Destined | 18+

Part 27 - Our Way Or Death

Roman's POV

I watched Isla faint and she hit the floor right before I got to her. I picked up her limp body and carried her to the couch, gently laying her down and inspecting the side of the face that made contact with the floor. I realized she was all blurry and I understood that there were tears in my eyes. I haven't cried since my sister died.

I was in complete devastation at what we both just found out.

I was one hundred percent responsible for the death of her parents. I planned it, I made the final decision, I was the one who left Isla an orphan.

Oh my God, what kind of a fucking night is this?! What the fuck were the chances that we would be brought together like this?! Why the fuck didn't I pay attention to her last name?! But I knew the answer to that. I didn't care at that time because I was already so incredibly interested in her that it didn't matter to me what her last name was.

I stood on my knees on the floor in front of the couch she laid on and tears streamed down my face. Very carefully, I tapped on her cheeks but it did nothing. I knew she would wake up on her own within a minute so instead, I rushed to the mini fridge to get her a bottle of water and when I came back, her eyes were already half open.

She saw me and instantaneously jumped up to her feet and began backing awake from me, her eyes wide with fear and repulsion.

"Don't...don't touch me. Don't. Please, just, stay away." She asked me quietly and put her hand out in front of her. I did as she told me and merely sat down on the couch and closed my eyes, descending into a black hole. I felt like dying.

Isla stood in front and to the side of me and only silently cried with her face in her hands, her gentle and small body shuddering with every sob. She looked so fragile in her delicate little dress, her hair extra wavy after the sudden departure from the bathtub.

I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry I killed your parents? Yeah, a great way to start a conversation.

"D-did you...," she sobbed out the beginning of a question but then tried to collect herself. "Did you know that my parents had kids? Before you destroyed everything?" She asked through her tears and grabbed her arms, trying to shield herself from me.

"No." I told her the truth. "I didn't know anything about your dad's personal life. It's easier..." Oh God. Was I really going to explain to her why I didn't do any research? "It's easier to do...what I did if you don't know the person's background." I finished quietly and Isla still stood there, a new wave of tears overpowering her.

This was the worst night of my life. What was worse, actually? When my mom died? When I found out my sister died and had to go identify her at the morgue? Or this? Close call.

I couldn't watch Isla stand there by herself and cry so I got up on my feet but she suddenly stepped back, alarmed at my movements, afraid I was going to come near her.

Oh my fucking God. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I refused to lose her. Whatever I needed to do for her to forgive me, I would do it. I was not letting her go.

"How did they actually die?" She managed to ask another question but her body was visibly shaking.

Yes, this was definitely taking the top spot as the worst night of my life. At least with the death of my mom and sister, it was a done deal. I saw them dead, there was no bringing them back. But this...this was like some medieval torture technique, where you watch how your heart gets ripped apart little by little.

The best night of my life quickly turned into the biggest nightmare I've ever had to live through.

"Isla...I don't think this inform-" but she loudly cut me off.