Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Seven
It had been so long since I spoke with my mother the distance between the two of us–I noticed–would forever be present, and maybe apart of me was afraid.
It felt like every time I went to her, she always had a secret to reveal, but some secrets are meant to be kept hidden. I had forgiven her after the promise she made to me, yet I still felt the need to keep my distance.
Things were different now than they had been in the past. I hid a lot of things from her as she did from me too. With so many secrets between the two of us, our relationship could never be the same, but at least I was making an effort; I was going to visit her.
My thoughts were cut off; was that a knock on the door? I listened in but heard nothing- maybe it was all in my head.
Tap, tap, tap.
Okay, maybe not my head; that came from the window.
1 walked to the window. It felt strange that someone would be out here. I pulled open the window, doubtful. I looked down, but just as I thought, there was nothing out here. I was about to close the window when I felt hands gripping my hair. I was caught unaware, and attacker had managed to pull my upper body outside the window.
my
I clawed at anything I could get in contact with and somehow, miraculously, I pulled myself back in. Two figures slipped through from the window; there was something very disturbing about them, and for some reasons, I was reminded of the squad Beatrix had sent to months
ago.
The door to my room was locked from the inside; if I could actually outrun them, reopening the lock would slow me down, but there was another option. On the drawer lay the gun Thane had given me earlier.
I would never make it to the door and outside in time, so I headed for the drawer, which was only a few steps away, and I picked up the gun.
A third figure joined them and then a fourth.
I pointed the gun at them.
“Don’t you dare take another step closer,” I snarled the words at them.
One of them chuckled, like what I had said was funny in any way.
“Get her; she won’t shoot,” the one in the middle who seemed to be the leader said, and just then one of the four moved towards me. They didn’t think I would shoot the gun, and maybe they were right; Riley the Omega would never shoot anyone, but Riley the werewolf queen would.
I shot.
There was complete silence after that shut; I couldn’t see their faces, but I could read the shock off them as they watched the man slump to his death. I couldn’t believe I had gotten him in the heart. They came all at once next, so I shot wildly; the first shot hit one of them on the arm, the other on the chest–not quite the heart considering he didn’t die; the next two shots missed; before I could shoot again, they had covered the distance.
One of them held my hand, twisting till the gun fell off and the other bowed to pick it. I kicked at his face, right in his nose, satisfied by the crack. I kicked the gun away, far from their reach. I was slammed to the wall, my breath knocked out of me. The pain was intense considering my back still ached from the last incident; there was no time for weakness, but before I could act, I felt a punch to my gut, and I doubled over.
The room was soundproof, but the window was open; the gunshot might have been heard from those close by; all I needed to do was to stall untill someone came in. I slammed my head into my opponent’s nose, and just like the other, there was a ‘crack‘ sound. The man groaned in pain. I took the glass vase, slamming it on his head. He fell to the ground, and I climbed over his body. I dug my fingers into the bullet wound I had inflicted on his chest, and he groaned in pain. Just then I felt an arm wrap around my throat, cutting off my air intake. I struggled, crying out when I felt the sudden pressure on my ankle and then a snap.
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