HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

I burst into the house, racing for the telephone wire ringing nonstop and wiping the tears blinding me.

I have been hearing the loud ringing sound of the telephone right from when I dropped from the cab. The apartment is the first apartment facing the driveway and the ringing wasn’t loud enough until I was close by.

Without thinking of who is calling, I pick up the telephone so the ringing can stop and I can quietly bawl my eyes out without any distractions or interference afterward.

“Celine”, Bryan’s husky voice calls me as I glue the phone to my ears before I can even say a word.

My hand trembles a little as I blink to be sure this isn’t a dream and it is indeed Bryan calling.

My heart begins to pound wildly in my chest. He knows I am out of his house already, that’s why he is calling my home phone. How the hell did he get the number?

“I give you 20 minutes to get back here or you will have yourself to blame for whatever happens to your insane boyfriend”, he threatens quickly while I stand shaking like a leaf, unable to say a word.

I am making an effort not to make a sound or cry out so he won’t hear.

“I know you are in there and if you don’t take my words seriously…” he trails off. “You know me and you know what I can do”, he finishes and hangs up.

More tears spill from my eyes as I drop the telephone, a sob escaping me and I lower myself to the floor.

Bryan wants to kill Paxton. He can kill him. I shouldn’t have left.

Instead of thinking of what to do, I am blaming myself for what happened. I am feeling guilty for abandoning the most important persons in my life over there and running away just because I wanted to save my life.

I have no idea what made me this scared. Bryan had tortured me for so many years and whatever torture is to come after this won’t surpass what I have gone through.

Why then did I behave like a coward and ran? Why did I leave my only son with him and Paxton? When did I become this selfish?

As much as I try to think of the possible and worst torture Bryan can give to me, I am most definite that he won’t kill me.

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Jason means a lot to him and Bryan will never do that. He can only hurt me emotionally. He has never done any harm to me physically.

But I know what he can do to other people. I have seen him hurt people without remorse. I know he won’t hesitate to hit Paxton.

If he hurt him, I will surely have myself to blame because I caused this. Paxton is helping me. I shouldn’t have allowed this.

I am at fault here.

I wail, dropping my face in between my palms and feeling the absence of Paxton. If he was around, he would give me a comforting hug that will make this pain lessen.

But he isn’t here. All because of me. All because of my foolishness. All because of my desperate desire to be out of Bryan’s mansion.

The telephone rings again, making me jerk my head upright and look towards the stand where it is placed.

Tears stream down my eyes as I debate within me on whether to pick up the call or not.

With fear, I get up. Slowly, I take a step toward the stand and pick it up, shutting my eyes so I won’t see how hard my hands are trembling and my whole body.

The moment I take a hold of it, I glue it to my ears, and his voice booms out again. “You have just 15 minutes now. If you don’t come, I swear to you, I will waste his life. If you want to try my patience, then don’t come.”

He hangs up and I find myself rushing to the door with my heart pounding harder than ever before.

Bryan will kill Paxton! My subconscious screams as I slam the door shut without locking it.

I need to save Paxton.

I don’t have enough time to think of what he would even do to me or why he needs my presence before letting Paxton go.

Bryan is a man of his words. If he says he will let Paxton go if I come back then he will. I need to be there as soon as possible.

How can I get there in the next five minutes? Why the hell didn’t I leave immediately after the first call? How did he even know that I was still inside?

I race to the streets like a mad woman uncaring about how I look or who is watching me.

Before I can get to the end of the street, a cab appears and I wave it down, still running to meet up with it. The cab reverses back and I stop running, my breathing heavy.

Without giving him the address, I climb in and he watches me from the rear mirror with a curious look on his face.

He must be wondering why I was running as though I was being chased or maybe he is wondering why my hair is all over the place.

When he is still not saying anything or moving, I realize I haven’t told him where I am going.

I tell him the address and the car roars to life immediately. I lean backward, still crying, not giving a care in the world if the driver hears me crying or not.

“Faster, please. I need to save a life. If I don’t get there in the next ten minutes, he will die”, I say to him, becoming restless with each street he drives past.

“You’ll have to pay twice the fee, I don’t go against traffic rules but I will do that today.” He mutters and increases the speed of the car.

The speeding makes me jerk backward and I bite my lips in regret. If he continues to drive this way, then I will be there in the next 7-8 minutes but there is one problem.

I am not with any money.

I jerk backward again and my legs raise up, my gown riding up. My eyes are fixed on my red feet and I shake my head when I realize I have no shoes on.