Differences

Chapter 50 - Ash

New Chapter!!! 📣📣📣

Warning: Inappropriate language is used in this chapter. Please read what is most comfortable for you

Info: Once again, this chapter will be in a different character's POV for reasons you will find out (or maybe its already obvious), so please read the chapter title. In this chapter, it will explore the viewpoint of Ash. (yes, we all disklike him. Yes, I agree but bare with me and him)

Will he finally realise the mess he has caused? Will he feel any sense of wrongfulness? Guilt?

Let's read to find out, enjoy!
⏳⏳⏳
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I did not like what I was doing right now. But it was a request made by the Queen of this empire, and my mother figure in so many ways, and to her, I couldn't say no. Not really. Not after what she has done for me all these years. Cared for me in ways no one ever has.

So here I was driving to their residence, the place in which I grew up in, to check up on some girl who could have betrayed the whole fucking family, who was still very concerned for her.

For all I could see, she might as well be just ignoring on purpose. It was something people like her would have excelled at very well. It just makes a lot of sense if she had. It was the most logical reason.

I arrived at the residence in less than half an hour, determined to just check in and get the fuck out. I punch in the code of the door to the main entrance and let myself in, calling out her name in the process.

"Alaina De Luca. If you're alive, say that you're here.", I yell into the open house.

Silence followed. An eerie, uncomfortable one at that too. Something wasn't right. Maybe she wasn't here. Maybe she had left. It was possible, given the situation.

But, despite my assumptions, I take the stairs two at time and stand outside her door. I knock.

"Alaina, are you there or not?"

Silence. No answer.

I let myself in, the room dark, with the exception from a bed light which I do remember Luke mentioning that it was always turned on during the night, illuminating a creepy glow. The curtains were drawn closed, bed clean, room heavy with humidity. It was suffocating.

And I didn't feel her presence.

I walk in further, she wasn't in bed obviously, so where could she be? I turn left to check what I assumed was the ensuite, which I found was empty. I turn on my heels concluding that she wasn't here, and I'll just go back. But as I turned around, from the corner of my eye, I saw something brown on the other side of the bed.

I walk towards it, finding the brown something being her hair. She was right there on the floor, sleeping.

"Goddamn it. If you're here fucking reply will you", I say crouching down and taping her head, but I instantly pull away from the sudden electric like heat my finger registers.

It was only then I realised her breaths were quiet but laboured, fast and shallow. Her complexion deathly pale, almost a purply blue. I check her forehead again; it was burning hotter than I've ever touched anyone with a running fever in my whole life. I instinctively check her pulse too, which was beating erratically too fast, out of sync, weak and thready.

I shake her, "Alaina, can you hear me?"

I wait.

No response.

I shake her again hoping she just has a fever and was sleeping, but again no response. Her breathing still fast, but it was a lot quiet from before and alarm bells were blaring inside my head. I roll her over in an attempt to hold her and get to the goddamn hospital when I see a blood seeping out from the bandage of her back.

She was shot.

Shit.

And then it'd hit me. If none of the vehicles were missing or used, it meant she came back here with no mode of transport. That meant she walked from the hospital all the way back. How the fuck did she manage to walk all the way here? No sane person would be capable of that. Let alone someone who was injured. And looking at it, very badly.

But she hauled Luke out. Like it was nothing.

I do a quick mental calculation from when I assumed she was shot, to her coming back here by foot. It would've at least been four to five hours of it being left untreated before she could tend to it, and I couldn't imagine the bullets were clean like ours. The wound may have been washed and patched ok enough, but an infection was very much possible, especially given it was left alone for hours. And if she had been experiencing these symptoms for the past, two days we hadn't been able to reach her, she could well and truly die within minutes from now.

I frantically carry her out and place her in the back seat of the car. Guilt overwhelming me as I push on the gas and speed out, faster than I have done in a long time. I couldn't lose Luke or his woman.

But if she does die, I was very much at fault for it.