Obsession | ✔

Part Seven

Nic ran after her and threw her over his shoulder, he was dragging her off to his car while she was kicking and screaming. She was even punching his back but Nic didn't care.

He threw her in the back seats and got in the driver's seat, starting the car and peeling off, going in the opposite direction of the cops. But they followed suit.

He was yelling curse words in his native language and the top of his voice, scaring Cel even more.

Cel looked around her surroundings in the back seat and found a rope. This could be helpful.

She picked it up quietly and wrapped her hands around each end. She didn't want to do this. But she knew if she didn't then there would be more victims. He would never be caught.

But she wanted to wait until there were no cars in the road.

Nic seemed to speed up, going faster and faster.

Cel knew that if she did this she probably wouldn't survive. But she would gladly take her life to save others. Call it stupidity or not but she didn't want any more people dying at Nic's hands.

Once more cop cars appeared and soon the sound of a helicopter could be heard. But she waited until they were on a road with no cars.

Cel's hands started to sweat around the rope, her heart pounding in her chest. It was time. She had to do this, there was no turning back.

She closed her eyes and looped the rope over the seat, wrapping it around his neck and pulling back.

He was starting to pull at the rope and the car swerved and ended up flipping over. They just kept tumbling and tumbling but Cel's grip on the rope slacked as she was thrown all over the vehicle.

Nic gasped for air, pulling the rope from around his neck and threw it down. The car was laying on its side. He looked at Cel, her chest was still, blood coating every inch of her.

The man moved painfully and grabbed her, bringing her to his chest. Something in him snapped and he screamed, the veins in his neck straining.

But it made sense. There was no one there to threaten him. He pulled the crumbled letters out of his pocket to look at him. It was familiar, not his but maybe it was. He did this to himself, but he didn't know why. Or did he? The confused man knew that there were times he blacked out but to go to the extent of doing it himself, what was he thinking? Nic wouldn't try to do anything to hurt his Cel. But it didn't feel like it was himself that did it, there was no way. But there was away. There were so many questions that could never be answered. How did he have enough time in his blackouts to find someone daring to deliver the notes. But it still made no sense, he would never- could never do this. He was pulled out of the car, dragging Cel's body with him.

But he didn't want to be without Cel. He pushed the cop away from him after he grabbed the cops gun. He held it to his own chest, right where his heart was. He was heaving in breaths now. The cops took cover but he just pulled the trigger on himself.

His body fell limp to the floor.

At least he wouldn't hurt anyone else.

But there, at home, watching the news was a girl, looking similar to Cel in appearance, smirking.

"Mihail, pour me a glass why don't you." A guy who looked like a bodybuilder poured her a glass of bourbon.

Now that her most defective goon was gone, she could relax. She had planted the letters carefully. She couldn't put up with his obsession with her or anyone else. With his mind erased and given no objective, she was at a loss that he found Celestina. His blackouts were his brain trying to remember, that much she knew. But he had caused harm to someone dear. For that, everyone would have hell to pay.