Bound: Toxic Love (Book 2)

Chapter XVII

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Lana's POV

  It was a moment of that full awareness, yet with that slight over doze it turned your head into a complete blur, and I lost track of reality at that point. My lips parted in order to speak, but the words were unwilling to take a fight.. I heard myself saying one name. "Christian," And with that questionable tone in my voice, I was almost interrupted by crash in that same exact moment, loud yet so muted in my ears. I turn, but so much slower than usual, unable to snap out of that sudden trance chaining my thoughts. I saw that picture in front of me, I heard Christian's voice calling out for me, but my mind was refusing to register anything but that shock that left me nearly numb.

  It was that kind of quickness in all the actions around me that went by in seconds, like a flash.. Nothing to be done about it.. Especially not when my mind was screaming with that longing to be released from the words I heard just seconds ago, yet my body refused to listen.. Perhaps I didn't want to accept it.. Something refused to let it sink in.

I remember taking a small step backwards, watching how everyone is doing something in order to stop that sudden chaos.. I could feel the glass crunching underneath my shoes.. The window broken, the attackers already inside, and my brain still had trouble processing what was going on. It was seconds.. Only seconds since everything flashed in front of me, but it felt like someone had put the sight before me in slow motion as well as my thoughts.

  Until I felt a harsh grip against my forearm, and my body was swung on the side. I thought I would crash on the floor, and in that moment my mind came to some sense.. It was almost as if I was numb till then.. When I just simply felt a burning sharp pain on the side of my other arm, and I realized it was from a piece from the now broken dresser.. It would've stabbed through my skin right underneath my elbow if I wasn't pulled on the side.

  It all ended fast, like it was a joke, or my mind just played games with me.. But like someone had snapped their fingers to stop, and everything was just left crashed and broken around. I came to the conclusion when my hearing was no more as muted as it was and it was quiet unlike the muted noises and voice I heard just seconds before. Whatever happened, whoever just crashed inside had done their job and left so quickly that I wasn't even aware it had happened. The only proof for me were the muted voices and noises I heard while it happened, the crashed window and a few other things, and the large cut on my forearm.

  Christian was still holding my other arm, simply keeping me in place when I decided to look up.. I glanced at him, and I knew exactly how questionable the look in my eyes was, because even though we were all taken by surprise, the things tonight came one after another for me, and the shock in one moment made my heart stop and then simply continuing with a rapid beat.. Followed by a few repeats. And that all, struggling to get processed in my head.. It just had me confused and lost in the exact spot.

  My eyelids felt slightly heavy.. I blinked.. And my stomach was a little nauseous. I glanced towards Christian's other hand, just covered in blood that wasn't even his. But I wasn't exactly in the mood to ask whose heart he just ripped out. And I don't think I could even if I wanted to. Again, I looked up at him.. Blinked.. Looked back at his hand.. "Lana," I heard his voice, and my eyes focused back up on his, but they moved fast, filled with some kind of worry and dread as he scanned my face, then the rest of me until I felt him take a hold of my hand to have a look at the cut on my arm.

  I couldn't follow up. My eyelids were still heavy.. And my head started feeling dizzy.. I slowly blinked again, trying to ignore the nauseousness in my stomach.. It wasn't going away. People would think it was the picture of blood that made me sick, but that wasn't it. It was something sudden and heavy.. And I was still dizzy.. And with each blink, my eyes kept closing up on me. My heartbeat slowed down and I heard myself starting to breathe more rhythmically.