Vivian's pov
There is a time in life when you feel that everything is getting better. When you are able to see a small ray of hope, for a better future.
But then it just takes one moment to bring it all crashing down.
Just one second.
Just one truth.
And Bang!
That light flickers to be extinguished. Filling your life with darkness again.
And the second Ethan told me he is not the Plantiff ,was that moment.
I bang the door shut behind me, leaning back on the door.
Holding my head.
Tears lining my cheeks, falling uncontrollably.
Why? Why me?
I thought Ethan will take back his case and then I can finally live my own life on my own terms in independence.
Without the sword of going to that hell again,lingering on my head.
But it seems, it was just a wishful thinking.
I will be never relieved of it.
I have to suffer this hell till I am alive.
.
.
.
Ethan....why did you have to do it. I was starting to trust you. Your words....your care it felt so real this time.
It felt like I was finally loved by someone.
What a fool I was.
He was just playing with my heart again. He married me not because he wanted to help me by taking back the case....but because he wanted his revenge.
He was acting all sweet and lovey dovey because he fuc* ing wanted to break me.
To hurt me and get his sick revenge.
What a double faced bast****!
I will never forgive you Ethan never....you have hurted me so many times...that I am out of patience for you.
You are free now.
I will file for divorce and leave you to yourself. I will go away from everyone and live my life peacefully.
Yes....I should go away.
I can't stay here.
Getting up, I start packing my clothes. Throwing them in my duffle bag. I have to leave before he comes.
But...what about the person who wants to murder me?
My hands still...what if the person finds me and kills me? But if I run from here...and go and live alone...no one will be able to trace me.
I will go in hiding, live in another country...change my name and looks...I will go away from here.
And start a new life, out of this bullsh**.
Nodding to myself, I continue packing. My phone starts ringing and I clench my fists, seeing Ethan calling.
What does he want now?
Ignoring his call, I hurry up instead. Putting on a leather jacket and zipping the bag.
The bell keeps ringing and I was going to pick up the cell and place it in my pocket, when I read the name of the caller.
"Aliza?"
Why is my step sister calling me now. How did she even got my number. It's been years since she last called.
Clearing my throat, I pick it up. To only hear her sobbing voice.
"Viv.... Vivian's?"
"Ali? What happened?"
"Viv.....Viv Dad..."
I roll my eyes, what does that bast**** want now.
"I am in hurry Ali,I will call you later-"
I was going to hang up the call when she literally screams.
"No! Vivian listen! Please! Dad was found dead when I came back home! There is police...and I am so scared!"
"What?"
I almost scream. The phone almost slipping from between my fingers.
"Yes...he was murdered Vivian!...I don't know what to do....please...."
"Hello?"
"Hello Aliza?"
And that's when I hear a police officer say in the background. My throat running dry.
"We have got her location. I repeat Vivian Klein's location has been traced. Hurry up and surround the house."
Sh**!
They used the call to track my location....dammit!
Slamming the phone on the floor, I breathe heavily.
My eyes tearing up.
The police...if Roman is dead....this means my bail is void......sh**!
They will be here any second. I should leave.
Panic settles in my chest and I feel my breathing to be restricted.
Not now dammit! Not now.
I take deep breaths trying to calm myself.
Breathe Vivian breathe.
It's gonna be fine. We are fine.
We will escape this.
Picking up the duffle bag, I was almost at the threshold. When I hear the police sirens outside.
They are here.
I freeze. The torture in the prison....the screams...the blood... everything flashes in front of my eyes.
And I stumble back holding my head.
No! I... can't go back there.... anything but there.... please!
The footsteps were coming closer.
But I was frozen, not able to move even a limb. Sweat ticking down my temple and my senses, fazed.
I...will suffer ...there.....I can't go back there.
They will hurt me...give me more scars.
I will never be able to prove my innocence.
I will die
The realisation, making my legs go weak as I hear the footsteps almost near the door. My grip on the handle loosening.
It's no use running.
They will catch me eventually.
They will take me.
I see the house lights going out and I breathe heavily. Clenching my fist.
They are almost here.
Torchlights are turned on and I hear some voices from outside. The lights hitting my feet from under the space in the door.
