Blood and wine episode 20 & 21

?Blood And Wine ?

 

Chapter 20

 

?Sebastian’s point of view?

A feeling of sadness rushed throu-gh me and the bullet went throu-gh Amaya’s stomach causing her to g@sp and tou-ching her stomach, the blood alre-ady seeping throu-gh the pale blue go-wn she

was wearing.

At first I was shocked, but at the sight of her falling to the ground snapped me out of my shock ad I ran to her, holding her in my arms. She g@sped, her eyes watering as she clutched her stomach, silently praying for her baby.

“Hey, st©p, he’s going to be alright, look at me” I said, picking up her bloodied hand and placing it on my face, I couldn’t stand watching her in so much pain. It was tearing up my heart and I didn’t know when a tear fell from my eyes.

Pedro walked up to us, watching with wi-de eyes, a if he couldn’t believe what he had done. During our fight, he had accidentally pu-ll-ed the trigger, and it had hit Amaya.

“Get the fv¢k away from her! It’s all your fault you monster! Get the fv¢k out of here, if she dies I’ll make sure I kill you, and bathe in your blood!” I shouted at him, but he was so shocked, frozen in

place as he watched Amaya with sad eyes.

He picked up his hand and they trembled, causing the gun to fall to the floor. He shivered, before walking closer but I stood up pushing him back, my bloodied hands staining his white shi-t.

“I said get the fv¢k away from here! She doesn’t love you, when would you accept that?! It’s all your fault she’s here! You sh0t her you bastard! Get the fv¢k away!” I shouted, my anger surfacing, he didn’t have the right to here, standing all so guilty and sad.

It was all his fault, if he hadn’t come here in the first place, me and Amaya would have had a happy dinner and things would have worked out so well.

It was all this bastard’s fault!

Pedro eyes flashed angry for a moment before returning to a sad state, he turned to Amaya who was bleeding on the floor, for a moment, I saw tears glitter in those blue eyes.

“Tell her I’m sorry” He finally said before walking away.

Yes, fell guilty, filthy bastard.

I ran back to Amaya when I saw her eyes closing, I pu-ll-ed her close to me, her blood staining my tux.

“Stay with me baby, keep your eyes on me” I pu-ll-ed her hair away from her face, watching those brown eyes fli-cker shut and open again.

“It hu…hurts” She whispered, tears running from her face.

My heart broke. “It’s ok, I’m going to call for help” I balanced her head in my right hand, before fishing my phone from my pocket dialing the ambulance.

After that I threw it to the floor, screaming in agony.

“Help is on it’s way Amaya, hey, hey, look at me baby. Keep your eyes on me”

“M..my..ba..baby?” She asked so softly I almost didn’t hear. I quic-kly wiped my tears away placing my other hand on her stomach, trying to st©p the blood from running out.

“It’s safe ok? It’s ok. Just stay awake, damn it!” I roared when Amaya eyes closed for a moment, but I shook her awake. “Look at me Amaya! fv¢k! I love you, I love you so fv¢king much it hurts! I

love you so fv¢king much, just stay with me ok? I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry” I pu-ll-ed her closer to me, sobbing into her n£¢k.

“I’m so sorry” I whispered, before she finally fell limp in my eyes, I turned to see her eyes closed. It looked almost as if she were dead. So peaceful and so beautiful.

My heart ached, it broke, it shattered.

 

“Don’t die plea-se! fv¢k don’t die on me Amaya! I nee-d you. Without you I’m nothing, I’m just a walking corpse, without you I’ll loose any de-sire to live. I nee-d you, I nee-d you to breathe, I nee-d

you to live. I nee-d to see those brown eyes of yours everyday, I want to see smile at me. Damn it! I want to see you dance once more. I nee-d you Amaya! fv¢k!!” I screamed, gently stro-king Amaya’s hair, as the tears ran uncontrollably down my cheeks, I didn’t bother wiping them away.

My heart was heavy, I didn’t want Amaya to die. Not the one person I had finally fallen in love with.

Not the one person who made my heart flutter, not the person who chased away my nightmares and brou-ght back my feelings, my emotions.

I loved Amaya with my whole life. And if she died, a hvge piece of me would die with her too.

She was at the center of my world, we hadn’t even gone on any d@t£ yet, this one we had was ruined, I hadn’t even confessed to her yet. I hadn’t even done anything for her yet.

Despite the fact I had just learnt she was married and pregnant for my enemy, I still wanted her, even more than before. She loved me, I loved her, can’t this two hearts just be free, and be with each other without no third p@rty?

I held unto Amaya’s b©dy, before facing her, and my heart broke even more. She looked so pale and weak, those eyes closed, and tears on her face. She looked so so peaceful and I was scared

she was dead. Around her was a pool of blood, her whole go-wn we-t and red with the blood.

I chocked back a sob, placing a small k!sson herl-ips. I heard the siren outside, the paramedics were here, I swept her into my arms, her hands dangling at her sides, balancing her on my hands I stood up walking towards the door of the empty restaurant.

With each step I took I felt every last shred of hope leave my b©dy, I couldn’t take it if anything happened to her, my sweet Amaya. Moi amore. My love.

I got to the door and was almost blinded by the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulances.

“Get the stretcher!” One of the paramedics shouted, opening the back door of the ambulance before walking up to me, her eyes wi-dening.

“We have acfenale sh0t to the stomach!” She shouted at the other paramedics coming out the van with the stretcher. “Hurry! She’s pregnant!”

They c@m£ with the stretcher and I gently placed Amaya on it, wiping my eyes at her pale skin.

They placed at oxygen mask in her face, wheeling the stretcher into the van. I followed them, walking into the ambulance.

