HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

A tear slips down my eyes when another person I recognize comes in through the door Paxton took out.

It is Paxton’s brother but I can’t remember his name. He doesn’t look as nice as he was looking the first day I saw him and I can’t help but think he is looking this stony at me because I rejected their offer of help or because I rejected his brother, Paxton.

I didn’t even know Paxton was harboring feelings for me and I never expected him to confess his feelings to me that way.

It was unbelievable and it was not the right time for me to venture into a relationship. I don’t even feel anything for him. Nothing related to love.

All I feel for him is just admiration. Nothing more.

I am not in the least way attracted to him.

Paxton comes in too and they stand in front of each other, whispering.

I have been here for hours even though I don’t know what the time says. I’m sure it should be past midnight but I can’t sleep. Not in this kind of situation. Not when I don’t even know if my son is alright and well.

Not when my stomach has been rumbling loudly and the host in my stomach feeding on the little left inside of me from last night’s meal. I haven’t eaten anything all morning.

“Let’s get rid of her”, his brother says to him and he shakes his head immediately as if expecting the suggestion.

“Why? She is of no use to us”, he says loudly with venom.

“No!” Paxton objects sharply.

“No? Why then did you ask me to come here? Why did you kidnap her? Remember she is also our enemy…”

“The enemy here is Bryan, not Celine”, Paxton grits his teeth in annoyance and my breathing becomes heavy.

“Bryan?” The brother scoffs and turns around in amusement. “Bryan is f***ing this bitch and you say she isn’t your enemy?”

I close my eyes when Paxton turns to look at me. It is still dark and I know he won’t make out the expression on my face even if he sees my eyes but I still can’t help it.

I had sex with Bryan because I feel something for him. Why would he use that against me?

“We are not killing her and that’s final”, he concludes stubbornly.

“Really?” The brother says, his tone laced with anger. “You want to keep her for yourself then and let her keep reminding you of the fact that she can never love you? What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you obsessed with this bitch?”

“I am not obsessed with her…”

“You are”, his brother insists.

“I am not”, Paxton stamps his feet on the floor furiously. They are no longer bothered about their raised voices. They started with a low tone so I won’t hear their conversation but now I can hear them loud and clear and I eventually open my eyes.

“You are”, the man pushes him and tries to go to the door but Paxton blocks his way. My heart begins to thump wildly in fear that they would fight each other because of me.

Obviously, they haven’t been on good terms and it’s all because of me.

“What else do you want from me, uhn? I have tried to prove myself worthy and how I am doing this just so you…”

“Until you kill her, you remain an outcast!” He spits in his face.

Silence ensues.

I am thinking they will hug each other, settle their differences and come kill me. But the next action shocks me to the bone.

Paxton hit his brother in the face and I gasp. The brother stumbles backward and grips himself before charging at him.

They begin to throw punches and curses at each other and I am scared he will kill him.

I begin to cry, wanting to shout at them to stop fighting each other. But when I remember the cause of the fight, I stop crying and refrain myself from shouting.

They want to kill me. They can keep on fighting for as long as they want.

I will make good use of this opportunity. I need to escape while they are at it. By the time they are exhausted, I will be gone.

Slowly, ignoring the loud pounding in my heart, I release the rope tied around my legs.

My hands have been freed of the rope ever since Paxton heard the rumbling of my stomach and he ordered his men to bring me something to eat.

It is evidence enough that he still cares but I don’t care. He cares but he doesn’t care whether I am hurt or not. I am sure he is going to do something very terrible to me and my life will never remain the same again.

All along, I thought Bryan was the bad man. I never knew Paxton was the fake and bad one who has been pretending all along just to get me.

I rise after the rope is off my legs. When I turn back, looking for where to take, I see a window at the far end of the room.

I turn back to see Paxton and his brother still fighting each other, rolling and grunting. In a haste, I begin to run towards the window, careful not to alert them of my escape intentions.

I get there and unlock the window, push it backward. Cold air brushes past my face and I throw myself over it before realizing that we are on the second floor.

A sob escapes me as I hang halfway. Why the hell didn’t I check well before stepping out of the room and hanging halfway when the ground is still far away?

My hands hold the window edges firmly, thinking of what to do. If Paxton stops fighting with his brother now and notices my absence, he will check the window first because it is open and it is the only place I can take out. If he sees me hanging here, he might as well push me off and I will die.

This is what he wants. What do they want, right? They want me to die for not accepting him.

Fuck! I curse, my legs dangling, my insides in total disarray, and my heart almost bursting out of my chest.

I look down to see if there is any form of manipulation to take down but there isn’t one except for the edge of the next window which is a bit far.

My hands are becoming tired from gripping and I feel like giving up already. I am exhausted and I feel dehydrated.

Just then, I hear a shout and my ears are on alert, my eyes wide open, wondering if my presence has been noticed.

Instead of more shouts from a familiar voice, I hear gunshots instead and another familiar voice I don’t expect to hear.

Bryan.

Bryan’s voice.

Bryan is here.

“Surround the building!” Another voice orders from below and I look down to see the older version of Bryan.

His father. The man I haven’t seen more than twice.

Lots of men dressed in black surround the building and more gunshots are fired, making me jerk upright, conscious of where I am.

My face is red. My limbs are tired. My throw is dry.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Where the hell is Bryan talking from? Where is he? How can I notify him of my presence here?

I hear people running and more gunshots. But I can’t hear Bryan’s voice. All the voices are distant now.

I don’t know how he got to know I am here but I am glad he came to rescue me even though I might not survive it because my eyes are becoming smaller.

Every bit of strength in me is exhausted. And my eyes are closing on their own accord now.

“Celine!” A voice yells out my name.

Bryan! I think as I force myself to open my eyes more widely all to no avail.

He is close to me. His voice is coming from somewhere close.

“Celine, where are you?” He shouts again and this is when it dawns on me that he is in the room where I was tired a few minutes ago.

Maybe he has been searching for me all around after shooting Paxton and his brother, all to no avail. I am so sure they have been shot because I can’t hear their voices again.

“Bryan!” My voice is faint and I doubt if he will hear me.

Any moment from now, I might lose grip on the windows and fall.

“Bryan!”

“Celine!”

From nowhere, something grabs me and my hands are free even though they are now stiff and cold and red.

I can barely see now. Everywhere has suddenly become white and Bryan shouts into my ears.

“Celine.”

I try to see if he is the one who caught me and if he is the one holding onto me but I can’t see anything but white.

I can’t see his face. I wish I could before I die. But his face is figureless and shapeless and I am seeing nothing but white.

“Celine!” He yells again, this time more loudly but the only way I can respond to him is to let the darkness elude me into unconsciousness.