Hi everyone, this is part two of my story titled "Shackled" (Book 2). The boys are big and they have their own entertaining stories to tell. Please check out the first part before reading this one if you are new to this book. This book will be mostl...
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Zane's P.O.V
My father looked menacingly at me after declaring that he was going to kill me. My unborn child started crying when he couldn't sense his father anymore. I groaned when he started kicking me in anger. I was doing my best to hide my pregnancy from my father. I wanted to save my son, but it looked like he wanted my father to know that he existed.
My father drew his sword when he noticed that I wasn't afraid of him. I looked in shock at Robert when the sword's light hit his face. Robert had a deep cut on his forehead, and it was still bleeding. It seemed like Robert's head had crashed into the steering wheel. The airbag should have opened when the other car collided with us, but it didn't. It looked like my father had made sure that Robert couldn't help me.
I pushed Robert behind me then uttered: "Robert has nothing to do with our family, father. Let him go." My father chuckled then asked me while shaking his head, "Do you think that I'm crazy, Zane. Why would I let a blabbermouth like him escape?" Robert grabbed my arm suddenly, then whispered: "Forget about me, Zane. You are indispensable to the Zelus family. Please, don't waste your time and energy worrying about me. Just find a way to save yourself."
I looked in anger at Robert then yelled: "Shut up, Robert!" Robert took a step back when he sensed how angry I was. I couldn't believe that Robert was asking me to save myself while he had done so much for me. My father groaned loudly suddenly then yelled, "Do you two think that I'm playing a game here?" My father was just about to cast a spell to injure me when we heard someone screaming outside. My father looked in shock at me, then disappeared. I quickly took my handkerchief out of my pocket then tried to clean Robert's face.
Robert grabbed my hand to stop me. He then uttered: "Please stop showing me compassion, Zane. I don't know how to repay you." I ignored Robert's pleas then tried to clean his wound as much as I could. My child started bawling when the scent of my best friend hit him. I tried to calm him down by stroking my stomach, but it didn't help. I couldn't even concentrate on my task with all his crying.
