A'roya

Chapter Fifteen

Hey, I fell asleep. This chapter would've came earlier and I would've had time do write a chapter for In Denial, if I hadn't messed up my timer.

Anyways, this is dedicated to three people who've been here from the beginning, two who only vote and one person who comments too. Thank you.

 Cinthana

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I tried to run out of the house, but he grabbed my waist, throwing me onto the floor. "Ah, fuck." I groaned when my head hit the floor, blurring my vision.

"Please, Derek, you have to understand!"

"You fucking cheated on me!" He roared.

I covered my head with my hand just in case he wanted to stomp on my head. "You cheated on me with the pastor's daughter! Grace!"

"Who do you think you are?!" He screamed at me, taking a chair from the dining table.

"Derek, no," I sobbed. "Please–ah!" I cried out in pain when he threw the wooden chair at me, and he didn't miss.

I tried to get up, but my vision blurred, and my legs gave up on me after being hit by a fifty-pound wooden chair, so I came crashing back down.

Derek picked up the chair again. "You can't escape me; you can't leave me, A'roya!" he yelled as he smashed the chair against my body.

"Please, please, I won't leave," I begged. "I'm sorry." I wept.

Derek shook his head, throwing the chair away. "Look at what you make me do to you, A'roya." I whimpered as he squeezed my bruised body tightly. "It's not enough." My breath hitched; what does he mean it's not enough?!

Derek walked away into the kitchen; when he returned, he was with a knife. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

Oh, hell no.

Vincent, please help me! Please, I'm fucking scared. I pleaded in my head, hoping he'd hear me.

"It will only hurt for a little bit A'roya; we're just going to make sure you can't do anything without me."

Derek bent down at my level as I cried, begged, and wept for him to calm down. "Please," I begged. "Where are you?"

He raised the knife and brought it down....but it didn't stab me.

The knife came down alright, but that's only because Derek dropped it.

Vincent came, and he was going to break Derek's neck.

"Vincent, no!" I begged.

But it was as if he couldn't hear me. His eyes were glaring red, veins popped out, and his fangs were ready to mar Derek.

Vincent was angry, furious even.

I tried to get up, but I fell back down again, crawling over to him now. "Vincent, please, put him down, don't kill him."

I hugged his leg, and he glared at me. "He's a fucking grown-ass man; he doesn't need your help," Vincent growled.

Derek flew back into a wall. "You wanna hit women; then you can hit me. Come on, Derek, don't be a pussy." Vincent smirked evilly.