The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 4 - I hate you

Cara's POV

I felt my throat burning as i muttered those words, knowing for sure there is no way back now.

I have to give up.

I have to oblige to his orders.

He won.

My dad won.

He is going to take from me the only good thing in my life. I have to go and leave the few people i care about behind.

"You took the right choice." The man whispered beside my ear before releasing me. I directly sank into my knees unable to hold myself.

"Leave him." He ordered the other men. They let go of Alex and walked away with him.

I struggled to my feet and directly ran toward Alex, my heart no longer under my control. I dropped beside him on the ground as he struggled to sit down.

He winced, his hand went to his stomach, a low groan emitted from the back of his throat.

I gasped as i took a look at his shirt, where blood is covering it all. A pile rose in my throat and more tears left my eyes.

He looked at me, his face bloodied and all making my heart constrict harder in my chest.

If i said yes from the beginning, he would've not got hurt.

It's me. It's my fault.

"Are-- you okay ?" He asked, barely even able to let the words out.

I nodded, my tears couldn't stop, he is asking about me when he is the one who got hurt.

He grimaced, his face twisted in pain, I directly looked around, "Where is my phone?" I said as i hysterically started searching for it. I should call 911 immediately.

My mind blocked out and I couldn't make sense of anything. I took a breath and found my phone laying on the ground few meters away.

I directly rushed toward it and dialed them. Telling them the address, i dropped beside Alex again.

I cupped his cheek, my heart aching more with every second ticking by.

"I am sorry." I said, my shoulders shook as I couldn't contain my sobs.

His eyebrows pulled together, he swallowed before talking, "F-for what?" He asked, oblivious that he is now hurt like this because of me.

"For everything." I said, my voice came so low.

He coughed and directly groaned after, oh my god, he is in so much pain.

My gaze traveled to where they stabbed him with the knife. Oh god, there is so much blood.

"You're losing a lot of blood." I said with a panicked tone. I directly inched closer and with my heart beating fast, i pressed my palms over the wound. I should apply pressure to stop the bleeding.

I ignored how my lungs contracted painfully as i heard him groan in pain, i kept my trembling hands over the wound.

I tried to stop my tears but I couldn't.