Blood Crystal (COMPLETED!!!)

Chapter 30 Tug of War

Dedicated An2netteyang
Soundtrack: Crushin' My Fairytale by
Celeste Buckingham

I keep on running. I stared at my left and right sides just to see if they're just behind me but I can't see anything whilst their voices echoed the whole place.

"Run princess. Run!" A threatening voice echoed. It's like he's also running but I can't see his face. I can feel my heartbeat race rapidly, my arms start to sweat and I feel my throat sore, my ankle starts to burst with ache yet I keep running. I don't know why I keep running but his voice keeps haunting me.

"You cannot hide away from me princess! You must die!" An earsplitting laugh broke out of him. I feel goosebumps. I was already teary-eyed because of fear. I keep my pace and run fast as I could when someone butted in front of me.

"Pierre" I felt relieved as I saw his gape. He stands in front of me and looks at me blankly. He crept a smirk and pointed a gun at me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I suddenly woke up holding my head and feeling out of breath because of the dream. Damn. Feels real! What does it mean? I massage my chest coz I still feel like it was true that I just came from a long run. And Pierre was actually in my dream! Does that mean he's up to kill me? Damn. I sigh and scanned the room but as usual, no trace of Helen was there. I don't know what time ended the so-called celebration last night but I ended up nagging at Pierre whose on back my last night and telling me that I should stop drinking. Damn.

"You should stop. You drink too much" Pierre.

I just stared at him momentarily and managed to laugh. He stared at me like I'm some kind of species that needs to be examined before passing through the market. Damn. We're making a scene! He grabbed my hand and involuntarily pull me to make me stand. I stumble and put my hand on his chest for me not to dash into it. Others were just merely looking at us. No words escape their mouth just their amused look. I back away and get another glass but he just holds and grabs my hand again but this time he nab me and we started walking. I protest and push him but he won't budge maybe because of the alcohol that I can't push him that much. Damn. I'm losing my strength coz of that tipple.

"Why do you care anyway?" I voiced out. He looks at me and steadily shakes his head. I wanted to get my hands from his grip but it also looks like I'm losing it.

"You keep on meddling on my business even if you're not invited. Will you please let me go? I can handle myself!" I mumbled again. I am now angry but looks like he doesn't care at all.

"I'll take you to your room" he scoff and forcefully handed me again.

"C'mon! Let's not play dumb here. I know you're just going to strain your idea on me" I ceased a forced laugh. We're just slowly walking along the side of the house, he grabbed me.

"Then you should take it seriously" he argued. I stopped and look at him seriously.

"Really? Do you even care for me?" I sarcastically ask. He arched his brows.

"Yeah"

I was taken aback. He answered it fast and calmly. I want to laugh at it but my I can't. My heart starts to stumble as if someone is knocking on it. All I can see is his pious face. Then would I believe in it? I mock and laugh inwardly until it became loud and hard cry havoc. I wipe my tears and gaped at him blankly.