Submitting novel Chapter 32

If I just rolled over and stayed absolutely still, not a single blink, not a single breath, then maybe, just maybe, this will all be over.

The urge to cry was so immense, and yet I couldn't even begin to let the crushing sadness take me, before the cracking headache took over and so did the deep nausea as I hurled everything out of my stomach right in front of everyone and on the lush carpet that was unlucky enough to be placed there. Acidity filled the air which further aided to the situation as I unfurled once again with much more vigour that I would have surely fallen into my own mess if Dimitri wouldn't have held my shoulders as soon as he did while also making sure to hold up my hair until I was done.

"Here take some tissues." The worry in his voice felt nothing but ridiculous to me. I would have laughed out loud if only Liza wasn't standing at the doorway with horror in her eyes and Ivan's snake of a hand on her shoulder.

"I suppose that's enough fun for tonight. Isn't it brother? We should call it a night." There was absolutely nothing more I wanted than to punch the living daylights out of that guy. I would have done it and I oh so badly wanted to.

But.

That damned 'but'.

"Yes." Dimitri wasted no time as his freezing hand gripped my arm to probably take me away from there and manhandle me to my room. What he didn't realize was the boiling anger that was just brimming around the edges until it finally spilled.

"Don't touch me!" This feeling of frustration and anger and irritation was so unknown but welcome. Far better than the sadness that always won over and dominated my senses. A satisfaction of sorts, as I pushed Dimitri off me and shouted at the top of my voice. "Don't you ever, ever! Dare to touch me!" I clenched my eyes shut as I shouted once more and let the outraged screams drown the silence that came after.

I need to get out of here, I needed to get both of us out of here. There was no plan, no preparations but just this impulse that spoke loud and clear. Liza and I need to get out of here, right now.

I opened my eyes and was about to dash towards Liza only to realize that it was too late. The doorway loomed in the empty darkness as if I had just been drugged to hallucinate everything that happened in the last couple of minutes. If only that were true as the evidence of the shattered lamp and the putrid smell of my puke on the carpet dauntingly stared back at me.

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The walk upstairs to the room I was designated, was hard. Possibly one of the hardest moments, as I swallowed my urges for the millionth time to escape just because of the lack of a perfect opportunity to do so. It was not the time to do things in a manner that would give unfavourable outcomes. I needed to play this properly because I will only get one chance to get out of here with Liza. Yes, things got way more than I could ever imagine and everything I planned initially, to please Dimitri by obeying so that Liza could at least be out of that dingy room, was over.

Plan A just did a massive table flip and walked out the door.

In a way it was a great relief that I don't have to coax up Dimitri to get my way. Instead, I could be contrastingly harsher now, and I am pretty sure that is what is expected out of me at the moment considering the circumstances that have been presented to me. And oh was I going to fully utilize this opportunity.

Zoned out and deep in my thoughts, I hadn't realized how stiff my jaw was or the fact that Dimitri was just behind me watching my every move and studying my gestures like a hawk. So when he spoke up in his deep tone a little too suddenly, I jumped out of my skin and somehow managed to push my feet against the step I was about to set my foot on and lost my balance completely. My blessed lack of agility and would have surely ended up in bruises and perhaps more if Dimitri wouldn't have caught me as quickly as he did. He didn't stop there though as he swooped me off my feet and carried me bridal style while I tried my best to not black out from all the sudden movements that happened in the span of mere five seconds.