Homicide On The Loose

Chapter 25

I woke up in a dark room. My hands are tied up at the back of the chair that I'm sitting on.

As much as it sounds like a scene from a movie and cliché as it, I am panicking and also hyperventilating.

"Help!" I croaked out but not loud enough to wake up the whole neighbourhood.

I was still shocked about that man. I thought he didn't see me when he was killing that man but well, I thought wrong.

A lot of time has passed and a lot of efforts had done to free myself. I wonder where Liam is now, if he has returned back home and find me gone or is he still doing business in London. Wherever he is and whatever he's doing, I miss him and I need him here with me.

A tear fell down and they started to flow down my cheeks and soak up my t-shirt. I'm wearing one of Liam's tees because I want to feel like a part of him is here with me.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open and in came the man I dreaded most. I was scrutinising him, he has eyes as black as his hair and broad shoulders like a man who works out regularly, he is slightly shorter than Liam but not that much difference.

He walked straight towards me and I sit there motionless, scared of what he'll do next.

He pulled over a chair in front of me and sat down. He looked at me intently, like he was soaring into my soul, "Hello Leyla."

"How d-do yo-you know ma-my na-name?" I stuttered.

He smirked, "How can I not know you? The girl who has messed up my whole plan."

"What d-do you mean?" I was really confused and clueless of what he's talking about.

"That husband of yours has been tracking me down ever since you witnessed the incident last year."

"Liam?"

"Yes, him or do you have another secret husband?" he asked playfully which I ignored.

"Then why did you kidnapped me?"

He chuckled, "You really are clueless, aren't ya?" He has a slight country accent but not that obvious.

I looked at him dumbfoundedly. Of course, I don't know what he's talking about!

"Don't get mad. I was only teasing ya."

"Why are you being friendly with me? You're a kidnapper and a homicide." I exaggerated the last word.

"Leyla, never judge a book by it's cover. Haven't you ever heard of that phrase before?" he stated.

"I have, but-"

"You of all people would know that kind of phrase since you read books and will soon publish a book."

"How d-do y-yo-"I stuttered.

"How do you think I have been living for the past year? You don't know this, but I have been following you around. Like your very own shadow." he stated nonchalantly.

I was appalled. He has been following me around? For how long? Now I really feel insecure. All those times when I'm out but there was a particular man watching my every move. This makes me want to scream in agony.

"Why did you kidnapped me?" I asked again but with more confidence in my voice.

"Just because." he shrugged his shoulder.

"Just because? Just because?" My voice went a pitch higher the second time I asked. This man is demented. There is seriously something wrong with the way his brain is working.

He laughed, "I just wanted to see how you would react to that. And by the way it looks, mission accomplished."

Seriously demented.

"Please let me go." I pleaded.

"And why would I do that?" he looked at me in the eye.

"Don't you have a family back home? How would you feel when you come back home from work and find your loved one gone without any trace whatsoever." I tried to guilt him into releasing me.

"First of all, I have no family. None, since I was a little kid. And second of all, I left a trace of you but from me of course." he said this without any expression on his face. No wonder why he looks so sad all the time. Really, you pity him? After what he's done to you?

"What do you mean you left a trace?" I asked.

Before he can answer my question, the door went flying to the ground. It literally flew. If I wasn't in this kind of situation, I would surely be laughing while rolling on the floor.

"DAMIEN!!" it was the all-too-familiar voice of none other than my husband.

He found me and is going to rescue me and soon, everything will all be alright.

"Stand back!" he said menacingly while pointing a gun towards Liam.

The fact that he has a gun did not crossed my mind or even any kind of weapon at all. He seemed so human-like before but now, not even close. I don't pity him at all. He has the guts to try and kill Liam? Over my dead body.

"Excuse me? Damian, right?" I paused, looking for his acknowledgement but he didn't, so I continued, "Do you really want to settle this by killing? Haven't you had enough or tired of any of this?"

"Leyla, what are you-"

I cut Liam off, "Do you really want to be categorised as a homicide? Do you want to spend the rest of your lives rotting in prison while you can live here, in the world full of possibilities? We can help you to be better for yourself and for the rest of the world. So, please."

He seemed to be thinking for awhile while staring at the ground. When he looked back up, he looked different, different like the man I was talking to awhile ago.

"No." he shook his head.

"You were the reason I hadn't done anything bad because I was afraid of your judgement but now that you see me differently, we can finally be together. But there is only one more thing to do." he smirked.

I couldn't even process what was happening until I heard the gunshot and by the time my mind was able again, it was too late.

Liam was sprawling on the floor with blood soaking his white shirt. He looked up at me and was barely concious, "Leyla." and he was gone.

"NOOO!!!" I screamed out.

This can't be happening. He's still alive. I'm dreaming. Soon, I will wake up, wrapped in Liam's strong arms. Please let me be dreaming.

"Leyla, now we can finally be together. We can travel the world, just the two of us." he knelt down and was eye level with me.

I was too busy crying, "Get away from me! Look at what you've done!"

I cried some more until my eyes are blurry and it's very hard to see my surroundings.

We heard hurried footsteps shuffling outside. Damien looked back and had a panicked look on his face.

"If we won't be together, then you will also get your husband's fate." he shot me in my lower abdomen.

I looked at him in disbelief. I couldn't react to anything as the pain was too unbearable. Before I drifted off to oblivion, I heard another gunshot and total darkness.