1st book in Tangled past series
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
They snatched everything from me and I curse them every moment, with every breath I take.
I am supposed to kill them both. I have dreamt of killing them, destroying them until they beg me to...
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Past:- Age:- Twenty Two
The strong smell of antiseptic filled my lungs before I parted my eyes. My eyes feel heavy, as if I am under the hostage of drugs. Slowly I looked around, my eyes falling on the nurse who was checking the vitals.
She turned towards me then her lips moves but her words didn't reach me. I should've been worried but my brain was already trying to process everything that made me lay here-with a IV.
The nurse rushed outside while I looked at my palm, trying to bring back the lost puzzle of my memories. Why am I lying like this? I don't remember anything except for how we were sitting in the car. We had...an accident. Some people were firing on us and a man who was standing in front of me was-killed by my p-papa.
Papa...k-killed him. The memories flashed in front of me, the sight of him killing someone brutally. I couldn't undo the scene of blood marking his palm, the sight of that hole in that man's forehead and the...blood..the blood that oozed out of his hole.
My gaze dropped to my palm and even though my palms are clean but I could still see the blood and the pieces of his flesh. I could still feel the warmth of his blood in my palm-
Bile rose up and I threw up emptying my stomach. I shift my gaze to the door, he'll come to me. Fear. I never really understood the meaning of this one word with four alphabets before today. I felt as if I was carefree, I was never scared of insects, I thought I'll hire a cook so no need to be scared of not knowing how to cook. I learnt to ride a bike so I won't have to take public transport and think of getting harassed by a stranger. I even learnt boxing to protect myself-no entry of fear but then I saw how my father killed someone as if he had been doing it for a long time.
I kept my feet on the ground, running towards the door and not bothering about the IV pipe that got pulled away with my little run to survival and I slammed the door shut-locking it well. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I shook my head to remove the memories but it didn't help-I just couldn't step out of it.
It was feeding on me like a parasite and I hate to admit but my papa was an evil man. He is not good. Taking a few steps back, I rushed towards the table, hiding in the little space and covering my head with the cushion kept on the chair. My blood was turning cold, my heartbeat rising while my brain was filled with numerous questions.
Aaran, Di's husband is a monster too like Papa. He also had his hand blooded. Di is also not safe with him, maa is also not safe. They'll hurt them and me. I curled myself into a ball, my head hurting while my body burns.
All of a sudden I saw a few people standing in front of me but I didn't look at their faces-this loser had no strength to look into their eyes. A hand on my shoulder made me flinch but all I did was shake my head multiple times.
