Possession

33- Come Back

After cleaning the whole house, I went to sit near the window. My eyes stared aimlessly at the open view that greeted me. Open field with greenery and peace and silence. But somehow, the peace managed to unnerve me. I had started to get tired instead of loosing my feelings towards Liam. It was a harsh truth. But it was the truth.

It was hard for me to believe that Liam had gotten over us so easily. It was easy for him to accept Aster into his life with a kiss and vows. Then why was not it so easy for me and Rush?

As tears started to well up in my eyes, I gathered up my feelings and moved away from the window. My head had started to ruin my mood by going over and over again in Liam's direction.

As a distraction, I decided to work a bit. Coming over to the couch, I grabbed my laptop and started scrolling thorugh random sites for new ideas when I heard a crash.

The crash was so loud that I immediately jumped off the couch in attention. Scared and cautious, I moved towards the sound to find the source when I heard another loud crash.

The sound had come from our bedroom. It spooked me out even more that someone had managed to break through our doors without letting me know and entered our bedroom.

Suddenly my phone started ringing loudly. I hurried over the table to grab it to inform Rush or whoever it was on the other side of the call about the breakthrough. I had barely managed to press the pick button without looking at the screen to read the name of the caller when I was grabbed from behind only to be thrown against the glass statue sitting beside the wall.

My body clashed hard against it, rattling me and leaving me disheveled and in severe pain. Groaning in unbearable pain in my ribs, I struggled to turn over to see the attacker.

"You should have left when I gave you the chance." A menacing voice growled from behind, "Your stupidity has brought you to this point of no return."

I turned my face towards the voice only to come face to face with a pair of angry green eyes.

I blinked the tears away, trying to clear out my head and focus on the attacker who had come to bend down on the ground beside my head.

As I finally managed to blink away the tears, my head registered the face of the man in front of me.

"Mason?" I whispered in confusion.

Aster's father stared at me with an unknown furious emotion that I had never seen on his face. It felt like he was a completely different person, an evil person standing in front of me. I was scared of him.

"What is going on?" I croaked out while trying to turn on my back. For some reason, he wanted to kill me. Was it because of Aster and Liam?

The monstrosity in his eyes was too clear to be hidden by the fake facade of calmness that he was showing.

But I needed to bid my time and just... hope that Rush comes home early.

Please... come back home! I... save me.

I knew my prayers were futile. I was begging in my heart, convinced that this was my end and I would never get to see my lovers again. But he will not hear me. It was the middle of the day. Rush will not be back until the end of the day, even till midnight.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Mason grabbed my hair in a tight fist and slammed my head on the wall. Pain shot inside me immediately, almost blinding me and making me whimper and cry out.

"I gave you warnings! I gave you time and threats to get out of here before my patience runs out." Mason growled like a maniac. My hair were still clutched into his fist.

"I crushed your house to the ground. I did everything to make my daughter's life happy. I had to go through so much!, to make my Aster happy! But it clearly seems like you and Rush are surely not ready to take the fucking hint, are you?"

I whimpered and uttered a few words. They were almost inaudible even to my own ears.

I repeated them again, in a louder voice as pain started to pull me down harder, towards the edge of unconsciousness.

"Let me go." I begged, because I knew Rush could be in danger as well, "I and.. R.. Rush will leave." Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over my cheeks at the thought of Rush getting hurt, "Please."

"You will not be left alive to leave, you fucking bitch." Mason roared while standing up from the ground and kicking me in ribs with the tip of his shoe.

I immediately doubled over in pain while bursting up in tears.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate."

He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything.

Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

And I was scared. I was terrified.

As he took slow, predatory steps in my direction, while swinging the death rod in his hand, I had realized it was going to be the end of me.

"Count with me, darling." He said lovingly while coming to stand in front of my drooping eyes.

My fingers trembled on the cold floor, trying to stay conscious. This could not be my and Rush's end. I can not let him kill Rush.

He slammed the metal rod on the ground. The loud impact shook the ground beneath my ears, making me aware of its tons of heaviness which was easy for a werewolf to lift. Making me feel the terror that gripped my heart, knowing that one impact of this rod was enough to break multiple bones in my body and kill me.

"One." He counted. I tried to slither away, to get up, but my body did not let me to even lift my head from the ground. I was too weak. Too much pain.

"Two." He slammed the rod harder against the ground, this time, closer to me.

"Three." The words left his mouth, his hand lifted up with the rod in his hand, pulled it up like a bat in his hands, and slammed it in my head.