Paralysed By Choices ✔️

Chapter thirty seven: Wow, I Sound Like An Old Lady.

His eyes burned into mine. I glared at the man who stole everything from me. He stole my best friend, he stole Noah and he stole my college life. He took that from me and he was going to pay for that. "So, this is where you planned to kill me?" I glanced around the room, my eyes still focussed on him. "It's kinda dull, don't you think?"

He rolled his eyes at my sarcasm and when they got back to me, he smirked like his plan for revenge had already been completed. "I wanted to make your death slow and painful so I didn't have time to paint the walls."

I was ready to kill him right here and right now. I wanted to slice his throat open and to watch him bleed before my eyes but I needed to plan this out. Only he knew what he had planned and it could be a lot worse than a cut to the throat. He wanted to make my death painful and slow; not because of my dad but because of what I've done too.

I killed most of his people, I've gone all sarcastic on him and I nearly won.

This would be so much easier with a gun but a knife was all I had. I guess I was not complaining, there were so many ways to kill with a knife. A smile formed on my face. "Where are the rest of your people? Did I kill them all?"

He snickered and shook his head, looking rather pleased with himself. "I gave them the day off. This is between you and me, darling and I've got something big planned for you."

I wanted to puke when he called me darling in his deep, raspy, whiskey smelling voice. I thought this small talk was going to go on for a while before we actually started killing each other but he surpised me. He sprinted up to me and tackled me to the ground. I knew he wouldn't want to kill me straight away, he wanted to make me pay for all that I had done.

I didn't really care if he died a slow and painful death, I just wanted to get this over with and go home. He sat on my stomach and started punching me in the face, my head turned left and right with every hit he made. I couldn't stand the fact that he was already beating me up with his bare fists so I punched him as well and that stopped him for a few seconds.

I knew he was concentrated on the blow to his face. I stretched my leg through Lock and kicked him off me. Because he was so heavy from the muscle on his body, he only slid to the side of me where I got up and kicked him when he was down. He flipped himself onto his back and grabbed my leg and pulled me down with him. I grunted as my head hit the ground and it began to throb once again. He grabbed my leg but I used my other one to kick him multiple times in the face, he let go and I got myself up.

That didn't stop him. He got up quickly before I got the chance to pull out my knife and kill him instantly, he raced up to me and forced me up against the door. The doorknob stabbed into my back as I tried to kick him off me but his strong arms were focing me into the closed door. He kneed me in the stomach, I coughed and got back up and he did it again.

He threw me to the ground and I slid against the floor and came to a halt. Before I got the chance to get myself up, Lock strolled over with looks that could probably kill, I had the same look, and he began kicking me constantly in the stomach and I couldn't get up fast enough.

When I've finally had enough of hearing Lock laugh in my face, I swung my feet to knock him off his and he hit the ground with a loud thumb. I wanted to relax, I wanted to sleep and I wanted to roll over and die from exhaustion but I got on my hands and knees, crawled over to where Lock moaned from the fall and grabbed the hair that he had on his head and smacked his head multiple times on the ground.

I grunted every time I hit his head and he moaned in pain but he grabbed my two arms and flung me over him. I made a loud thumb and Lock got up rather quickly and walked over to me where he lifted me up himself just to knock me back down again. At this point, I got furious with this guy. Everytime I wanted to pull out the knife I had stashed behind me, I kept getting knocked down and I kept having to fight back before I could even think about the knife. Lock was clueness, he didn't know what was coming for him.