His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 16

Present

Camille

“Maura, please…” Before I could finish the sentence, Michael ripped my t-shirt off my body, causing me to freeze in shock. Defeated, I squeezed my eyes, falling to my knees and begging for help. 

 

“Come here, bitch!” Michael grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my feet. Grinding my teeth, I snatched the wine bottle off the table and slammed it right into his head, causing him to bleed. A moment later, he reached out to touch his head and looked at his hand with horror. The next second, his eyes rolled back in his head before his body landed on the ground. 

 

I heard people suck into breath behind me as I was still holding a broken wine bottle and blood was trickling from it. Michael lay flat on the floor. I stared at his body as he remained motionless. His blood spread slowly across the white, pristine floor. 

 

“Is he dead?” the redhead asked, her voice filled with fear. 

 

“What have you done?” Maura exclaimed as she stepped next to me. “Shit!” she softly kicked Michael’s body with her heels to check him. “Oh no, he’s not moving,” she exclaimed when Michael didn’t respond. 

 

Suddenly, the pit of my stomach dropped when a police siren blared in the room. 

 

“Police!” cries filled the air and people rushed here and there. 

 

“Who the fuck has called the police?” Maura gritted her teeth. 

 

“And the drugs?” Red-headed roared, watching Maura for direction. 

 

“Get them flushed in the toilet,” Maura ordered with clenched teeth. “You caused this.” She snarled at me. 

 

“He was trying to rape me.” I pounced with rage.

 

Suddenly, a police officer stormed inside and shouted, “Hands up, everybody!” He surveyed his surroundings before his eyes landed on the body on the ground. “Arrest her.” As soon as he saw the broken bottle I held, he nodded at me. 

 

A constable rushed towards me before he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back and handcuffed me. 

 

“I didn’t mean to do this,” I told him when they dragged me away. “He was trying to rape me...” 

 

“No! She’s psychotic!” Maura yelled out, cutting me off. “She also killed a boy eight years ago. You can check her criminal records if you don’t believe.” 

 

“How could you possibly treat me this way, Maura?” I growled at her. “You...” I jerked myself free so that I could strangle her slender neck. She had been such a bitch. I had never expected her to get so low as to torture me. 

 

“Put her into the car,” Officer ordered before the constable took me out and shoved me into the car roughly. I saw Maura who was smirking in triumph like she had planned everything and it ran smoothly. 

 

“I didn’t do this,” I told the cops quietly, but they completely ignored me.

 

 

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It was a dark and cold room, and I was sitting on the rough floor, hugging my body. My clothes ripped and my wound was untreated. I didn’t know how long I would be caged in prison, but it seemed like ages. I was experiencing the same thing that I had experienced eight years ago when I killed Samuel. 

 

It surprised me how relaxed I felt in this room. I felt an unusual peace within me despite the cold, having no food for hours, and not being able to fall asleep. But it hurt me to find no one there for me. 

 

As I leaned against the wall, I stared blankly at the ceiling. People hated me and resented me even though I wasn’t that person. Not even my family wanted anything to do with me. 

 

After that night, everything in my world changed. Sleeping with Samuel proved to be a mistake. I never intended to go with him. Otherwise, my life would have been very different. I wouldn’t have been raped, he wouldn’t have filmed me, and Rika would have been with me. Since Samuel got what he deserved, I never regretted killing him. He deserved to die after what he had done to us. 

 

“Cami!” Archie called out as he entered the cell.

 

“Archie,” I whispered, getting up to my feet and shocked to see him here. “How you…”

 

“What the fuck is that?” he growled and quickly embraced my body. Suddenly, tears gathered in my eyes at his gesture. Keeping me in his arms, he caressed my hair as if he knew just how much I needed love and care at that moment. From the inside, I was deeply broken. My heart had been longing to be loved and cared for a long time. “There is a part of me that wants to kill my sister. She’s a fucking witch.” 

 

“I didn’t intend to do that,” I said. “He was trying to rape me.” 

 

“I know,” he sighed before pulling himself back and looking into my eyes.

 

“Is he dead?” I asked cautiously.

 

“Who cares!” he shook his head in frustration and ran his fingers through his hair. “He is not dead, but he got a serious wound in his head.”

 

We said nothing as we kept quiet for a while. 

 

“Cami...” whispered Archie, looking somewhat disturbed. “It took me a couple of days to get you out of here. As much as I hate to see you here, I can’t break rules.” His face was worried and his eyes were searching for me. “Scott has enough power to take you out of this shit, but I know he will never do this. I talked to him in the morning and he was pleased to hear this news.” He squeezed my shoulder with genuine concern as he said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you stay here for long. I’ll get you out of this mess as soon as I can, Camille.” 

 

“Why do you care when no one cares about me?” My voice was constricted.

 

“No one cares, but I do care, Cami.” He grinned when I broke into a smile. “Your smile is so beautiful. I want to return to you.”

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