Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)

CHAPTER 38

As the vase connected with Edward's head, the force of the impact sent shockwaves through his entire body, leaving him reeling in agony. His cry of pain echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of shattering glass, creating a cacophony of chaos and destruction.

Blood began to drip from the gash on his forehead, trickling down his face like crimson tears, staining his pale skin. His hands instinctively clutched at his head, attempting to stem the flow of blood, but it only seemed to intensify the pain.

Edward's vision began to blur, his knees buckling beneath him as the room spun out of control. He crumpled to the floor, surrounded by the scattered fragments of the vase, the jagged pieces seeming to mock him, a stark reminder of Louisa's fury and determination to break free from his grasp.

The sound of his own labored breathing filled his ears, and his thoughts grew hazy, clouded by the excruciating pain.

Louisa stood over him, panting heavily, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes blazing with a fierce inner strength. Her hands trembled, still clutching the remnants of the vase, the fragments digging into her palm, but she felt no pain, only a sense of liberation and empowerment.

Despite the violence of her actions, she felt no guilt, no remorse, only anger and defiance burning within her, fueled by the memories of Edward's cruelty and manipulation.

"I'd rather die than be with you, you fvcking monster," Louisa spat, her words dripping with venom, each syllable laced with contempt and disgust.

"You'll never touch me again," she vowed, her voice steady, resolute, and unwavering. "You'll never have the chance to hurt me, to control me, to break me." Louisa's eyes blazed with determination.

Edward's groans grew fainter, his vision fading to black as the room darkened around him. Louisa turned, walked away, leaving Edward broken, battered, and helpless, a shadow of the man who had once wielded such power over her. The silence that followed was oppressive.

As Louisa exited the mansion's back door, she swiftly closed it behind her and locked it, ensuring Edward couldn't follow her, even if he managed to regain his footing. The night air enveloped her, heavy with an ominous darkness that seemed to suffocate her. The distant shouting and chaos only intensified her fear, her heart racing with every passing moment.

"Jungkook!" Louisa shouted, her voice piercing the night air, echoing through the deserted grounds. "Jungkook, where are you?"

The sounds of war drifted through the air – gunfire, explosions, and screams – signaling the unthinkable: Russia had attacked America. Panic gripped Louisa's chest, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom.

Desperate to find Jungkook, Louisa rushed towards the servant quarters, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of life. "Jungkook!" she shouted again, her voice growing hoarse. But the quarters were eerily empty, devoid of any human presence. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: everyone must have evacuated.

Tears pricked at the corners of Louisa's eyes as she frantically searched every room, every nook and cranny. "Jungkook, please answer me!" she begged, her voice cracking. But there was no response. The silence was deafening.

Louisa's anxiety spiraled out of control. Where was Jungkook? Was he safe? Had he been taken away? The uncertainty tore at her heart, threatening to shatter her resolve. She stumbled through the deserted quarters, her feet heavy with fear.

"Jungkook!" Louisa shouted once more.

As the sounds of war drew closer, Louisa knew she had to keep moving. She couldn't give up. Jungkook needed her. With a newfound determination, she steeled herself and pressed on, into the unknown.