?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 18
?Sebastian’s point of view?
I couldn’t breathe, my lungs were closed up. My heart had st©pped beating and it was a shock I hadn’t died because no air was going throu-gh my lungs.
My whole b©dy was frozen to the floor, my legs weak and re-ady to give up, but I maintained my balance.
My heart started breaking, not into two, no into a million pieces, my emotions were all over the place as I started struggling to breathe.
My br@in couldn’t phantom what my ears had heard.
Amaya was Pedro’s wife. Pedro, not even another man, no my enemy. Someone I’ve spent years loathing. The bastard!
When he had said it, I felt my heart breaking, but the moment he had said Amaya was carrying his child, my heart shattered. And now it was all over the place.
I blinked, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to leave my eyes, I couldn’t Believe it.
Amaya, the sweet innocent girl, the only woman to ever fight her way to my heart belonged to another man and was carrying his child.
All this time, I’ve been living alone, no woman in my life and then she c@m£, looking so scared and lonely, I was scared of allowing her in. But the look in her eyes t©uçhed me and she c@m£ in. I
protected her, she opened my heart to love. And when I saw her dancing that night, I melted. For the first time in my life I was finally able to sleep well without my past disturbing me.
I told her to dance for me more often, and before I knew it I suc¢v-mbe-d to my heart, I allowed it to find the beauty in her. I loved her.
And what did I get in return, she lied to me! She betrayed me!
The signs were there, just after Pedro’s wife got missing, she arrived, Pedro’s wife was a dancer.
The signs were there, and now I noticed the key n£¢klace she wore. The exact opposite to the one Pedro was wearing.
How come I hadn’t noticed it all this while?, all this while she danced for me, all this time she sat on my legs and rested her head on my che-st, all this time I k!$$£d her. How could I miss it? Was I
really distracted like Andres had suggested?
Even when Andres had brou-ght it up, claiming Amaya was Pedro’s wife, he gave me reasons, but I was too blinded by love to realize he was saying the truth. Instead I had beaten him black and
blue for ever saying such.
How could she do this?! How could she? After all the connection we had? She still managed to break my heart. She had succeeded in causing me pain.
Damn it! Damn her to hell!
I looked at her watching her trash against Pedro, trying to free herself. Her face was stained with tears, and I was almost tem-pted to wipe them away.
God! I wanted Pedro to take her away! I wanted her to feel the pains I was going throu-gh. I wanted her to feel every damn hurt. But I couldn’t bring myself self to do it. I didn’t want to let her go. Even as angry and heartbroken as I was. I couldn’t let Pedro take her.
“Seb!” She cried. “I’m sorry… I’m…so sorry” She was saying between cries.
Gosh! How I wanted to walk away, turn my back and forget all about her. She had to go back to her husband. She had to go. But as she stared at me with so much remorse and tear filled face. Her hair flowing all over the place and as she struggled to reach out to me.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t turn away.
Amaya was mine! Even if she legally belonged to Pedro and she was Carrying his damn child.
She was still mine!
“Get your fv¢king paws off her!” I shouted, walking up to Pedro who was dragging Amaya away. I to-re his hand off her and he glared at me.
Amaya eyes wi-de-ned at my sudden out bur-st, but I ignored her and walked up to Pedro, punching him in the nose. He stumbled backwards and wiped his mouth with his hands, staining it with
blood. He looked up, and sm-irked at me.
And before I could block his attack, a b!ow landed on my face, causing me to stumble to the floor, I brou-ght my hand to my face and saw blood running from my nose. A metallic taste tou-ching myl-ips. But Pedro wasn’t done, he sat on my and punched me in the guts and my head fell back as I growled in pain.
Amaya ran to us and tried to pry Pedro off me but he backhanded her so ha-rd she fell to the floor unmoving.
Anger flooded throu-gh my veins. No one t©uçhed what’s mine.
I knee-d Pedro to his groin and he got off me, crouching low in pain and I took the opportunity to hit him across the face and he fell, it wasn’t enough, I got on t©p him and continued hitting him, until my knuckles were bloodied. Later on Pedro got the strength to push me off him, sl@pping me so ha-rd I lost my vision.
I fought to catch my sight, and when I did I saw Pedro reaching out to take his gun, at the same time, I speared him to the floor, causing the gun to fall from his hands, and when he tried to reach
it, I stepped on it, hearing a crack before letting his hand go.
He screamed in pain, and I used the opportunity to go check on Amaya when he tackled me to the ground. I fell flat on my face first, directly in front of his gun I picked it up quic-kly and turned to him.
At the same time he brou-ght out my gun from my back pocket.
So both of us pointing the gun at each other.
The anger in his face was so obvious and I refused to back down as we c0cked the gun at the same time, placing it at each other’s forehead.
If he was going to shoot me, I was going to take him along.
?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 19
?Amaya’s point of view?
I woke up to a cold floor and a throbbing head, my b©dy hurt a lot and I felt cold piercing throu-gh the thin layer of the go-wn. I opened my eyes to bright lights and I blinked ha-rd trying to clear the
images around me. I brou-ght my hand to my face and felt a thick liquid running down my face, and I hissed in pain.
