The Game Of Love - A David Luiz Fanfiction

Chapter 13

The room was dark, so dark. I made sure my eyes were open, fearing I had gone blind. I couldn't see anything at all and that was when panic shot through me. My head felt a bit dizzy but I gathered my courage to call out for help hoping that someone would answer.

"Samantha?" I shuddered with horror hoping for a reply. Nobody answered.

Darkness was a form of loneliness for me. Ever since I was young, I never really liked dark. "Sam, I don't like dark. If you hear me please reply."

I tried to move my hand but I realised that both of my hands were tied behind the chair I was sitting on. My feet were numb.

"Areesh?" There was faint voice. I thought I just imagined it in my head so I ignored it.

"Why is it so dark?" The same voice echoed in the room.

"Samantha?!" I gasped, much relieved now. "Where are you?"

"I don't know but my stomach hurts." She panted. "Did they give me a drug?"

"A drug?" Think about it, that was the only way to make us unconscious and bring us here.

"I'm highly forbidden to take drugs. When I was an addict my doctor told me I'd have stomach pains if I take them. You've got to help me. It's unbearable." Samantha was literally sobbing and screaming. This was the worst situation. My friend was crying in pain while I couldn't do anything but wait for someone to come.

"Eddie! Johnny!" I shouted expecting no reply but the door opened with a loud thud and some of the light rays entered the room, assuring me that I hadn't gone blind.

The light was turned on and I sighed in relief. Samantha's chair was almost beside me but there was some distance between us. There was no window in the room, it looked just like a prison. Johnny stood at the door.

"Samantha isn't well." I blinked, trying to get used to the light. Johnny stepped forward and there was a bandage on his arm. He walked towards Samantha who looked pale.

"What is it?" His cold voice echoed in the room. He held Samantha's face between his thumb and forefinger as the tears rolled down her face. For a minute, Johnny's expression had softened. He didn't look like the same monster he was before.

It was clear that he still had feelings for Samantha. "Give me an aspirin." She muttered.

He nodded and hurried out of the room.

"It's gonna be alright Sam. Have some hope." I wanted to console her but I only made it more worst.

"No. We can't get out of here. You might but I can't. I'll die here." She looked down and bit her lip.

My eyes popped out. "Sam shut up! Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

"You two are making a lot of noise." Johnny was back. He was carrying a glass of water in one hand. For some reason, his face went pale and his eyes looked at Samantha with sympathy.

"Have this. It'll make you feel better." He brought the glass forward, against Samantha's mouth and she gulped it all.

"What is the time?" I asked.

He looked at me. The scar across his eye, down to his cheek was clearly visible. It looked as if it was a ghastly wound once.

"It's almost seven o'clock in the morning." He said in a flat tone. Johnny turned around to leave and Samantha opened her mouth to say something. However, it was too late. He had already turned off the lights and left the room.

Once again everything became dark and I started feeling drowsy. "Sam, I'm gonna take a nap." I said these words, half asleep.

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"Wake up!" Someone whispered. "Areesh! Wake up!"

My eyes opened and in front of me stood David. Samantha was standing beside him, stroking her wrist which had become red. The light was almost blinding my vision.

He quickly untied me and helped me stand up. "Hey, look at me, are you okay? Did they do something to you?"

David held me face in his warm hands. His eyes looked a bit tired but they hadn't lost their charm. He didn't smile. Instead his lips were quivering.

"I'm alright-"

Before I could finish, he hugged me tightly. His touch, his warm arms, his sweet voice, it all made me feel safe. He let out a sigh of relief and his curly hair brushed my cheek.

"How did you come here?"

David pulled back once he heard the voice. At the door stood Eddie, with a gun in his hands which he pointed at David.

"Oh, it's the football player. I hate to do this but-" Eddie pulled the trigger of the gun and the bullet rushed towards David.

He stood still. It was too late. The blood dripped from his chest, turning the colour of his shirt from white to red. Slowly, he dropped to his knees and mumbled something that I couldn't hear.

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A/N

Yep, it's a small chapter... But I have holidays coming up this week so I might just get more time to update! Hope you guys liked this chapter :D