Chapter 20

Chapter 20-

It has been a while since I felt this way, a sense of panic and urgency to go out of control. The last time was when Trick killed my family and now, when he hovers over Zachary, my lover with his 9mm gun.

Why does this always happen to me? Why do the people I love always die on me? Why does Trick have to kill the people I love? Does he find some sick, sadistic pleasure in ruining my life? Ruining me? Slowly but surely, he is ripping away every part of me. Breaking me apart. Hurting me more than anyone has ever hurt me. I want to scream and plunge an arrow in his head. I hate him! Fuck. I hate him! I never knew I could hate someone this much. Someone I once loved more than life itself. Is someone I now despise? It's seems so surreal. It's something I can't begin begin to comprehend in anyway. Why is he so cruel? So heartless?!

I stand up and slowly follow in Laura's footsteps ready to take action anytime now.

"Wendy, you are as beautiful as ever." His smile widens and I flinch.

I see Zachary tense in the arms of the guards. He probably knows the history between Trick and I, thanks to Beckham. 

"I did not come here to talk, okay, Trick?" I snap.

"You haven't changed. I see."

"Laura, go." I face Laura for second and face Trick again.

Laura is quick and leaves. The two guards hold up Zachary but I'm careful not to pounce just yet, after all its three against one.

The guards tie Zachary to an unstable wooden chair with several ropes, tightly and securely. To ensure that he does not escape. They handcuff his hands behind his back and I swallow heavily as the memories come back to life.

I try to seem nonchalant but it is hard since the nightmarish memories are still fresh in my disposal. So I grimace in disgust as Trick pushed his brass knuckled rings to his fingers.

"You remember these, don't you?" a ghastly chuckle erupts from his throat.

Monster.

I shrug.

He pounds Zachary in the face and the crunching sound makes me wince and cringe and the same time. "Need I remind you, babe?"

"Fuck you, Nolan," I spat.

"Such profanity," he laughs.

Crunch. That must have been his ribs. I want to act now but I can't. Where are Laura and Beckham? Just as the question burns away in my head an arrow goes into a guards back. And he collapses and dies.

The other guard fumbles for his gun, but his hand is shot off before he can retrieve it.  He grunts in agony and then bites down on his lip, trying to focus on getting a hold on the gun with his left hand, which he struggles with.

Trick shouts in aggravation and then bursts into a sadistic, bubbling laughter. He stumbles toward Zachary and aims at his head but I trip him, and the gun goes off. Zachary's cry in pain is muffled by the duck tape on his mouth and I note the blood pooling where his kidney is situated.

Zachary was shot.