The memories of few minutes ago ran throu-gh my br@in, giving me a headache together with the wound on the side of my face.
Me and Seb were here for dinner, Pedro arrived, told him everything and they got into a fight. I tried to separate them but instead Pedro had backhanded me so ha-rd i fell to the floor loosing
consciousness.
I gro-an ed, sitting up to see the two men pointing guns at each other, I ran to the middle, standing in front of Seb, and spre-ading my arms in front of him as if to protect him from Pedro.
“PL.. plea-se.. Pedro, st©p! Don’t kill him. plea-se” I sobbe-d, and Pedro sh0t me a glare that made my heart sink in fear.
Seb moved to my front pinning me with a glare and shoved me aside. “Move, I’m going to kill this bastard myself”
He lunged for Pedro again, knocking the gun out of his hand, and they both fell to the floor.
I screamed, trying to st©p myself from crying. I was tired, so so tired.
All my life I’ve lived in fear and I was tired of it all. I spent time dancing for men, before I got married to Pedro, and despite him loving me, I couldn’t find it in me to return the love.
They say you can’t control who your heart chooses. We can control other things such as our happiness, sadness, and even anger if we chose to. But when it c@m£ to love, whosoever it chooses is who is follows.
I loved Seb, I loved him with all my heart, since the first day I met him, everything about him was just so perfect and I wanted more. I wanted so much more.
I didn’t want to be with Pedro, I didn’t love him, but I was carrying his child. I wanted to be with Seb so badly, I wanted a future with him. I wanted to grow this child with him.
I was confused, I was scared. This was Pedro’s child, of course he’ll want to be p@rt of it too, I couldn’t ignore that.
I wanted to be happy, and with Seb I was happy, I was free. Not with Pedro. All those years staying with him taught me that love cannot be f0rç£d, I couldn’t f0rç£ myself to to love Pedro.
No matter what, my heart would never belong to him. But he wouldn’t let me go, he wouldn’t want me to be with Seb because he hated him.
I drew my knees to my che-st, not knowing what to do as I sobbe-d into my hands, trying to fight back the pain of not being able to be with the one person I loved.
I was tired of all this, all this pain and suffering. As a child growing up, I wanted to attend high school, have crushes, go to prom and fall in love, attend college, get a job and get married. But no instead my life had been cut short, and the things I wanted to do were disarranged. Instead of attending college first before getting a job. I got a job first, missed prom, got married, pregnant and fell in love.
And after everything I couldn’t be with the one person I loved because Pedro loved me too, and wouldn’t let me go.
I sobbe-d ha-rder, and turned to look at the two men who were fighting for custody of me, Seb was alre-ady hurt, knowing I was Pedro’s wife, and I was pregnant for him. He still fought for me, he still wanted to be with me, he loved me.
And there was Pedro who had suffered greatly in life and had finally found a way to love me, and even though I didn’t feel the same way he was intent on bringing me back to him. He didn’t want to
loose the one thing he found that made him happy.
I was alre-ady causing so much pain on this two men, and I wanted it to st©p. I wanted it all to st©p.
I wanted Seb, I wanted to be with him more than anything else in this world.
I wiped my tears and went over to them, and screamed at Pedro and he turned to me with wi-de eyes, seb got off him, wiping the blood on hisl-ips before turning to me, looking sad.
“Pedro st©p this, plea-se. I love Seb, and I want him. Can’t you just be happy without me and leave?” I asked, and Pedro turned away from me, pinning Seb with a ha-rd glare.
“You’re coming with me Amaya, I don’t care if you love this bastard, you’re mine always and forever” He said, gr-abbing my arm and turning away, Seb rose immediately, gr-abbing my other arm..
“You’re not taking her anywhere” he said.
And it happened so fast before my br@in could comprehend it, Pedro pushed Seb to the ground and punched him to the nose, his anger surfacing.
“She’s mine! I don’t fv¢king care if she’s in love with you! She’s mine and would learn to love me too!” He screamed and Seb reached for his gun just as Pedro reached for his, both of then turning
to each other.
“No!” I shouted walking up to them.
And a gun sh0t sounded throu-gh the alre-ady empty restaurant.
My eyes opened in shock and I stood still, trying to comprehend the fact that I’ve been sh0t.
The pains c@m£ in next from my stomach, then my hand moved to it, tou-ching it slightly as i felt the warm liquid seeping throu-gh from my stomach.
I g@sped, trying to breathe as I fell to the floor. My heart rate increa-sed and tears managed to run throu-gh my face as I fell to the arms of both Pedro and Seb who were saying things I couldn’t hear. And tears were running down Seb’s face, I tried raising my hand to wipe them.
But I was too weak, my stomach hurt so much.
My baby!
My child was in there, my eyes were closing slowly and I couldn’t breathe anymore. And the darkness enclosed around me.
plea-se let my baby be safe.