Loving You - Chapter 27 (Patreon)

I've been sitting here for how long, I don't know. How long I've been in this warehouse, I dont know. I felt empty. Barren. Nothing. Everything in me shattered the moment he took my unborn child away from me. My body was screaming in pain. My face where there were stitches was burning, my joints were uncomfortable and stiff, and I felt so weak.

I heard a shuffling behind me but couldn't move to see what the noise was. I felt a hand lightly clamp over my mouth making me jump. Then a pair of crystal blue eyes appeared in front of me. My heart jumped, but not out of fear. Out of excitement. My eyes filled with tears Damien was squatting in front of me. An expression of sorrow and regret on his face. He reached out a finger and lightly touched my stitching on my face. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"God, I'm so sorry Nevaeh." He whispers to me. His hands drifts down to my stomach and he hangs his head. His shoulders shaking in grief. "I'm so so sorry." He wipes his eyes and determination sets in as he begins working at my bindings. Once I'm freed I rub my sore wrists. and begin looking around. I remember what Christian said. He had told me he would kill Damien when he got here. So either Damien was just that good, or the trap hadn't started yet. Damien turns to me.

"Can you walk?" I automatically try and open my mouth to respond but once I open it past a certain point I can feel the strain on my stitches. Damien moves over to me and for a second I think he's going to be mad because I didn't respond fast enough. But he just grabs my face in his hands.

"Just shake your head baby."

I shake my head no. I felt too weak. My legs were like noodles about to give way any second. I could barely keep my eyes open from all the blood I'd lost. I shudder as the memory of Christian hitting me in the stomach pops into my head. All that blood. It just wouldn't stop.

"Nevaeh!" Damien is lightly shaking my shoulders pulling me from my thoughts.

"You need to stick with me ok? Don't black out on me. Getting you out of here is first priority." I shake my head in understanding when an uneasy feeling washes over me.

Damien takes my hand and leads me in the direction of the door that Christian would come in and out of. Damien looks down at his watch and presses his device in his ear. .

"Damn. Something seems to be jamming my signal. I cant contact Jax."

It seems as though all things were clear when out of nowhere Damien pushes me hard so that I am shielded by some kind of giant metal bin. A gunshot sounds close to where we were. I sit up frantically and search for Damien. My heart flutters wildly when I spot him across the room ducked behind some wooden cabinet. He's looking for me when his eyes finally find me.

"I love you." He mouths to me. He then takes off his watch and throws it across the room, causing it to make noise. No sooner did the sound happen did I hear running footsteps heading in that direction. I look up and see someone I didn't recognize running in that direction. The path he was taking was coming right up to where Damien was. I watched as Damien tripped the man and stripped him of his gun, shooting him dead right there. I squeaked from my corner unable to make any sounds beyond that due to the stitching that was keeping my mouth shut. Damien looks sharply at me and places his finger over his mouth telling me to keep quiet. He then stands and takes off out of my line of vision. I hear more gunshots and shouts of pain but I cant move from my spot. I have nothing to defend myself with and I have no idea where to go. It's obvious there's a gunfight going on right now. Except its one against I don't know how many.

There's a loud roaring in my ears and I'm literally shaking in fear. In fear that Damien might get killed. It was highly likely judging from the odds of the people that were up against each other. Suddenly a hand clamped over my mouth and around my neck, dragging me out into the open.

I struggled but was unable to make any noise due to the stitching and the had around my mouth. And my body was so weak I could barely move.

"Damien." I recognized the voice instantly and my body grew taught with fear. Christian had ahold of me. He brought me around the corner and I could see that Damien was still very much alive. He looked my direction with a murderous gleam in his eye that instantly vanished once he saw who had me. And something else appeared in his eyes. Something I had never seen before. Fear. It wasn't until I felt the cold metal press against my temple that I realized the source of Damien's fear. Christian had a gun pressed to my head. And Damien was standing about 20 feet from where we were.

"Ah. Now you want to listen huh?" I could hear Christians deep laugh behind me, the deep rumble vibrating my chest making me shiver in fear.

