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CHAPTER 11

*MEERA'S POINT OF VIEW*

When I drifted off to sleep the dream that I had in the after continued.....

.....When I got to the top, my eyes settled on Ankush; he was still being held against the wall by the same blond guy. As soon as he saw me, he started to struggle against the restraining hands.

“Let him go, please,” I begged, trying to get to him. I saw Smith nod his head and instantly the other guy let go. As soon as he was free, Ankush grabbed me and pushed me behind him protectively.

“Whoa, easy there boy, no harm done,” Smith mused, sneering distastefully. “Although your girlfriend there is sexy as hell.” He looked me over slowly, licking his lips.

I cringed into Ankush’s back, my skin crawling because of the way he was looking at me. Suddenly Ankush launched a punch on Smith's jaw. Smith doubled over with a groan and the two men he was with grabbed Ankush again as he fought and struggled against their hands. I looked around for help, but no one was coming. Why was no one helping us? People weren’t paying even the slightest bit of attention to us as they drank, laughed and danced around us, not even looking in our direction as the music thumped and vibrated off the walls. My hands were shaking; my heart was beating way too fast. I already knew they were going to hurt him. All I could think was that he’d said we could leave, Smith had said we could go, so why did Ankush have to do that?

“Please, please!” I screamed as one man held him and the other punched him over and over in the stomach. I grabbed at the one hitting him, trying to pull him away but Smith’s arms wrapped around me, lifting me off my feet and pulling me back a couple of paces.

“Door,” Smith snapped angrily.

The other guy nodded, and suddenly they were dragging Ankush away. I jerked out of Smith’s grasp and ran after them, still crying and screaming hysterically. They dragged him through a fire door. As I reached to try and help him again, Smith grabbed hold of my arm roughly and slammed the door behind him so we were outside on some sort of fire escape. He threw me backwards, making me lose my footing and stumble into the wall. The side of my head connected with the rough bricks; the pain and shock of it made my vision cloudy. I could feel the slight trickle of blood down the side of my face. I squeezed my eyes closed, fighting against the pain that was making my legs weak.

I could hear Ankush grunting and groaning, so I forced my eyes open against the blackness that was trying to engulf me.

I couldn’t breathe. This was like something out of a nightmare, a nightmare that I couldn’t escape from.

I needed to stop this – now. “What do you want? I’ve got money, I can get you money! Please?” I screamed. One of the guys pulled out a metal-looking thing like the police have; he snapped it out and started beating my already broken boyfriend with it. I heard the bones crack in his arm. “PLEASE STOP! I’ll do anything. PLEASE?” I screamed, gasping for breath. I crawled over to Ankush and wrapped my arms around his broken body.

“Run,” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenching tightly as he groaned.

“Ankush, please. You’re okay, it’s okay. I love you. Please,” I begged, sobbing against his bleeding face.

He winced and put his arm around me, digging his fingers into my back. “Run, Meera. Get away, please!”

Smjth’s hands clamped around my upper arms, pulling me to my feet and away from Ankush. The other two guys both bent and gripped Ankush’s arms, pulling him up too. He screamed as they touched him. The sound of his pain made my legs feel weak. Smith wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck while Ankush watched with a horrified expression on his face as he gasped for breath. Smith’s hand snaked up my side coming to rest on my breast, squeezing roughly. Before I knew it was going to happen, I bent over and was violently sick.

He laughed wickedly and pulled me back to him roughly, his chest pressing against my back. “I’m going to enjoy fucking your girlfriend and hearing her scream for you,” he said to Ankush.

Ankush started struggling again even though he was probably in indescribable amounts of pain. The three guys laughed at him as he continued his futile struggle, shouting a string of expletives. “You have anything you want to say to your boyfriend?” Smith whispered in my ear.

Anything I want to say… Please let this be over, please just leave us so I can get some help. “I love you,” I croaked through my sobs.

“I love you too,” Ankush whispered.

Smith nodded at his guys, and they lifted  off Ankush of his feet as if he weighed nothing at all. I tried to jerk forward but Smith had me pinned in place against him. I didn’t even get time to think about what was about to happen next, it all happened so fast that I could barely even comprehend it. The two guys carried Ankush back a couple of feet and then threw him off the fire escape.

My heart stopped. Did they just throw him off the… No. No way. This had to be a dream; the worst dream I’d ever had in my life. I needed to wake up, I couldn’t take this. My ears registered his scream as it sounded for a couple of seconds during his fall. I heard a muffled thump and then all that was left was the echo of the music coming from the club behind me.

I couldn’t breathe. My heart was breaking into a million pieces as I replayed the last couple of seconds in my head. In my mind’s eye, I saw Ankush’s face as the two guys’ hands left his body and he started falling. I’d never seen anyone look more terrified or helpless.

I threw off Smith’s hold and ran towards the railing, praying that he was somehow okay, praying that this was some kind of joke or dream and that I wasn’t going to see the love of my life when I looked down.

I wasn’t that lucky though. As I leant over the railing and squinted through my tears, I saw the worst image I had ever seen in my life. Ankush was sprawled out on the floor with a pool of blood seeping out underneath him. His arms and legs were at impossible angles; he wasn’t moving.

The pain in my heart doubled as my whole body seemed to go cold. We were three floors up; he wouldn’t have survived that after the beating he’d just sustained. The way he was lying there, motionless, I could tell there was no hope. He was gone.

I turned away quickly and was sick again. I was hyperventilating, struggling to draw breath as the image refused to leave my mind. My legs wouldn’t support me anymore, so I slumped into the pool of my own vomit. Silent tears fell down my face as my heart shattered into a million pieces.

The love of my life was dead.....

  I woke up screaming. I’d been dreaming about Smith again as usual. My heart was pounding in my ears as I sat up, panting, trying to get my breath back the same as I did every night. I raised my knees up and put my head between them.

Suddenly my door burst open and the lights flicked on, almost blinding me. I whimpered in surprise but looked up to see Riyansh in just his boxer shorts....

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