Chapter 48: Chapter 48

I staggered out of bed and Edith just sat there in fear looking at me. my body was shivering with terror. I could hear further knocks coming from the bottom of my bed, each one adding louder and louder, nearly as if it was getting intolerant. I lost it at this moment and fiddled my way to an unoccupied corner of the room. From the contrary corner, I heard a moan. With blood-stained lips in a smile and deep, meat-colored injuries on his eyes, a towering figure sluggishly rose from behind my president. I couldn't help but stand there, gaping at the revolting blood-red holes that were on Dylan.

I jumped back, letting out a sound. The hell did Dylan get into Edith's apartment in the first place.

My hands traced to Dylan's hands as he walked towards me and also I realized that he had a cutter in his right hand. I glanced at it and I was sure fear was apparent on my face. Dylan was then to kill me. I snappily raised my eyes back to his face and also I saw his grin.

“ Yes Ellen, I have got a cutter.” He scowled. I took a long way back still coming to terms with everything that was happening. Dylan's face crinkled. His eyes blinked back at me.

“ Now guess what I'll use the cutter for Ellen Miller!” He screamed at me.

I shook his head walking the alphabet from him again. This wasn't the Dylan I knew, that's if I knew him at all.

“ There's no point in doing all this Dylan, why are you doing all this?” I asked, fighting back gashes. This wasn't a time to cry. I goggled back at him. In my mind, I tried to assess what I should do in a situation like this.

And my mind was allowing about Edith back in the bedroom. She had her whole life ahead of her.

“ Do you want plutocrat Dylan!?” I yelled

He laughed

“ I don't want any goddamn plutocrat Ellen, I want to kill the baby that you're carrying inside you!” He yelled back at me.

No! Not my baby. Not my future little innocent bone. I would not allow that, no.

“ No, no, no, no, no Dylan!” I heaved. I didn't want to cry in this situation.

Dylan raised the cutter. I ignored his shaking hand. I was moving back as he was coming at me with the cutter raised. So i held back my heartbreaks and kept quiet for an alternate. No use in intimidating this man. He was nervous as all hell, and the wrong word could shoot that cutter swinging through the air.

I was now against the wall with Dylan in front of me. He now had me in his arms and he had the power to do what he wanted to me.

I tried my stylish to remain calm and pay attention to how I could escape from him with Edith. A blob of sweat poured down the side of Dylan's face.

“ I don't want to harm you, Ellen, I just want to remove that baby from you because it's the seed of another man!” He said his slaver hitting my face. He couldn't be so sure of that. For all we knew, he could be the father.

“ You could be the father of the baby Dylan so don't harm it —”

I rued saying it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. Because now Dylan was angrier

“ Dylan no please!” I cried as he moved the cutter on my impertinence, cutting it.

“ That's the quantum of pain that I feel, the pain that you made me feel, I just wanted you to myself but you're so hard to contain.” He said as he continued to cut my right impertinence. I tried to snare him by the neck but he also projected my arms behind me and continued to torture me. Also suddenly, I heard the sound of a glass vessel break and also there was glass on my face as well as dirt. Dylan loosen his grip on me and also he just fell back to the ground. I raised my eyes to see what had happed and I saw Edith standing over Dylan and she was breathing so heavily.

“ I guess I'll be the coolest aunt, come let's go!” She said. I was still standing there recycling what had happened but she held my hand and we ran out of the apartment room leaving Dylan laying there on the bottom.