I hear the guns loading and the creaking sound of the door.
That's it.
This was my end.
I see the door opening and I was welcoming my fate with open arms.
When suddenly a hand is clasped on my mouth and I am pulled back by someone.
My eyes widening as I failed to take notice of an intruder already in the house.
"Ummmm"
I struggle to speak
To only have my back hits the person's chest as his grip on my mouth tightens.
I feel a warm breath on my shoulder and I move up my arms, struggling to let go.
"Shhhhh be quite"
I still....the voice. My grip on his arm loosening. As I realise who held me. His cologne a testimony to my doubt.
The police enters and I am pulled back more into a corner just behind the main door,his grip remaining on my mouth as he held me to his chest.
"Why are the lights out!"
"Search the place and check the transmission."
The officer barks order and the 3 men follow. Dispersing in different directions. Getting to work.
The main officer remains.... moving his flashlight around.
Not here!....not here
And I close my eyes afraid, to only have Ethan place my back on the wall and hover over me . Hiding me behind his frame from the flashlight.
His hand still pressed on my lips as I stared up at his eyes.
Why was he here to save me....when I said such hurtful words to him.
Why was he protecting me?
He keeps looking back over his shoulder every few minutes. His eyes unlike me. There was no fear....he wasn't scared.
Instead they were red with rage. He didn't looked like the sweet boy that kissed me and adored me last morning.
He looked like a feral beast...ready to be unleashed.
My thoughts are interrupted by the police officer crouching down to pick something. And I felt my heart leap in my chest.
Ethan took notice as well, as we stared in silence.
The officer's torch light was focussed on the broken phone I just smashed.....he picked it up assessing it, to only have him look around.
"Sh**!"
Ethan curses lowly and I gulp. Looking at me , he takes a deep breath removing his hand from my mouth and caressing my cheek with his thumb.
Mouthing the word that made panic rush in my chest.
"Run"
I move my head in a no, a tear sliding down my eye. To only have him enclose his arms tightly around me. Hugging me.
We barely remained like this for few seconds when he suddenly turns us around and pushes me towards the main door.
I stumble forward, looking back in shock to see him attacking the officer from behind.
My feet seemed to freeze as he held the officer's neck, his arm coiled around it as the officer struggled to let go of the deadly lock.
"Run Vivian! Run!"
He screams and I jerk awake. Nodding. Running out, I see Ethan's black car parked in a corner and I run towards it.
When I hear a gunshots behind.
And my footsteps stop.
No! I ....can't leave him ! I can't do the same mistake I did earlier. I left Soph....she died because of me....I can't let Ethan die as well.
I have to save him....I can't be selfish.
He can't die saving me!
My thoughts are interrupted by a voice that screamed behind me and I look back...too shocked to move or say anything.
"Move dammit! Run! What are thinking!"
I see Ethan running towards me.... holding his torso...with blood flowing from it....an angry expression on his face as he screamed at me.
But I was lost again.... oblivious of everything to the wound on his torso.
No ....he is loosing blood..... history is repeating itself...he is going to die because of me....Soph died .....I can't loose him.
I can't let him die.
"Fuc* Vivian!"
He almost reached me and curses, pulling me from my wrist , dragging me along with him.
My senses too numb to interpret what was going on. As I staggered behind him.
Pulling me along, he opens the driver's seat and nearly pushes me inside...towards the passenger seat.
Getting in after me.
He looks back again to again curse.
"Sh**! Duck!"
Placing his hand on my head,he pushing me down. Making us duck.
And next I know, I hear a loud sound and glass shards rain over us , from the bullet hitting the windshield behind.
"Aggghhh these fuc*ers!
Starting the ignition, he roars the car. Putting it in first gear and jerking it to a start.
I see the officers running behind the car in the rear view mirror, firing bullets and Ethan drifts the car....swaying it ,making them miss their target.
The bullets stop and I take a deep breath , to only know it was short lived.
Police sirens resonate at our trail.
Fear enters my insides and I look at Ethan.
To find him already looking at me with concerned eyes, motioning towards the seatbelt he nods at me.
"Buckle up."
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.
"We are going for a bumpy ride tonight."