you're mine

Chapter 54

Emilia's point of view

My chest tightens as though someone has stuck their hand through my flesh and wrapped their fingers around my heart, crushing it.

How could he? Why did he do this to me? To prove a point?

Questions swirl around my head but I'm in too much pain to find the answers. I trusted him.

I said 'I love you' to him. And he breaks my promise by killing the people who welcomed us into their home?

I can't hear my cries, but I know they are there. As I watch the blood drip from Lucas hands, worry takes over the pain in my chest.

Ella? My hands grip the door frame to help me stand, blood rushes around my head and knocks me dizzy but I don't stop. First walking now running, my hands swing out to push open the door of the girls room.

When I do, my stomach rumbles in disgust and throws up all that's inside of it.

"No. No, no. Please." I wipe my hand over my mouth and stumble to the bed. After momentarily stopping due to adrenaline, tears roll down my cheeks; I don't even feel them form in my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Ella." My voice barely a whisper.

Luca stands behind me, watching. Waiting for a reaction.

My breath jumps in my throat at I turn. "Why?" I cry. "Why would you do this?"

"You have to know we only need each other." Luca replies simply as though it's obvious.

"I knew that!" I shout.

"Clearly you fucking didn't! Or we wouldn't have been in this situation! I done this because of you. I done this for you. We needed this."

"We needed them dead?" I spit.

"No. We needed each other."

"We had each other." I say, my voice now monotone.

"He was insane anyway, inviting strangers into his home." Luca looks around the room.

"He was nice! They both were."

"Come on." He demands.

"No! No I'm not going anywhere with you."

Luca flashes a chilling look, one which makes me question if I ever really knew him.

"Get up." His voice raises, signifying impatience, it sends chills down my spine and to my legs, giving them the motivation to jolt up into a standing position.

He lunges forward and grabs my forearm. I can already feel the bruises forming as I'm being dragged through the house and thrown onto our bed.

"Stop!" I scream.

"Stop fighting." Luca holds my body down and pushes his weight onto me, testing the strength in my bones. "We can't fight like this, baby."

"I hate you."

"No you don't. That's why you're so sad." He hooks his finger around a few stands of my hair and moves them from my face in a soothing manner.

"I'm sad because you just killed people when you promised me you wouldn't." Tears fill my eyes.

"Stop crying."

Despite his harsh tone, I don't listen. I don't have a choice. The tears stream down my face, the images of their lifeless bodies entering my mind. Luca starts to become blurry when more tears fill my eyes.

"She was just a kid." I say, My tone disgusted.

"It's ok, she deserves to be with her dad."

"Do you not understand how fucking sick you sound?"

His eyes scan mine for a moment. "You always knew I was like this; you were just in denial. Or maybe you really didn't mind me killing people." He laughs and I almost punch him, but all the adrenaline has left my body and I can't bring myself to move. If I do, I'm afraid I'll throw up again.

"You're disgusting."

"If I'm disgusting what does that make you?" He retorts.

"A victim."

"Bullshit. You love me."

I don't reply.

Luca sighs, his breath coating my face. After a long pause, he gets off of me and leaves.

I sit up in confusion. That's it? No more arguing? No more holding me down? If I know anything it's that Luca doesn't give up; especially when it comes to me.

My feet dangle beside the bed, I contemplate on getting up. What if it's a trick?

Lost in my thoughts, I don't realise how much time passed. My body jolts as Luca returns to the bedroom.

"Oh you stayed? I thought I was going to have to chase you." He jokes but I hardly notice. Instead, my gaze falls to his hands. He holds some rope. The same rope that is used to hold an overflowing cupboard of outdoor toys closed.

"Lie down."

My body once again falls against the bed, willingly this time.

"Good." He nods and takes my wrist in his hands, trying it against the head board. "Sorry." He mumbles. "I have to."

Then, he crawls into the bed next to me and pulls the covers over us.

"Good night." Luca buries his head into my chest and just like most of this night, tears coat my cheeks.