Capítulo 10: E6: Mercy
RUTH:
After the call disconnected, I felt like I couldn't feel my legs anymore, I just sank down shattered on the floor. It was like my whole world was spinning around me.
Nicholas Doherty?!
He killed my husband?!
He was in London?!
How did he find me?!
I made sure that I run away from his radar. I wasn't in America anymore. Far-far away from him and his power so how did he.... FIND ME?
Was he here alone?!
Were the Roerig brothers here too, with him?!
Were they planning onto coming together at me?!
I cannot go through the hell I went through four years back, again. My life... It had just started to piece up together.
My head was spinning with crazy thoughts coming back to back in my head with the memories of the past haunting me
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"I'm fucking going to paint your life in RED: the colour of love if you just love me back, but if you don't, then baby, I'll paint your life RED: the colour of BLOOD!"
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"No baby, OBSESSED is an understatement! I'm not just Obsessed with you, I fucking OWN YOU!"
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"I'm going to fucking kill everyone out there who isn't willing to let me have my way with you! Even if it's you, yourself, Ruth Walker"
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One by one, each of Mike's, Nick's and Eric's words rung into my ears as I started to pull out my hairs in tears.
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"You're Mine, Only Mine! All rights reserved!!"
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"You're Mine!
My Obsession, My dreams, My Hope, My Heart"
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"I OWN you Ruth, Every part of you belongs to me!
Your Mind
Your Body
Down to your Soul!!"
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These freaking haunting voices!! I clamped my ears shut, my eyes clenched tight shut too as heard each one of them howling at me one by one taking turns.
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"MINE!"
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"MINE!!"
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"MINE!!!"
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NO! NOO!!
The frustration right there got me to pick up my phone and smash it down the floor away from me!
"BRIIIIIIIIAAAAANNN!!"
I got down on my knees on the floor and started screaming and crying. But nothing helped. My husband, the love of my life, Brian.. He- he was GONE!
JUST LIKE THAT, HE WAS GONE!!
I kept sitting there, crying my eyes out talking to myself, and it wasn't long enough when I became a stone.
"No, this... This is a lie! It wasn't my Brian! It cannot be him! He killed a wrong guy! My husband is stuck at work, he is gonna come back for me! Sooner or.. later, he- he will come back for me!"
I hugged myself together and started to rock myself on the floor, with tears continuously streaming down my eyes.
I remained like that for almost an hour when I yet again collected myself together and faltered back to the gift box.
"This isn't my Brian's head! He got a wrong guy killed! This cannot be my Brian! He didn't look like this at all!"
I kept talking to myself going through the stuffs inside the gift box, when my hand found his finger, it was his ring finger where he had my name tatooed. I knew it was his finger, there was my wedding ring on it with my name printed in cursive below it.
I held onto that bloodied finger extremely tighter into my arms and started shaking with tears.
I cannot imagine my Brian gone. This was a shock I wasn't ready to take at all.
'A finger that carries your name, isn't allowed to stay put into the body! You know who you belong to!'
There was a note there soaked in Brian's blood. I can't put it into words how broken and shattered I was feeling there. It was as if I lost my everything, But soon I realised I had yet to loose a lot of things.... And I heard a massive explosion right next door.
The realisation hit me.
"IRENE!!"
My eyes became dried as I took a run towards my window and saw how Aunt Mary's house next door was bombed into ashes in moments.
"No...No...No...NOOO!! IREEEEENEE!!"
It was maybe the motherhood in me that the lifeless I was right there after knowing about my husband's death, I had somehow regained my energy and pulled out the door to immediately go upto the lift and press for the ground floor.
A few stories down and the lights suddenly went off, the lift froze in the middle.
I shouldn't have taken the lift!
I heard whistling sound. A man was whistling, I could make out from the music, he was whistling 'happy birthday to you...'
I became frozen, started banging against the lift door, although I was alone inside the lift, and I was safe until the time I was going to be inside the lift but... It was getting suffocating for me.
I lost my husband.. And the kind of explosion just happened, I was sure I lost my daughter too.
The whistling to the birthday song continued with the loud tapping of boots, that I could hear from outside the lift which got louder and louder.
The man was stepping closer and closer to me and stopped right before the elevator door.
I held my breath, with nowhere to run, I was trapped. It was just a matter of time when lights would be back on and the door would open.
I so wish that never happens!
I heard the man chuckle loudly.
"Please.. no! God. Please?"
I started praying heavens in tears when I heard the man's voice from outside.
"If God was to help baby, don't you think we all would be dead long long ago?"
I heard his voice, his chuckle and I knew who was it!
"M-Mike?!"
Tears rushed down my cheeks as I heard him chuckling away.
"Happy to know you still remember my voice, baby!"
I swallowed hard.
"P-please!" I begged crying out loud.
"Aww, are you impatient to see me that much?! Don't worry babe, I'll get you right in time!"
