Capítulo 32: Chapter 32: Incoherent
Armstrong!!! She squealed, her hands trembly hanging mid-air as a shield. Her body quivered from fear. She can feel a figure covering her but she is too scared to open her eyes.
It was so unbelievable how Armstrong who wanted to have Mellisa dead, is also the one saving her again. The men already watched in amusement as Mellisa and Banshee the dog were acting like the two were in some kind of wrestling. Mellisa tries to save herself by thinking she will be able to read Banshee's moves and Banshee watches every move of her and waits for the right time to attack her.
And once Banshee saw an opportunity after glaring scornfully at her, it stretched and howled before jumping on her, but before Banshee will land on her, Armstrong blocked Banshee's attack by speedily pushing Mellisa out of the way and causing Banshee to slam itself on the wall and growls.
Armstrong watched Mellisa shiver as her shoulder started to shake, as he held her together. He shook his head; this is just a test and she is already in a fright and feeble state.
"She is calm now, you can open your eyes."
Armstrong's husky voice echoed in her head, his voice like a whisper in the darkness, sending chills down her spine, the feelings of an eyes watching her and remaining her to beware of what lurking in the shadow. Waking up from her zombie state, her head quiver like she wanted to snap herself out of the shock.
Mellisa slowly lifted her eyes and when he saw the man holding her shoulder and steadily her. She stared deeply at him, confused at this incomprehensible man. Her hands keep tucking in and in, inside his black leather coat. Fear already gripped her whole system and she wanted to hide herself in his coat. The horrible experience she has found herself the previous times finally bubbled up and clouded her. She couldn't stand it.
Her heart was pounding heavily, her adrenaline was hushed, and her brain was in a total mess. Horror shot out from her eyes. Everything she had experienced came beating at her heart. She is at her deepest core and she can't stand it again.
Armstrong saw the terror written and nod his head. This is the beginning, he sneered, leaning over to her face which was still in a frozen state.
"Can you stop squirming now?
Mellisa slowly released her grip on his coat, still thunderstruck at what just happened, so she slowly glimpse over from Armstrong's core, and when she saw the dog still snarling, she quickly hide her face inside Armstrong's waistcoat.
She was torn between comprehending who exactly Armstrong is and what his issue with her is. Was he, not the one that called his crazy dog on her? What an incoherent man. She felt like she was a second lost, then the scene that played earlier clouded her mind and she shut her eyes amidst quailing.
Armstrong exhaled heavily and furrowed his brows as fragile Mellisa won't let go of him. This isn't him. What is stopping him from flinging this incognito girl away from him? He closed his eyes to calm himself down, took a relaxing breath and when he realized he is back to his normal humane aura, he opened his eyes; ran his finger across his hair, and beckoned on Boyld to come to get Mellisa.
Samie and Boyld was the one who rushed quickly when they saw Armstrong beckoning for them to come.
"That was a good show you put up there Mell." Samie clapped his hands across.
"Can you just be serious Samie, she almost lost her life." Boyld scowled at him.
"And did she die?
"But she looks terrified." Boyld retorted
"You two can smooch her all you want, but for now just shut the fuck up and get her off me." Armstrong deadpan.
"Hey Hey Hey. It's okay; relax." Samie whispered in her ear but Mellisa refused to let go of Armstrong's waistcoat.
"Hey kitten, you are suffocating me." Armstrong held her two trembling hands up, and when she looks up at him again, he smirks and dropped her hands, leaving her to Samie and Boyld's mercy.
Samie gradually lift her, holding her two shoulders and steadily bringing her back to the dining table; but Banshee wasn't having it as it kept wriggling and struggling to free itself from Raiden who was holding it still. Something in Mellisa must have triggered its uncomfortable state as it kept howling and snarling in her direction to the surprise of the other men, only Armstrong maintain his cool.
"Come here." He beckon on Banshee, then Rai released it and it jumped straight to Armstrong's arms. He started stroking its fur. "I know, she is mysterious, right? Banshee barked and howled again and Armstrong nodded satisfactorily.
Mellisa sits still. Death got nothing on her now, she had already been through a lot that should break her. She felt dizzy and nauseous. Gosh, she feels like puking. She covers her mouth as the urge becomes intense. Boyld quickly pulled her out of the dining room, luckily for her, there was a convenience space, and there, she bend her head over and puked her whole body out.
