Romans & histoires How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood

I gritted my teeth as the burning rage emits in my eye. How dare them. How dare them toy with my life. How dare them take away Droon from me. How dare them play with destiny. I swear, whoever they are I will make sure to erase them from this world. I will annihilate them from the core. No one will decide on my destiny, I will not let anyone toy with my life, I will not dance on their palm, and play on their tune. I didn’t realize that as I was clenching my fist really hard, blood started to flow down my hands.

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

I spit some blood with vigorous coughs. "You, bitch!!!" I heard Lucifer Miller, the biased mafia kind of the underworld crying in anger before his feet met with my face. "How dare you?" He kicked me on the nose so hard that darkness spread in front of my vision and my ears bled with a beeping noise and came to a thrilling halt as I lost my ability to withstand his beating. Tbc…

Standing up I seethe, not breaking Scarlett's eye contact making it clear. " I did a Sin." " What Sin Ardo! What are you even saying! Show it to me !" I pull back my hand from her. Letting blood to drop on the Italian tiles. Each drop making her eyes to blink. As she stared at then. " I did a Sin Cam. And I am afraid." " Only blood can wash it away" Slamming my fist back on the half cracked table. I let a deafening silence to follow. As sound of glass breaking echoes everywhere.

I shrugged. Too long have I let myself stay behind the shadow and let him shine, I was not going to make the same mistake as Lily. I am not weak like Lily. “And what exactly is that?” He asks. “Shine” I tapped him on the nose and joyfully walked again. I love when I get on his nerves, if I can’t get him to love me again then I can certainly make him fear me. I found his little slut standing alone by a table, drinking from the glass in her hand.

“Unbelievable.” I stand abruptly, the chair scraping the floor. The noise makes a few heads turn. My hand curls around my empty beer bottle, and for a second, I think about hurling it against the wall. Instead, I set it down too hard, the glass cracking under my palm. Blood wells where it splits my skin. Killian jumps up. “Hey! You’re bleeding, man.”I look at my hand, flex my fingers once, then let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Guess I am.”

I held my chair to gain strength because of my trembling knees while continuously swallowing the nervousness in my body. I can’t really take even a minute to watch him that mad as if he’s ready to burry someone alive. “Why the fuck are you still denying it?” Yadiel hissed, soul was burning and loosens his necktie to get some air. “I don’t have to explain myself anymore. She’s not even that sexy,” Mr. Whitlock shrugged his shoulders. That made my blood boils, but before I could even react, Yadiel walks his way to him angrily, brows were narrowed while releasing and inhaling a large amount of breath.

And I was pretty much useless and in no state currently to defend myself! I attempted to leave the bed but I let out a sharp cry in pain when the wires attached to my hand tugged on my veins. Before I knew it, I started sobbing in pain and frustration. I looked at my hand and saw slight trickles of blood from the spot where the wires were attached to my hand. My door slammed open and I looked up to see Dylan and Darius rush in, in panic. My eyes produced fresh tears again as I sighted familiar people. “Ma’am, are you alright?!”

Pain exploded in my gut—I couldn't shield the baby. Blood spilled fast, pooling under me. I screamed, broken. "Steven Garrett. Peggy Shane. You're gonna pay for this," I sobbed. I didn't even hate him when he cheated. But now? I wanted them both dead. Peggy kept filming, smug as ever. "Look, Steven. She's still acting tough. Doesn't even know she's wrong." Steven grabbed a stick and cracked it across my head. "Do you get it now?" Everything spun. My vision blurred.

How could I allow myself to bleed carelessly? It was thrumming with pain, but I slowly moved my left hand behind me. Maybe I could break the trance the Vampire Lord was in. He took one step closer, and I nearly screamed in exasperation. That didn't work. I looked around, and there was no means of escape. I was truly fucked.