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P.O.V Angelina
A week has passed, and I was still holding on to the fact that Vikor might come get me. Although it wasn't as bad as it was when I first came here, with the biting and stabbing with a scissors, I still didn't like it here.
It seems like Nicolas has been checking in on me all week just to ensure I took my medication, he also sometimes brings my food up ensuring there was no tomatoes, which I was grateful for.
And during that time it seems like we became a little closer. Like we've been spending time together as friends and it's honestly been as much terrible as it's been nice. It's good that we're finally able to work on ourselves after what happened but I also can't help but wanting to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him every time he makes me smile.
I don't know how long I'm planning on keeping it like this, I'm just rolling with it, I'll know when the time is right I guess. I can't imagine myself with anyone else and the thought of him with anyone else? Hell no.
And I was starting to think I was delusional, there was no hiding that. Like I fell for him in the three months I knew him for, told him I loved him in the first two months and look where it got me.
Nicolas had also removed some of his guards, I only realized when I went outside today, Maksim and two other guys were there, instead of the ten that would always watch me like I was some kind of predator.
Vera had also come back, finally, she said she had to leave town last minute so that's why she didn't get time to tell me.
Today she left early though, and Nicolas did too. It was puzzling why Nicolas would leave at such a late hour, and my mind couldn't help but wander to dark possibilities. He'd left around quarter to seven and twenty minutes had passed.
The house was completely empty, Levi and Damien had left this morning, Ivan and Angelo had left this evening, and somehow Nicolas had left tonight. I felt this sudden urge to repeat what I had done that night, but fear gripped me. The two guys present now were not the same as before, and having Maksim here added a whole new layer of uncertainty to the situation.
Suddenly my door opened, and I thought Nicolas was back, but when I turned around I saw,
Bob.
I stared at him in shock, many questions flowing through my head. How did he get inside? What was he doing here? Why is he here so late?
"Bob? What are you doing here?" I asked.
He closed the door behind him and I watched as he walked to me.
"You're finally back. I thought I'd never see you again." He said.
I shot him a strange smile, discomfort creeping in at the sight of him in my room, the door ominously shut behind us. My gaze flickered to the door, a silent plea for an escape, before returning to meet his eyes. I wasn't sure if I should be scared or be happy.
Ever since he left, I would wait by the window until he came back, but now just seems different. He's different.
"It's alright we're alone." He says walking to my bed.
"W... what?"
"After all this time, I waited and waited for you. I knew you felt something for me and I felt something for you too. But then Nicolas came and ruined it."
His words made my heart stop. Felt something for him? I considered him as a friend and nothing more.
"Bob, you have this all wrong, I never... had feelings for you." I admitted, somewhat disgusted, "and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, but never felt anything for you. You were nothing more than a friend to me."
How could he think that. His assumption gnawed at me, unraveling the delicate balance of our dynamic, leaving a bitter taste of misunderstanding lingering in the charged air between us.
Suddenly, Bob's entire demeanor changes. His face contorted with rage, his eyes piercing mine like daggers as he stalks towards me. The illusion of kindness shattered, revealing a darker truth beneath the facade - he was not the gentle soul I once believed, but a concealed monster lurking beneath a deceiving exterior. He's not a kind man after all. He's just another monster who disguises himself.
I tried to crawl further up on my bed, but I didn't make it far before he grabs me by my foot and pull me towards him.
I kick and punch with all the energy I had.
"Stop moving you whore. I didn't divorce my wife for nothing!" He screamed at me.
Knowing what he's planning to do I fight harder, and my effort soon worked because I kicked him hard enough for him to pull away, dropping to the floor, and I made a run for it.
I didn't get too far before a forceful yank on my leg sent me crashing to the ground, my hand instinctively shielding my face as I hit the floor with a thud.
Bob menacingly crawled on top of me, and I tried to push him off, "Stop! Please!"
He flips me over so that I'm facing him, and I struggle under him, trying to escape. The only thought in my head is that I need Nicolas. Above everything, and anyone he would protect me. He wouldn't allow this to happen, but he wasn't here.
And so I began to scream his name over and over and over again as loud as I can.
"Shut up!" He shouted at me before sliding his hands in my pants.
I kicked and screamed, hoping someone would hear, for anyone to hear.
His hands wrapped around my throat blocking my breathing.
Nicolas's name dies in my throat as Bob squeezes so tightly that air couldn't make its way to my lungs. Black dots form in my vision, but I refuse to allow darkness to take over.
If I pass out now, then I can't fight back and he can do anything he wants.
Then I bit him hard, harder than I had bit Damien and a metallic taste form in my mouth, using the last of my energy I kick him again.
Bob groaned in pain and lets go, and I attempted to run away again. He's hurt, and there is no doubt he'll recover fast. I quickly move but tripped over myself. My head was spinning, but I still pulled enough strength into me to get up.
Less than a second and I was abruptly slammed back on the floor from my hair.
His hands wrap around my throat once more. The room spins around me as I struggle against him.
And with the last of my energy I screamed his name one more time, "Nicolas!" I pleaded, begging for him to come home, but knowing he won't.
He's not coming for me.
And I don't know if I can live through this.
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