She felt a hand stroking her back, and after a while, she raised her face only to meet Rhoda. She closed her eyes to gather her though, then she took a quick breath and stood up. Rhoda handed her a bottle of warm water and she rinse her mouth with it, then she opened another and mixed eucalyptus oil in it and gave her, which she took.
"You will be fine trust me." Rhoda assuredly smiles at her, but Mellisa regretfully shook her head. How can she be alright when her life kept flashing through her eyes every single time she felt she was already coming through? She doesn't have the strength to indulge in any conversation because the anger piled up in her right now, she wants to voice out, scream out, said venomous words but Rhoda is not the rightful person to vent on. She won't transfer her aggression to the only person who treats her with care.
She glared at Boyld, then at Samie, then at Ramsey, and finally back at Boyld. Those three make her trust them for a moment only to sit and watched her get almost bitten to death by that crazy bitch. She felt her emotions building up again. She felt stupid to feel at ease with them and have to think she trusts them. Without saying much to Rhoda, she simply nodded and went back to her seat.
"Hand it over." Armstrong stretched out his hands immediately Mellisa took her seat.
Puzzled at Armstrong's sudden action, Mellisa ignored him but when he bangs on the table thereby startling her, that's when Mellisa knows he wasn't joking when he said "Hand it over." But the question is hand over what?
"Is there another way you want to torture me? What else do you want to do to me? Can't you see how sick and tired I am? She rolled her eyes.
Armstrong nodded satisfactorily, extending his hand.
"Hand it over."
"You already said you are the one to kill me, so do it and stop acting childish. Do what you are known for. What else are you waiting for; your meal is here, finish what you started." She blurted out.
"Mellisa," Boyld yelled out her name.
"What!!! And you three." She pointed at Boyld, Ramsey, and Samie. "You guys are worst than the bite of a snake. You three made me trust you; all those looking after me like I'm dying are just for you guys to bring me out for your fun." Her glares swirl at the three and she can see something flash through their eyes like regret before it returns to a scowl.
"Your entrance is the one which disorganized us, can't you tell? Should I spell it out for you?" Arson point at her "You; wherever you are uprooted from is one mysterious girl."
"What proof do you have for all this accusation?
"If I should bring prove, do you think you will survive the next seconds?" Calton threw a lingering look mixed with a scowl.
Banshee barked and howled in her direction and she flinched, Armstrong sneered, leaning towards her, and when he was a bit closer, he graze his fingers from her neck, examining every feature and Mellisa was paralyzed again. Whatever it is he is doing now or going to do later she knows she doesn't stand a chance to challenge him again.
"Just kill me and stop all this please." Her voice cracked, and the tears she had been forcing back, came rushing like floodgates. Without saying anything to her, Armstrong dragged the necklace around her neck and it came out at once.
He lift it, took seconds to examine it, and finally tossed it on the table to the surprise of the men. Even Raiden who has been quiet all this while, watching events unfold was taken aback and he grabbed the necklace, anger flares up in his eyes.
"Where did you get this? His voice thundered in Mellisa's ear and she was still at his question.
"Can't you tell? Where exactly can someone get an original gold necklace? Gosh." She hissed and Mellisa can see Armstrong clenched his fist like he is stopping himself from punching her face.
"Stop being cheeky now." Armstrong deadpan.
"Even a stupid person knows necklaces are gotten from a jewelry shop. Where exactly will those come from?
Armstrong grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him and she yelp in pain.
"Repeat that for me."
"Repeat what? She tried to free herself but not even in her dreams will she be able to wriggle free from Armstrong's grip.
"Your stupid and cheeky blabbering! Come on! repeat that for me! What happened to your confidence? huh! Repeat that for me." He leans his ear closer her to face.
His face didn't move an inch to show how serious he was, she looked up and see his cold stone expression, that was when she know he wasn't playing, it was written over him. The urge to strangle her to death flares up in his eyes.
Her throat croaked and she swallowed a bile of lump and shook her head, biting her lower lips to suppress the tears from dropping.
"It was a gift." She breaks down in tears
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