The Scarred Collide

Chapter 17 | Back From The Dead

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Chapter 17 | Back From The Dead

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| Seven Months Later |

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Betrayed.

That day, is all I ever felt. I woke up in a hospital, the nurses said a girl who was named Victoria, came and dropped me off before disappearing.

They told me if she didn't bring me to the hospital, I would've died at the scene. I was angry while I was at the hospital, I wanted revenge and I was going to get it.

But I was curious, what did he mean by "it was all apart of the plan."

Ever since I've recovered, I changed myself, physically and mentally. I've started working out more and can't feel anything any more.

I can't feel love.

Sadness.

Just filled with anger.

The whole six months, I've killed non stop and lost my anger on my Client's Victims. Instead of shooting, I beat them and stab them till their heart or breathing stops.

He made me like this.

I haven't seen him at the clubs, he hasn't went to any which was weird because he owns them. Until one day, I was outside the club and looking at which one I should go, I was wearing a black dress with matching black boot heels.

"Wicked"

Wicked was a name of a club that was right beside me, I walked in and heard the music beating like my heart. I could feel all the men's and women's eyes on me filled with lust in their eyes as I walked right by them.

"Four shots of vodka, porfa papi." I winked at the bartender and looked back at the crowded club who were having the time of their lives.

"Here you go." He placed down four shots of vodka in front of me.

"Keep the change." I gave him a hundred dollar bill before gulping down the four shots of vodka down my throat that could feel the burn of the alcohol.

I walked towards the crowd and began dancing, swearing my hips to the loud music. I could feel everyone's hands all around my curvy body, I didn't care, I let them touch me because it will be the first and last time they'll ever touch me again.

When I let them touch me, I felt someone yank my hand and drag me somewhere with them.

"Hey Prick! Let me go!" I tried my techniques of removing myself but I couldn't, he was way to strong.

We entered a hotel and dragged me upstairs, hitting my body with the stairs. Then I got throw into the floor of a room we were in and when I looked up, I was him once again.

He was wearing a grey suit and had wet hair, as he had just taken a shower not too long ago. He had gotten more muscular and eye bags under his dark eyes.

He wrapped his hands around my tiny body and wouldn't let me go even if I tried to push him away.

"Let me go! I didn't come here to get back together with you!" I said while kicking him and punching him to get him off me.