Memory

Chapter 2

Jennifer P.O.V

"WAIT NICOLAS-."

Before I even got the chance to get my sentence out, he had pulled the trigger.

My ears started to ring from the loud shot of the gun, so I covered my ears in hopes the pain would go away.

"Nicolas, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you firing a gun inside the house"?!.

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he walked away, placing the gun on the long table behind the couch.

"Nicolas"! I yelled, trying to gain his attention.

"While you're worried about the fact that I shot a gun in MY house, maybe you should me more worried about the face that you're rapidly bleeding out right now," he coldly said, still having his back facing me.

"Bleeding?"

"Look at your stomach," he said, pointing at my abdomen.

I lowered my eyes to my stomach, mortified to discover what he meant.

I saw a giant blood stain on my shirt, causing so much worry and fear to come flooding back to me.

"Y-Y-You shot me," I said as my body started to tremble in pain.

Y-Y-Yes, I did," Nicolas mockingly said, finally turning around to face me.

As I was about to apply pressure on my wound to try and stop the bleeding, I immediately retracted my hand, feeling the burning pain inside me start to feel sharp, like knives constantly stabbing me.

"N-Nicolas," I cough, struggling to get I'm name out.

"Yes," replies, walking to the kitchen island and grabbing a chair to take a seat.

"Why would y-you shoot m-me?" What have I done to d-deserve this"? I weakly ask, trying to pick my body up from the ground.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at me and scoffed while rolling his eyes.

"Nicolas," I repeated, trying to muster up the strength to yell, but it came out as a weak cry.

"What, Jennifer, what?!" He finally replied, sounding pissed off once again.

"Answer my question," I say with as much strength as possible.

"Oh please, Jennifer, don't play dumb with me. You know exactly why I did this. It's all your fault, to begin with," He finally answers, crossing him arms.

"M-My fault. How is any of this my fault when you're the one who did all those horrible things to me?!".

"EASY BECAUSE ALL YOU HAD TO DO IS LISTEN TO ME AND DO AS I SAY, BUT NO, YOU WANT TO DISOBEY ME LIKE A MUTT"! Nicolas yelled, throwing the chair to the side, as it crashed into the kitchen island.

"I AM NOT A DOG THAT YOU CAN COMMAND. I AM A PERSON WITH FEELINGS THAT DESERVES TO BE TREATED BETTER THAN TH-AHH."

My sentence was cut short where I felt the sharp pain grow worse and worse by the second.

"Mm, you should be more focused on that wound of yours rather than try to point fingers here," he said as a slight smirk appeared.

Oh my god, this psycho is enjoying my pain right now.

I tried to apply pressure to it again but the moment my hand made contact with the wound, I immediately wanted to remove it, but I saw too much blood and knew it I was to bleed anymore, I could pass out, or even worse, die because of this maniac.

"Ou look, the weak little woman finally gathered up the strength to do something about her injury," he chuckled as he walked over to pick up the chair and places it next to the others.

"S-Shut up, Nicolas," I coughed.

"Got a little something right there," he says, pointing at his lips.

I used my left hand to touch the side of my mouth since I used my right on the wound.

I used two fingered to wipe my mouth to see what he meant, but I already had a vague idea of what came out.

When I retracted my fingers, I saw blood on them, confirming that I was right. Along with that, I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded as well.

"No....No, I can't die like this," I weakly say, seeing my vision turn blurry.

"Yes....Yes, you can die like this, and you will. You've seen what has happened to people who don't keep their loyalty to me, but you proceed to betray me, so this is the price you will have to pay," he says, walking over to the dining room, grabbing a chair and dragging it in front of me.

He then sat looking down at me, relishing in watching me slowly die.

So many thoughts were flowing my mind. I finally found out the truth about Nicolas and got the courage to stand up to him, and look how that turned out for me: bloody and weak.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Jennifer," he abruptly said, interrupting my thoughts. "I truly enjoy watching you be weak and helpless. It expresses how much you need a man like me in your life, but no, you chose to defy me, yell at me, and insult me because I showed you how much I love you."

I knew that if I spoke again, it'd most likely be my last words, but I couldn't leave letting him think that I would accept this treatment. I knew it was pointless, but I couldn't let this stand.

I steadied my breath, trying to calm myself because I knew if I continued to breathe rapidly like this, my life would end quicker than I wanted.

"Nicolas, this thing we have in our relationship isn't love. It's force and decrement that you continued to build over the years, and even though I know the truth, you still choose to try and lie to me even though you are completely aware that I know the full story, and for you to even try and cover it up with "I love you" is a fucked up thing to do to a person.

I looked at Nicolas to see if he would say something as usual, but he didn't reply. He just continued to look down on me with that smug look.

My vision had entirely blurred out, and I knew what that meant.

I stopped trying to hold onto that thread of life because, honestly, what would've been the point? Even if they were to call the ambulance and take me to the hospital, I would be brain-dead by then, and who would want to be alive but practically feel dead?

The moment I let go, I felt this weight finally lift. I felt saddened knowing I would never be able to see them again but happy because at least I died finally knowing the truth and feeling real love after so long.

Everything around me went pitch black, and I could no longer see that look in Nicolas's eyes.

Is this what feeling entirely red feels like, never worrying or being scared again?

....It feels nice.