You are my precious obsession

Chapter 17

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I ducked from whatever it was, all I heard was a swish of a metal cutting the air where my head was a second ago. I'd never been this close to death before. "Hannah-" I yelled for her, but was rudely interrupted mid-sentence by the knife slashing my arm, blood freely seeped through my shirt. 

I held my bleeding arm, calming myself down even if my arm was stinging like hell. A little something moved beside me, I swiftly reached out my arm and caught him, throwing him across the room. He let out a loud groan of pain and went dead silent again. Shit. 

Hannah was silent too, she knew better than dying as an idiot. Adrenaline rushed into my veins as I felt commotion infront of me, but he was too fast. My back hit the ground, and I was met with another jab of the knife aimed straight for head. I tilted my neck aside in reflex, as the knife plunged into the floor.

With a little momentum, I jerked up and kicked him off, scrambling to my feet as soon as I heard him fall onto a glass table. "HANNAH, CONSIGUE EL ARMA! (HANNAH, GET THE GUN!)" I ordered, almost out of breath. "SECOND DRAWER TO YOUR FAVOURITE SHELF!"

I had let my guard down like a fool. I got rammed down to the floor, his entire weight holding me down. I struggled, kicking and pushing him off, but he was holding me down like a damn car squishing a poor human being down.

Then I felt it, near my neck, my hand shot out to catch it, and catch I did. My hand shook as the blade sliced through my flesh, blood dripping down my hand to my face as I held the knife back with all my force. He pushed it further, the knife now slightly nicking my Adam's apple, my grip on the steel slowly slipping. 

Suddenly the lights flashed on, and Hannah stood with her shaky hands, pointing the gun at the intruder. He looked away, at her for a second. That was enough for me. 

I slightly deviated the direction of the knife, pointing it away from my neck and let go as it stabbed the floor again. Planting my arms against the ground, I pushed up with every ounce of my strength. Using the momentum, I twisted and hit his face with my leg, he hit the floor with the thud.

I quickly got the bloodied knife from the floor.

"DON'T MOVE!" Hannah screeched at the masked guy, her hands still shaking as her fingers lightly held the trigger. Now was probably not the best time to feel guilty for making her do this, but, I was left with no choice. 

My vision blurred for a moment as blood freely flowed out of my body, I was clearly about to die of a different reason if not him. Blood loss. Shaking my head, I held the knife with my not-bloodied hand cause my other had a very painful deep cut. Now was not the time to die. Not now. 

Surprisingly, he took his mask off, probably in an attempt that she would listen to him. She froze, the gun slipping out of her hands as she stared at him wide eyed. This is exactly why I wanted this to be a secret from her. "A-Aaron?" her little voice mumbled, her mouth left agape. 

I could barely move, I was bleeding out too much. My shirt was all bloodied up, this guy fucking ruined my favourite shirt. "Let's go home, love." He spoke to her, now not only am I going to bleed out and die, but I'm also going to die from disgust. 

"AWAY from her, you psychopath." My voice quivered, but still had that threatening tone I wanted it to have. 

"Oh? A psychopath?" He sneered, breaking into a maniacal laughter. I grit my teeth as I felt like I was about to pass out any moment. I can't pass out and die when she needs me, I forced my eyes to stay open. "Am I the one with the knife, or is it you, Henry?" 

I gasped, just now realizing I was the one holding the knife. T-That means...I had erased his fingerprints and printed my own on it like a damn idiot. I glanced at her, she was still frozen, her brain short-circuiting while trying to understand what the hell was going on.

He urged towards her, grabbing her wrist like she was his property. "You're coming home with me, babe."

I tried to act, but the moment I stepped ahead, my knee gave up. I partially avoided the fall while clinging onto a nearby chair. She resisted, her pale face full of confusion and fear. And all I could do was try to help her while causing more pain to myself. How pathetic I am.

She glanced at me, her eyes watering. Did she seriously feel bad for me when she was literally getting dragged away by a fucking psychopathic murderer? 

My entire body was on fire, my wounds burning like it was lit with gasoline. 

She looked down before giving in, letting him drag her away with ease. She looked so broken that it broke me, and I couldn't even do anything. Just before she crossed the front door, she turned to me, and mouthed something. "Medianoche (Midnight), okay?" 

I got it. 

When we learnt Spanish in school by ourselves jokingly for situations like this, I never knew it would actually be useful. Now all I could do was try to not die, and hope that she had it under control.

Sighing shakily, I staggered to the medical kit I had for any situations like these and bandaged myself up. I was so lightheaded that I would have a hundred percent passed out if I had simply closed my eyes even for a moment.

I stared at my open front door, feeling like absolute garbage as the whole situation played on repeat in my head. I saw this coming, yet, I still wasn't prepared for it. I let him take her away, just how pathetic can I get?

I don't think he will hurt her though, he was killing for her. But, I can't guarantee anything. He's a freaking psychopath. Who knows what he'll do to her?

I let out a shaky breath, trying to tell myself everything will end up fine. Cause now all I could do was wait for midnight to fall and get her out of there.

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