And as soon as he completed his sentence miraculously the lights were back on and the door to lift opened, revealing MICHEAL ROERIG right in front of me.. after four long years.
Although he was wearing a pair of goggles hiding his bloodshot eyes behind it but I know how they must be looking at me right now, and believe me it was scarier than my nightmares even in my imagination.
"Missed me babygirl?" He said with a sarcastic grin across his lips.
"I know I missed you a lot!"
"M-Mike... Michael.. I.. Please...?" I started stepping backwards, with nowhere to run or to hide.
"Seems like somebody put on weight? Is that your weight or is there a little child breathing inside you?"
A dangerous smirk curled up the corner of his lips when he asked me that nasty question.
"Please... Let me go...?" I breathed in slow whispers sobbing hard.
He soon came towards me and gripped tightly onto fistful of my hairs.
"Sure! If that's what you want!" He cursed and started to drag me towards the stairs pulling me from my hairs
"Aaaaaahhh!! Mik-Micheal please... It hurts!"
"Oh, does it?!"
He yanked me hard inside his fist and kept dragging me up the stairs from my hairs and once we reached my apartment he shoved me back on floor closing the door to my flat shut
I took the chance and immediately got up, running for my life towards my bedroom in order to lock myself up, but he was quick enough to hold me down in midway and clamped his fist around my mouth choking my breathes away.
"Shh... Babygirl..." I felt his lips and his warm breath fanning throughout my hairs as he whispered closer into me.
"...Lets take you back to where you belong!"
"Mmh... Mmmpphhh!"
I started struggling against his palm as hard as I could as he held me more tighter inside his embrace.
"Happy Birthday Babygirl!"
He mumbled into my ears, roaming his head all over my hairs, his voice came out in a very husky tone as he went his face all through my hairs, sniffing me into himself.
"Mmh...Mike"
Tears never stopped flowing down from my cheeks, I absolutely have zero idea of what he was to do with me in the next moment. I was scared.. very scared.
"Let's hear about the things we didn't discuss earlier. How would you wanna explain the child growing inside you, that doesn't belong to me?!"
"Mhh..."
I kept squirming inside his tight grip. He could snap my head off in a second and the kind of angry that he is right now, I'm afraid, he would exactly do that.
"How should I punish you, Babygirl?"
He removed some of my hairs from my neck and licked my neck. Circling over his lips, sucking my neck, biting and chewing on my skin.
"Please... STOP!!"
I screamed for him to stop, but he started to bite me hard, I could soon feel the blood oozing out from my neck.
"Ahhmmm.. Mike...!"
I screamed as he quickly turned me around and grabbing me all from my hairs he drove my body to my bed and threw me hard above it.
My scalp hurts, my hairs being pulled monstrously by him, it hurts. The kind of rough landing that my body had, my joints hurts too.
"Tell Me What Should I Do With You?"
He roared, glaring at me in the most horrific way.
"M-Mike, I can.. I can explain..."
I tried reasoning out with him. I know I did nothing wrong, but it was Micheal Roerig in front of me, and when he glares at me, I nod in a yes.
I'm afraid of him.
I'M VERY AFRAID OF HIM.
.....also, for what's coming for me after this.
"SHUT UP!!"
He shouts at me and I flinched backwards, clenching my eyes shut once tight.
"Lemme see what else have you been doing behind my back with that fucking husband of yours Baby!"
He smirked coming closer to me, grabbing my coat and then pulling it off of me ripping from placed in that struggle.
"Please.... No.. Micheal, please stop!"
I begged, cried, and screamed but I wasn't the one to be hoping for his mercy tonight. He kept shredding my coat off of me.
Soon, my coat left my body on the floor, and he looked at my dress that I was wearing..
"YOU FUCKING WHORE?!
Mike glared at me, growling right into my face, his hands clenched onto my hairs so very tightly and his other fist punched my face hard knocking the corner of my eye, making it bleed there.
"Ughhh!" I grunt in pain.
He soon used both of his hands and ripped down the black dress that I was wearing completely off of me, revealing my sexy lingerie that I planned to wear for Brian.
SHIT!
I was in a deep shit of trouble with that and I quickly looked up at Mike with my tear soaked pitty-full eyes.
His anger on me had now crossed the zenith. The corner of his lips twitched in anger as he got up from above me taking off his belt.
"Dressing like this for another man so he comes and fuck you in this? tsk.. tsk... Ruth!"
I looked at him in complete horror as he wrapped the belt multiple fold around his fist. The horror got me and I started crawling backwards.
"N-no! M-Mike.. I-I am.. I'm s-so-sor-"
He started chuckling hard and dark as I looked at him extremely scared and taken aback.
"May god have mercy on you tonight Babygirl..."
He said with a crooked smirk on his lips meanwhile I swallowed hard in fear watching him holding that belt.
"....Because I'm gonna show you none!"
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