SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 206 - 205

- HAZEL -

I felt a rupture like I have damaged my ribs only to find out that it was just the shock of the event that put my mind in a hypnotic state of shock. I’m still trying to grasp what is happening but the ear bleeding sound caused by the continuous shooting of guns keeps halting my ability to think.

I’m scared. Genuinely.

I thought Asami was the scariest thing I would ever encounter in my life till now. Right now, all I’m worried about is making it alive. Whether it be me left later with a robot arm or amputated legs, I just want to survive. Although with the chaos unveiling before me, it seems far fetched.

“Hazel, talk to me, ARE YOU OKAY?!!” Makes my ears bleed even more as the masculine voice beaming with concern is like an echoing chime in my ears. It snapped me back to the present though. . . One I wished was just a day dream.

I try to speak but I can’t. My mouth can’t seem to fall open and my tongue seems tied. My body is rigid on the ground below him. I feel so numb.

Terror.

This is the residue of terror and it’s clung onto me like a leech.

My body is quivering beneath his like never before and I can feel my heart beat faster even from my head. Another gunshot came with the collapse of the walls blocking this place from outside. The wall bricks crumble brashly to the ground, clouding the atmosphere with dust of broken bricks and what I think is wood and cement. I swallow. It doesn’t take me long enough to know that I can’t be here.

My eyes dart up to look at Killian, the man protecting me. He must’ve seen through whatever it was that was about to begin and launched at me to protect me. Part of me knows that the reason why I’m not unconscious, an unsettling feeling wrenches my gut, or dead. . . Is because of him. He stopped my head from knocking on that floor when he made his body my blockade. Now I worry. Every single fragmented piece of glass from the window must’ve directly or indirectly touched him. How can he still be so concerned about me when his life too is in danger?

I have only heard about school raid shootings on the news and sometimes watched some in movies. Never did I imagine that I would experience it too but now that I have, being in the spot makes me understand the horror that comes with being present in such a scene and believe me when I say it makes you feel like every part of you is going through some sort of trauma and your brain gives you a warning of unsolicited danger that you are aware you may or may not survive. The latter being the most profound.

“Hazel-“ Killian calls more calmly. I run my eyes over his body, searching for wounds. So far, none is in sight from where I’m looking.

I need to get my act forcibly together or this person will bear the weight of it and I don’t want that. I nod, fear simmering down my spine. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

“From the. . .” I take a short pause, trying to find myself enough to speak without stuttering. “. . . Current circumstances, yes.” I murmur. It could be worse. If I dwell much on that thought, I fear I’d pee my pants.

“Can you stand?” He asks, eyes scanning my body as his hands roam all over me, sitting me up while searching for what I think is any sign of a bruise or sore. I try to move my toes. They’re not paralysed.

“I. . . I . . . I th. . . ink so!” I blurt. Killian squats, his hand stretch’s down the length of my legs and he pulls each one back and forth, testing its capacity? I don’t know why he folded my knees.

“Hazel, I know you’re scared but you have to trust me.” His arms settle on my cheeks, holding my head right in front of his. “I won’t let any harm befall you. I’m here to protect you. Okay?” I look into his eyes, I don’t know what I’m searching for in them but the warmth they hold makes me ease a little bit, for only 1%. I take a short breath then sigh.

“Okay.” I murmur.

“Good, now let’s get out of here. Squat walk. Your legs may hurt but it’ll be temporary.”

If I wasn’t so petrified, I’d have scoffed or made a joke. I’m in the middle of a gun raid, buildings and what not are exploding left and right and I don’t even want to imagine how much blood has been spilled out there but the entire hall is filled with screaming and echoing, racing footsteps, along with unending blasting bullets flying in the air so I would choose a leg ache a million times over than staying here for another second.

“Okay.” I breath, nodding frightfully.

“And if you ever need aid, I’m right behind you.” Killian utters. The clarity in his tone just got me feeling better at 5%. He’s got my back, but who’s got his? Certainly not me, my spine’s a vegetable, you may even refer to me as a spaghetti. I ain’t even have my back!

If I wasn’t alone at this very moment, I shut my eyes, recalling how I got on the floor in the first place, I’d be dead. My eyes immediately shoot wide open as the image of my dead body laying on the floor plagues my mind. “You’re right behind me.” I murmur, repeating his words.

“Or in front.” Killian adds. His eyes are on me. I assume the squat pose. “Watch out for your head. Keep them lowered.”

I nod in response. “That’s my good girl.” Hearing that made my heart melt. This shouldn’t be but it’s somewhat romantic that in a situation so dire, all he’s doing is looking after me. I’m so happy I’m not alone and I got stuck here with no one else but him. “Hold my hand.” He says. I reach for his hand and clench my fingers around his palm. “If you ever need to alert me of discomfort in any type of way, squeeze harder.”

“Okay.” I take short deep breaths, preparing myself. The door leading out of his office has suffered major breakage and has small holes all over it. Killian and I wade out through the clustered ground of destroyed furniture and objects till we reach the wall by the door. He perked his head forward, peeping through the holes in the door. I hear a creak as the door comes open gently.

“There’s a smoke screen everywhere.” He mutters clinging onto my hand more. “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

Not even with a gun to my chest will I dream of doing so.