The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 22 - I'd die for you

[TOTALLY, ABSOLUTELY NOT EDITED, NOT EVEN PROOF READ OR ANYTHING but I couldn't let you wait longer so -]

Cara's POV

I didn't know how the words escaped my mouth. How did i even let myself to-

No, i should've not - no

I covered my mouth with my hand as i immediately ran away, ignoring the shocked look on Katherine's face, ignoring as she called my name as i entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind.

With my shaking hand i locked it.

I pressed my back against the door as the tears kept their flow.

The tightness over my chest increased, my lungs contracted painfully, it felt so painful to even breath.

My body shook uncontrollably, i clutched on the knob trying to keep my balance when every cell in my body lost control.

With my other hand i clutched my chest, someone was saying something from the other side of the door but I couldn't hear it, it's like i stopped hearing properly, it's like i can just hear my heart pumping in my ear, so fast, too hard.

I dug my nails into my palm, flashes crossed my mind. His voice, how can i - How can i hear his voice now ?

"You think you can escape from me, love?" He hissed as he pushed me inside the room.

My head was spinning, no the room was spinning, my vision getting blurry, i closed my eyes as i pressed my back against the door.

"I was going gentle with you, it's time for you to pay." He said beside my ear as he pressed my front harder against the wall.

I couldn't breath.

"Come here Lucas." He ordered one his men, he walked forward toward me, Nikolas pushed me toward the guy making me collide with his chest. He titled his head, the monster now looking at me as he said to the guy, "I brought you dessert for today."

"No, no, no-" i said, it felt as if i am living it again. I felt a hand wrap around my throat but there was nothing. I felt myself drowning, struggling to take a normal breath.

I opened my eyes as I frantically rubbed my neck.

"Hello little kitty." The guy named Lucas said as he ran his finger along my jaw, i shut my eyes at the contact, "I have a feeling i am going to enjoy this." He said as his hand traveled down and fumbled with my pants.

Terror coursed in my veins. I wanted to tear at my skin.

"When i come back home everyday, i want you to be here -- like this, waiting for me." His voice was low as he trailed his finger along my bare stomach. "And if not -" his lips beside my ear, his voice threatening, "You'll pay the price."

My stomach churned at the thought of his hand trailing down my body. His poisoned touch, his taunting wicked smile, i am seeing it, i am - i am feeling it, H-how ?

I want to throw up. I can't - no what's happening ?

My mind tortured me more, the voice in my head whispering what my ears wont handle to hear - What if he came back ?

What if he captured me again, what if he stole me again ?

My chest tightened more.