"Tell me something Damien. What makes this girl so special?" He throws me on the ground I and I grunt in pain unable to cry out. Damien's expression darkens. Christian squats on the floor next to me grabbing a fist full of my hair and jerking my neck back. I can feel his warm breath on my cheek as he presses the gun to the other cheek, rubbing it in small circles.

There's a never-ending stream of tears falling down my face from the combination of pain and fear I'm feeling. Damien looks helplessly at me across the room unable to move.

"She was a really good fuck I'll give you that. But aren't most women you've had? She managed to make you slack in your business. let your guard down." He continues to run the gun up and down the side of my face slowly. I shut my eyes in fear as he squeezes my hair more roughly.

"But don't you worry. Ill take care of everything once you're dead and gone. Including her."

"I swear you fucking bastard I'm going to fucking kill you for this." Damiens voice grates across the room, the tone echoing off the walls. Christian started to laugh. I open my eyes to look at Damien. He closes his eyes for a moment as if making a decision.

"I would watch my mouth if I were you. You're not the one in control now." As if demonstrating his claim Christian grabbed a handful of my hair, I moaned out loud from the constant pain. Christian let go of my hair, letting me drop to the ground and out of nowhere a sharp agonizing pain shot through my leg and a sickening snap echoed throughout the warehouse. Christian stomped my leg, breaking it clean. I couldn't hold it in anymore. An agonizing wail ripped it's way from deep within me, and the stitches holding my mouth together ripped apart bit by devastating bit. My vision blurred and I could see the blood on the ground that was dripping from my reopened wounds. The combination of the pain from my mouth and the pain from my leg are too much to handle. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and I couldn't stop the constant screams that emitted from my throat.

I look up through my blurred vision to see Damien with his gun out screaming something unintelligible. The shock and pain are both too much to handle. The world is flashing in and out around me. I can hear Damiens shouts but they're incoherent. I haven't the slightest idea of what he's saying.

My vision begins flashing the world spins around me. The last thing I see is Damiens worried face before everything goes dark.

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The thing about death is that it's peaceful. There's nothing. No pain, no worries, just bliss. I feel as though I'm floating on a cloud. All the pain and horror I'd faced in the past few months were nothing now.

A slight nagging is at the back of my mind, clawing at me to do something, anything, but what it wants I don't know. The dark is so peaceful. I feel light as a feather. As if nothing is weighing me down anymore.

"Nevaeh!" The sudden noise startles me. It's the nagging. It slowly turned into shouts, agonizing shouts. The voice sounds so sad. As if it's in so much pain. I want to say something, to tell it not to be sad, but nothing would come out of my mouth. I felt so heavy. And speaking was too much of a hassle. Then out of nowhere an angel appeared. He was beautiful. Magnificent really. He looked troubled, as if he were scared of something. He was standing over me. As if I were laying down. His mouth was moving but no sound was coming out, or reaching me. His pitch black hair was falling into his face, and each time his mouth would open a small dimple would appear on his left cheek. He really was beautiful. And those eyes. The crystal blue irises were filled with water, streaks running down his face. Why was he so sad?

"Please, please, please..." The sound came out of nowhere almost like a whisper.

"Please don't leave me." There it was again. I tried to look around but my body was too heavy. I couldn't move. And it felt nice. I looked up to see the sad angel standing over me. I tried to keep my eyes open but they were so heavy. I wanted to keep looking at his face but I couldn't, the pull was too much to just let go. Out of the corner of my eye, a bright light appeared. It was so warm and inviting. I wanted it to come closer. But there was a nagging in my head, telling me not to go to the light, but to stay with the angel. I look up at the angel again. The world around his face is getting dark and blurred. But I can still see those amazing eyes filled with so much sorrow. He's screaming something but I can't make it out. It's as if my head is submerged under water. The light grows brighter and warmer. I really want to go to it but the angel is making me want to go him. I smile to myself. The light felt so warm and inviting... Maybe I'll just enjoy it's glow... And suddenly, there's nothing.