BROKEN

BROKEN

I wish there was a bullet in the gun. I sat on a wooden bench in his room and watched them for about an hour. He had cummed inside of her a few times.

They were both exhausted. Their bodies were sweaty, and their faces were covered in sweat. Emily had cried her eyes out. Her eyes were red and swollen. Calvin was going at a slow pace now.

"Stop! Stop! Just get out of here!" I screamed at both of them. They both fell off the bed, panting as they glared at me. They were looking around the room for their clothes.

"There's no need to look for your clothes; run for your lives!" I shrieked, I will still make their lives a living hell. I won’t rest until I kill Calvin.

"But this is my house," Calvin replied, staring at me. Emily had run out of the room.

"No, this is my house, and I said get out!" I said he was slowly burning with rage; veins were throbbing on his neck, and the tip of his dick had a small stain of blood. He would have died.

"Get out of my face, asshole!" I shouted, and my phone started ringing in my pocket.

"Just go!! Get out of my sight!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. My head was hurting. I was going crazy, and my ringing tone was adding to my pain. He stole a glance at me one more time and ran out of the room. I reached for my bag to take my phone when two of my boys ran into the room. They were my bodyguards. Their names were Chris and Jake.

They looked around the room and at the wet bed. "Queen, we have bad news," Chris said he was more handsome and hotter than Calvin, and he had a good build and was a skilled fighter. They were both taller than me, although I was wearing heels.

"... what’s wrong?" I asked, looking up at them and fighting back the tears that were trying to come out of my eyes.

"It’s your father. He is at the hospital. He was in a car accident." Chris said. My heart skipped a beat. I could barely walk. I was having an adrenaline rush. I was feeling a lot of emotions, and a lot of thoughts were flooding my mind. I tried to walk over to them and nearly fell when they both leapt forward, but Jake caught me in his strong arms.

"Queen, are you alright?" He asked in a coaxing voice. I have been hurt, and now my dad is in the hospital.

"Take me to the hospital," I said in a shaky voice as I let go of the gun, which fell to the floor. They were both looking at me with worried eyes. They were always worried if I was sad, and they would try to hurt anyone who hurt me. Jake scooped me up, and I stood back up on my feet. As hot tears started streaming down my cheeks, burning my eyes, they both looked stunned.

They hadn’t seen me cry before, but I was emotionally broken, and now my dad was at the hospital. Could my day get any worse? I spun Jake around and jumped on his back. He looked stunned as I wrapped my hand around his neck. He grabbed my leg and carried me on his back.

I rested my head on the side of his neck and released my grip on his neck as he began walking out of the room. I couldn't help but cry. I had tortured them, but I was still hurting inside. I hate men! I hate them! I hate Calvin! I hate him! I screamed in my head as we arrived at the garage. He put me down, and I got into their car. Calvin’s car was no longer in the garage. Jake sat next to me as Chris was about to enter the front seat of the car. He held the door.

"Go and lock the door of the apartment and bring the key to me," I told Chris.

"Yes, Queen." He said and walked away. I waited there, resting my head on Jake’s shoulder, as I felt a sense of security. He was trying his best not to hold me without my permission. I had to take revenge on Calvin. He'll never get away with this and Emily. I will take back all the things I got for her. I subconsciously grabbed tightly onto Jake’s clothes.

"Um, queen, you are..." he hesitated to speak.

"Sorry," I said in a low tone and turned away from him, resting my head on the seat of the car as I slowly closed my eyes.

I was woken up by a tap on the shoulder. I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and saw Jake and Chris staring at me with pitiful eyes. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and sat up as I realized I was still in the car, and they were standing outside the car. I looked around at my surroundings. We were in the hospital lobby, and there were a lot of police cars there as well. I held Chris' hand as I got out of the car. The sky was getting dark. I guess it was the evening. I had been sleeping for a long time.

"How... is my dad?" I asked, staring at Chris. "He is in the emergency room getting treated by the doctors." He replied.

"How did this happen? How did he get into an accident?" I asked.

Chris started looking around. "There is this police officer that was at the scene of the accident. I am still trying to get in touch with him. I think he is somewhere around here." Chris said, still looking around the lobby. My eyes widened.

"Does that mean he was the one that tried to kill my father?" I inquired.

"No, no, he is..." I cut in.

"He is what! Where the hell is he? What is his name?" I asked rudely.