In the dark

Gwen's pov

I stepped back in shock, why is he here, injured and almost lifeless. I should call the police, I stepped closer and used the rod to nudge him but he didn't move.

My eyes widened, is he dead?

I quickly crouched down beside him and shook him. “Mr Márquez”

“Mr Márquez” I called again but I got in reply with a cold metal against my side. I looked down and a gin was pressed against my side.

“Don't move or scream” his voice came, he was alive. This bastard.

I gulped in fear, I was shaking with fear. “Okay” my voice was laced with fear. “You need to go to the hospital Mr Márquez, you are hurt” I said and tried to move away from him.

“Don't fucking move”

I nodded my head, “is there anyone else with you, in your house” he asked, he grunted out half of his words.

“I..I..” I stuttered, I don't want him in my house.

“Don't you dare lie” he cocked the gun.

“It is only me, my dad is in the hospital” I blunted out in fear, he could kill me. I am starting to feel the fear Polly had for him.

“Good, Now you will help me inside. And don't act smart, Chiquita. It won't end well”. He said, as if he owned the place. “Understand?”

I nodded vigorously, tears are already trickling the back of my eyes. I don't want to die. “Use your words, you have got a smart mouth on you” he clutched his side, he still doesn't lower his guard.

“Yes” my voice came out shaky. He tries to get up but drops back, groaning in pain. I quickly put my arms around him.

We made it inside the bakery after a lot of struggle on my side. He has a lot of weight, He practically dropped his weight on me.

Without talking much, we made it to a spare room upstairs which was next to mine. I helped him settle on the bed.

“I will go get a first aid kit” I said, walking away from him, He didn't respond as I walked out the door. I grabbed the box which was in our storage room. I should call the police but what will I say?

Oh since Polly said he is a dangerous man, the police should come get him, after all he threatened me. And he forced me to take him into my home.

I rang the sheriff's office and a female picked up, “Hello what is your emergency?”

“A man forcefully came into my home, his name is Cristóbal Már….” I whispered into my phone, but before I could complete his name. The call ended.

What just happened, didn't she hear me. I dialled again but I didn't get any answers, after three more failed attempts I made my way into the room.

I heard his gun cocked, which made me glanced up. I stumbled back in fear, “what took you so long” his voice came out low and weak.

“I was looking for the first aid kit” I lied.

He laughed, it was not joyful. It doesn't even carry any emotion. It's just like maniac’s. “Don't take me for a fool, Myra. You just graduated from University with a nursing degree, how could you not know where the first aid kit is? Hmm”. How did he know I had a nursing degree, did he make a background check on me.

“I swear, I was looking for the….”

“Shut the f**k up!. Did you call the police?”

“I didn't”

“Liar, I won't ask again and if you lie again. I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your skull”

“I…yes, I did. I was scared…. And she didn't even listen to me” I stuttered, he placed the gun down beside him. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

“Come here” he said, I quickly moved to the bed. “Where is your phone?” He asked.

“Wait.. why” I stepped away from the bed.

“Give me your phone” he said, his tone leaves no chance for argument.

I removed my phone from my back pocket, and placed it on his outstretched palm. The next thing he did was to smash it on the wall.

“What the hell, did you just smash my phone?” I cursed, glaring at him. If I could rip his head off, I would.

“Have you forgotten this?” he palmed the gun. “You don't get to question me”.

I could only boil with anger, “Now be a good girl and get to work” he sat up, his eyes closed, pain was evident in his face.

I opened the first aid box and brought out a trauma shear. I cut out the cloth in the affected area in his stomach.

It was a knife cut, it was large and deep. “Who stabbed you like this,” I asked as I cleaned the wound. He hissed out pain when cotton wool hit his wound surface.

“None of your business” he bit out, as he tried not to show the pain. I pour some antiseptic on a new cotton wool, I should only use antiseptic once but it won't be bad if I get back at him.

“Coño!” (Damn/f**k”) he threw his head back, I don't know a lot of Spanish but by the sound of it, he just cursed.

I was about to put back the cotton on his wound when he grabbed my hand. “Did you do that on purpose?” he gritted out, his eyebrows shot up. He was mad.

“What? no, I was only trying to help you” I lied through my teeth. I made sure my expression didn't give anything away.

He nodded with a smirk playing on his lips, “I know what you are doing Myra, Don't play me like that again. Never” he said firmly. His eyes were hard, he was serious.

After I stitched his wound, I heaved out a breath, Thankfully he didn't find anything annoying. He just watched my every movement in silence.

“I am done” I said as I picked the first aid box, “I will get you some clothes”,I spoke again.

He didn't respond to me, so I walked out of the room. When I returned he had already passed out.