The Muse

Part 13

Marcella could see they were three men in each car. She hoped Yuri was as trained as he looked. He took down the first man in the car on the right. Marcella thought this was good, they only had five more to go.

She couldn't see Yuri anymore from the rear mirror and she didn't want to risk anyone seeing her. If things go horribly she needed a way to defend herself from the scary men with guns. Yuri had to have something in his car. There was nothing in the glove box or in the cup holders. She searched the back her seat discreetly but she didn't see anything else.

Another bang went in the air and she sighed in relief when she saw Yuri crouching behind a dumpster. He didn't look hurt and she was grateful. She continued searching and stuck her hand under the seat and felt something hard. Jackpot! The gun was cold in her hand, this was her first time ever holding a gun and she hated it had to be in the time of emergency. She prayed she would be able to use it when necessary.

She looked back at the fight again and all the people in the car when on foot now. They were four against him now. She held her breath as Yuri got into a physical fight with one of them. Yuri had overpowered one of the men with brown hair and a scar down his face. Yuri was currently using the man as a shield from the remaining three.

Something loud interrupted the silent struggle in the streets. The sound echoed down the street and Marcella cursed when she saw it was her phone. She shut it but it was too late now as one of the men Yuri was fighting started approaching the car. Yuri attempted to run towards her but one of the other men took the opportunity to pin him down. She was concerned for both her and Yuri now.

Marcella knew making a run for it was pointless and she had a weapon so she better use it. She cocked the gun and hoped it wouldn't go off by itself. She concealed the gun under her shirt praying not to mistakenly shoot herself.

"Who do we have here?" a man with a thick Russian accent opened the door and made a try to grab Marcy.

The gun was out before he noticed her. She fired the gun and the man went slack in her lap. She had just killed a man. She couldn't believe what she just did. She look for all the conscience she had but she knew it was either him or her. She didn't make a move to shift the man. Marcella was shaking.

The man's weight was relieved from her body and she didn't even look down to see what was happening.

"Hey Marcy, look at me" Yuri's voice was calm in the storm. His hand was on her cheek caressing it softly. "I need you to be okay" his voice was even softer when he spoke this time.

She opened her eyes to look at him. He was bruised on the face and she could dots of blood on his clothes. Yuri looked scary and alluring in every way. Her heart was beating faster for a different reason now.

"I'm going to take you to my house. Is that okay?" his hand was still on her cheek. She nodded to him in a daze.

Yuri pushed the man away from her and closed the door. He made a short phone call to someone she assumed was in the organization. Maybe they were going to clean up the bodies.

This time Yuri put on music as they drove. She was grateful for the tiny distraction she got from the insanity brewing in her head. The night sky was beautiful and she wondered if the stars would cry if they could see the ugly things that happened on earth.

A weight she didn't know she carried lifted from her chest when she saw the familiar house covered in flowers. She felt like she was home, maybe it was the shock she endured today.

"I have a guest room down the hall" he held a hand out for her as they ascended the stairs. Yuri was acting like she could break any moment and it unnerved her. She didn't enjoy anyone seeing her at her weakest.

"My room is this one" Yuri pointed to the room they passed as he dropped her off at the guest room. She didn't want to be alone after everything she experienced this night but she didn't want to say that to Yuri.

"Are you hungry?" Yuri looked down at her with the kindest eyes. Marcella was pretty sure she lost the ability to talk so she shook her head no instead.

"Okay then. Goodnight" he hesitated a bit as he turned to leave to his room.

Marcella couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she imagined the Russian man dying in her arms. His face haunted her even as she called her brother and told him she wasn't coming home. She also made sure to text everyone and make up some lie about Yuri needing her for something urgent.

It was eating at her and she needed to talk about it or she felt like she would explode. The door creaked as she walked down the hall to Yuri's room. She knocked lightly on his door and was considering walking back when he opened the door.

"Are you alright?" Yuri's hand was on her face again and the tears fell from her eyes.

"No I'm not. It was awful Yuri" Marcella was fully crying now as she felt her lungs tighten. She couldn't stop crying.

"I'm here" Yuri held tightly as she cried into his arms. He smelled of vanilla and that was the only thing her brain could think of as she cried into his arms.

"You're okay, I'm here" Yuri's hands was moving through her locs as he cooed her.

"I still hate You" her voice was so high pitched and wobbly. She didn't know why she said it but she needed some control of this situation.

"Yes I know" he was still holding her and stroking her hair.

She ended up sleeping in Yuri's arms. She needed someone to hold her and tell her she was okay. Yuri did just that for her tonight and maybe for tonight, that was okay.