Her Secret

Chapter 16 - HS

"A RODENT IN WRONG TERRITORY."

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Her body limped to the side, her vision faded. She felt black spots dance in front of her. Warm hands encircled around her, gripping her shoulder and waist. She heard a faint voice calling her name. She felt exhausted. Too exhausted to even hold her body weight. Her legs felt like jelly. No energy was left in her.

She was suffering with blood loss. Her wounds were bleeding continuously, torturing her body while the mental visions of the accident were tormenting her mind from the inside. The heavy weight of letting the driver go sat on her shoulders. She wanted to sleep.

She felt disappointed with herself. She felt angry on herself. She wasn't able to catch that bastard. She wasn't even able to look at the number plate of the truck to memorize it. When did she become so weak? When did she fall back in her skills? She didn't do all that she did till now to look at herself act like a child.

She isn't so weak to be affected by a damn shoulder wound. She cannot be. There are many more wounds that are going to find place on her body in the future. She cannot let herself get lost like today again. She'll die. She would. The weak always ends up being the victim, and she isn't a victim. She is the oppressor, and the tormentors of her past are her victims.

She is becoming softer, weaker. Her hold on her emotions, on her reactions is turning lose ever since she has stepped foot in that house. She has seen her do things she wouldn't have done had she been the ruthless monster everyone called her to be. The unwanted memories of a time spent with Kartik loosened her hold on the door locking her feelings.

She cannot let it fall. She has to return back to her ice castle, a place where nothing is wrong nor right, where abstracts like guilt didn't exist, where she is the supreme ruler of herself, where no one and nothing can change her mind, where her control never slips, a place she has created within herself where all her other abilities die the instant, she steps foot in there.

She felt someone wrap something around her shoulder, her voice broke as she whimpered due to the pain. The blood might have stopped flowing like river now that her wound was covered, but it pained the same, the incessant throbbing in her shoulder a faint reminder of how the truck driver escaped her.

Failure pained more than the actual wounds on her skin.

She was cradled against something hard, a chest perhaps, and even though her mind was stating facts that killed her, she felt herself give in the warmth emanating from the body that held her. The minty aquas fragrance that greeted her senses gave her a sense of relief. She was in safe hands. She laid her head on his chest, as he carried her in his arms. His black shirt getting drenched in her blood that leaked out of her forehead time and again, and onto his shirt where her head lay.

His hands were red, marred by her blood, and he hadn't hated that colour as much as he did now.

She was still in her senses. Half-way, at least. She could sense the shift in her surroundings. Her back touched a hard muscular chest as her feet lay on leather. She blinked her eyes open. They were in his car. Good. Her seats were saved from being bloody.

"God Anni! Your car seats are clean. Nothing's happening to them." He hissed at her. She probably mumbled the words out loud. "Stop fucking speaking! You're bleeding." She gave him a weak nod. Anyway, she felt like shit. She let her eyes close as she rested her head on his chest. His breath fanned her cheeks. She could configure he had been in a state of shock.