I took a seat just beside Amaya as the ambulance drove us to the hospital.

Just sitting there watching Amaya looking almost dead was causing me so much pain, I took her hand in mine, feeling the soft, small slender f!ngersagainst mine.

“I love you Amaya, don’t worry you’ll be alright. I’ll be by your side when you wake up. And I’ll be first person you’ll see. I love you so much, and I’ll never let you go”

 

?Blood And Wine ?

Chapter 21

?Pedro’s point of view?
I was back in the darkness. The same darkness I found refuge in downing down a bottle of Scotch, and guilt to-re at my heart, eating it up and spitting it back out, causing me pain. Intense Pain.
And when I tried to ignore it, my mind flashed with an image of her on the floor, clutching her stomach, bleeding.
A bullet I had put in her, causing her pain, her and my child in there.
My heart ached.
I ru-bbe-d at my che-st, as if to soot the pain away but it only wors£ned it, and the scotch burnt down my throat before settling in my stomach and I grimaced at the pain.
I dropped the glas-s in the table before twirling the heart padlock n£¢klace I didn’t have the strength to re-move.
Amaya.
Her name rang in my head, ma-king me relax a little, but the image of her lying in her pool of blood brou-ght more pains to my heart and I ru-bbe-d at my che-st again.
She was finally happy with someone, the moment I saw her sitting there, she looked so beautiful and different, because of the smile on her face, she was blu-shing and happy in six years.
What did he give her that I didn’t?
What made him so special?
Why had she fallen in love with him and not me?
What had I done wrong?
You R@p£d her you dumb $h!t! My subconscious screamed at me.
Yes I did, and the guilt never re-leased me from it’s torment. It always reminded me of every mistake I made.
Especially the most current one, where I sh0t Amaya. I didn’t want to. I would never think of hurting her because she was at the center of my world. But I had been so blinded with anger, so angry because she kept going after him, she still wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with her even though the sadness was visible in his eyes. I felt so jealous and I was going to loose the one thing that mattered to me. Amaya.
I was so scared, I didn’t want to loose her. Damn! I loved her. I wanted to drag her back here with me. I nee-ded to have her here with me or I was going to go insane, I was going to go mad.
So I had attacked him, my anger getting the best of me, and I had pu-ll-ed the trigger, I didn’t want to, I swear. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. But then we didn’t always get what we wanted, and instead the bullet had hit Amaya.
I would never forget the way my heart froze in shock, my blood ran cold and I stood like a statue, my heart broke into pieces, shattering completely. And seeing the blood seep from her dress brou-ght teats to my eyes as she g@sped before falling to the floor, but then Seb was there to catch her while I was still frozen in my sp©t.
I wasn’t there to catch her. I was too horrified, scared and terrified because of what I had done.
The way she clutched unto him, holding him for life, her eyes filled with tears and love. I felt a pang in my che-st and stepped closer to them.
But Seb was on his feet, pushing me back and blamming me for everything, calling me monster.
Then he asked me to leave.
I glanced back at Amaya before telling him to tell her I was sorry.

I had to leave. I didn’t know what else to do. It was obvious she didn’t nee-d me there, obvious she didn’t love me.
And as usual, I was back in my darkness, drinking alcohol, while savoring the only time she had smiled at me, when I gave her the n£¢klace.
I re-moved mine from my n£¢k to observe it, it repres£nted my heart, and it’s key was with Amaya.
Even though she didn’t love me, I loved her so damn much and it hurt.
Even worse was she was carrying my child. My child might me in danger because of my foolish anger and mistake. My child. The only being I cared about ap@rt from Amaya.
I didn’t want anything to happen to him/her. And I didn’t want that bastard Seb to be there with it.
That child was mine!
I might be willing to let Amaya go but I’ll be damned if I let the child go. He had alre-ady taken Amaya from me, he’s not going to take my child.
You alre-ady killed it! My subconscious screamed at me again.
No! It was alive. I pray it survived. I pray it does.
I placed the n£¢klace back in my n£¢k and gr!pp£dmy hair in anger.
fv¢k! Why was I feeling like this?
Why was I feeling so fv¢king empty again?
My heart ached and I stood up from the chair, picking up the glas-s and slamming it to the floor, it shattered into a thousand pieces. But it wasn’t enough.
It’s all your fault, you almost killed her! My mind was saying.
“Do you think I don’t fv¢king know that?!” I shouted, my anger surfaced, and I picked up the bottle of Scotch flinging it to the wall and it shattered.
If she dies, it’s on your head!
“Shut up!” I picked the table throwing it to the wall. It broke.
And she’s Carrying your child. You haven’t only killed her, you’ve killed your child too!
“Shut the fv¢k up!” I picked the chair next breaking it into two
You’re pathetic!
The vase went to the wall Next.
And all because she didn’t love you. No one would ever love you!
“I said shut up!” I screamed, throwing the dressing table away, breaking everything that was on it.
You wanna know why no one loves you?
“Shut the fv¢k up!” I screamed again, gripping my hair ti-ght, trying to block the voice shouting inside my head.
Because you’re a monster. And monsters don’t deserve love!
I fell to my knees, and pains exploded in them because I felt the glas-s pocking at my skin.
But the pain wasn’t to be compared to what I was feeling inside. I was shattered inside, broken, sad. And there was nothing I could do.
I was just going to stand at the sidelines, watching her, watching her smile with him. Watching her love him, dance for him, and be happy. While she’s with my child, they were going to be a one big
happy family.
While I sat in the darkness, waiting for it to torture me with the thoughts of her loving me instead.
But waking up to find it’s just me sitting alone in this cold empty house.

 

Tbc