Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

Dinner

"Put this on," Robert handed me a bag containing some sort of dress.

I pulled it out and started to take off my tank top, but Robert still wouldn't come out. I looked at him in silence. He smiled and shook his head questioningly.

"Come out," I said.

"Oh right," he turned his back to me.

"No, walk out the door!"

"Oh come on, Della! I'm an adequate human being!" he said, still with his back to me and not moving from his seat.

"Maybe, but my husband would kill you if he found out you were a metres away from me when I was changing."

He walked silently out of the room. I laid out the dress on the bed. It was black, short and had a huge neckline on my chest. "Troy would kill me if he knew what I was wearing to this dinner" — run through my head. But I put it on. I looked great in it. Actually I really wanted Troy to see me now. To let him know that I can be much more beautiful. After all, he sees me only in clothes that are not associated with femininity in any way.

There were also some shoes in the bag. I hadn't worn heels in a long time. Yeah, they looked good on me. It's a shame these clothes are useless now. I admired myself for a few more minutes and was about to leave when I remembered Troy's request. Yeah... I have nowhere to hide my gun, though. But there's no choice. I'll have to go without it. 

We went up a couple of floors above the room where I had just changed. I was glad that Troy would see me after dinner in such an outfit. Remembering him, I felt a surge of excitement. Goosebumps ran through my body.

After knocking a couple of times, Robert went inside. I followed him. We found ourselves in a large spacious apartment with panoramic windows. Two men greeted us in Spanish and offered us a seat. The waiter standing next to us poured wine into our glasses. I was listening to Robert's conversation. I knew Spanish, but not perfectly. I was able to understand that we are talking about water. One of the men said he wanted to take control of the dam, without taking his eyes off my chest. I took a sip of wine, pretending not to notice his gaze. The conversation on this case lasted about half an hour. Then the conversation turned into a less formal channel. Robert was asked who I was to him. Apparently, thinking that I didn't understand anything in Spanish, he said that we live together. One of the men paid me an immodest compliment:

"Así que no estás filmando ella? Esta chica caliente es toda tuya? Es una chica hermosa, me gustaría tenerla en mi cama también."

"Gracias. Sí, es mía. Totalmente," Robert thanked him.

I smiled, pretending I didn't understand. That's the difference between Troy and Robert: if this bumpkin had paid me such a "compliment" in front of Otto, he would have been dead before the last word left his lips, but Robert thanked him for it. How I wished Troy was there right now to protect me.

 After a couple of minutes, they spoke to me in English. I decided not to frame Robert and pretended that I was just beginning to understand what he was talking about. After spending a little more time on small talk, the men shook hands. I realized that the deal was a success.

Robert and I said our goodbyes and started down to the room we came from.

"Why did you tell them we were living together?"

"Oh, so you know Spanish. I'm starting to respect you more and more."

"Answer my question."

"So they'd think I always get the best," he clapped his hands, "and wouldn't you want that to be a reality?"

"What do you mean?"

"I won't beat around the bush, I like you, Della. I'd like to have a chance at your attention."

"I have a husband. I love him."

"He's a nobody, you can't survive with him."

"You don't know Troy well enough to say that."

We got to the room. Robert gallantly opened the door for me. There was no one inside. I sat down in the chair by the window.

"You overestimate him and you're underestimating yourself, baby."

"Troy is the best man I've ever met."

"And what's so special about him?"

"What difference does it make?"

"I want to know what you think I don't have in me," he spread his hands.

"Robert, aren't you misunderstanding? I'm love Troy. It doesn't matter what your differences are. You're not him. What's there to discuss?"

"Oh come on, I know people like you. You need an Akella. Troy may have been one once. But not anymore. You're just not used to the idea. You can have anything you want, Della. I can do anything in this new world."

Suddenly Robert walked over to me, taking my hand. I was taken aback by this action. Was Troy really all that visionary? I shouldn't have gone to this dinner. I pulled my hand away. He pulled his palm toward my face, and I slapped it away.

"Stop pretending you don't like it. You're probably wet by now."

"Get your nasty hands off me", I muttered slowly, pressing in the chair.

Suddenly Robert grabbed my hands and dragged me towards the bed.

"What are you doing! Get off!" I started to lash out.

"You're going to be mine, sweetheart," throwing me on the bed, Robert shouted.

"Get off of me! Troy will kill you!"

"And where is your dear Troy? He's not here! He can't help you with anything!" Robert was busily unbuckling the belt on his trousers with his left hand, and holding me tightly with his right. I tried to push him away with my legs. Nothing was coming out. Pulling down his trousers, he pulled up the hem of my dress. I started to scream loudly, and then he gagged me, holding a knife to my throat, which magically appeared in his hands. 

"Just make a sound and I'll cut your throat, darling. It doesn't cost me anything. I'll throw you off that window. No one will be looking."

"I'm asking you not to. I don't want to. You're not a savage!"

"Don't worry, you'll love it!" laughed Robert. He had already pulled down my panties and was ready to enter me when Troy burst into the room.

In my opinion, he didn't think for a second about what he would do, as if he knew what he would see as soon as he was in the room.

Throwing Robert away from me, he started punching him in the face. Without a word. It was all mechanical. Then Troy grabbed the knife from the floor and was about to stab Robert with it, but I screamed:

"No, don't, let's just go. He's not worth you getting your hands dirty!"

Clara came into the room. She was horrified by what was happening. She threw herself at Troy. I started to pull her away. Suddenly my sister pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the arm.

"Clara, you don't know anything!"

"I know everything!"

"He tried to..."

"Tried what?! Hitting on you? I'm the one who asked him to get you to leave your sweetheart Troy and come with us! You stupid!"

My sister continued to attack me with the knife. I dodged she blows, but to no avail. Already several cuts adorned my hands. Troy silently tossed the knife to me. And I started defend yourself. Suddenly I had cut Clara's throat. It all happened very quickly. I even didn't realize. My sister grabbed her neck, blood gushing out of her. Troy stopped beat Robert as he watched Clara fall. It was like it was all happening in slow motion. I rushed to my sister. But it was too late. There was nothing I could do.