𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝟏𝟖+[ᴋᴛʜ ꜰꜰ]

𝐕𝐈𝐈|𝐘𝐍|

*This chapter contains mention of guns alcohol and blood so if you're underage or uncomfortable with these activities, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*

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❛If your behavior becomes like a ferocious wolf more than a woman, then learn apologizing for your wildness before it imprisons you in a cage❜

One month later.

I heaved in a deep breath, feeling the burn in my throat as my eyes shot open. I sat up in an instant, with the bedsheet curled tightly in my grasp. Sweat coated my temple, I find myself out of control again as I constantly looked around the room and tried to calm my uneven breaths as I felt a sob cracking through my gap, making me almost wheeze for air. Certain moments in my life had been so horrible that they chased me even in my sleep and now I added one more and this was one among them which always managed to leave me with cold sweat and fear. I felt my throat wrenching painfully threatening to make my eyes numb with tears but I forbid it because it's useless anyway.

That shadow was following me like disastrous doom.

Even after 1 month, that scoundrel is coming in my dreams and all things were repeating at every second night and I am so much fucked from all this bullshit. Sighing heavily after convincing myself that I am alone and safe my demons settle down, I brought my hands to my face to rub it back and forth and trail through my velvety hair back as some of them stuck to my forehead and some were very uncomfortably clung around my neck. But more than that I felt the burning grasp there which I felt in the nightmare. By the time I was able to calm down my breathing, sleep was long gone.

Which I was barely able to get last night.

Now what to do? Realisation had already knocked on my doors when I snapped out of my nightmare phase. That this wasn't the same blue walls where I live usually. I was in my mother's villa and then all the incidents came intervening in my mind. She was not feeling well for a few days so I came here to take care of her and honestly I needed a break from everything so I came here. Now the day had passed, it was afternoon and I slept long enough so I endeavour from my misery with inhaling a deep breath before letting my feet touch the floor as she was nowhere to be seen and I could already guess that she was probably making breakfast when I was sleeping without distrubing me. So I walked around the room and led my steps inside the washroom to freshen up.

Drying my hair with a white towel, I wrapped it around my hair before walking in the living room, I paused deliberately and found her setting the table and I took time to observe her as she was wearing a white frock which was down to her knees and a black apron on top with her bright red hair tied in a ponytail and some curls was curtaining on her forehead which coming down in front of her pale face, her blue eyes were shining brightly but still I can find emptiness in them.