$13 Strangled
1044 Words
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness.
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Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.
He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow arched in curiosity, was she trying to look good for him?
He almost chuckled.
She turned around swiftly and left his study with quickened steps. When the door closed behind her, he smiled. "That girl..."
Reaching for his cup, he raised it to his lips and sipped from it. A surprising milky sweetness slid down his throat and his face scrunched in confusion.
"What the...?" He squinted softly.
He took off the lid and stared into the cup. It seemed his usual dark coffee had been sweetened with milk. "s**t!" He dropped the cup and sprung from his seat.
He knew he was lactose intolerant so he avoided milky things entirely. But there were occasions where he mistakenly took products with milk, just in case, he had some allergy pills in his bedroom.
But the main issue there was, would he make it in time?
Unlike normal allergies, his was ten times faster to react. By the time he passed his desk, he felt the air seize from his lungs.
Holding on to his desk to keep himself from falling, he pulled out his tie roughly. His skin had immediately turned red and his eyes burnt with hot tears. His reactions were always so severe ever since he was a kid.
Wheezing and desperately trying to breathe, he heard the door push open and he saw the blurry image of Rebecca and Chase.
Veins traced his forehead and his limbs became too weak. Too reluctant to carry his weight, his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
"Diego!" Rebecca's voice caught his ear but like it was from a million miles away.
A second more and everything turned black.
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A little boy ran up the stairs to find his dad to show him the new stuffed toy his mother just got him. He was so excited and he loved his father so much.
When he got to his dad's bedroom, he noticed the door was slightly opened and he could hear his dad's voice laced with anger.
He decided to take a peek inside to see what was going on. His dad stood tall in front of a cowering man, he growled like a beast in anger, yet his words couldn't express how angry he was.
Reaching into his pocket, he took out a pistol and shot the man in front of him. The bullets pierced the man heartlessly. First. Second. Third. Fourth. Fifth. To the skull, cutting the man's horrific screams short.
Blood soaked up the ground and flowed towards the little boy's feet. The stuffed toy in his hand dropped and drank up the blood.
When his father turned and noticed him, he smiled.
Diego sprang into a sitting position, gasping desperately for air. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and bare chest.
The cold of the night flushed against his skin and the strands of hair on his body were left standing on their ends.
"Diego!" Rebecca yelled as she noticed him. She moved closer to him and placed a hand on his forehead. A gasp left her mouth. "Oh my goodness! You're burning up!"
He let his eyes fall close for a moment and steadied his breathing. Opening his eyes, he shrugged off her hand and climbed out of bed, throwing the blanket off his body. "Get out." He said coldly.
She stared at him with worry laced with confusion. "How can you say that right now? I need to look after you!"
"Where's Chase?" He questioned, walking towards his wardrobe.
"He stepped out to get a few medical supplies. He specifically told me you need to rest. You've been out all day! You need to recuperate." She insisted.
Her words were met by silence which irked her. She grunted and stomped towards him. "I get it, you're stubborn and arrogant but now is not the time for all of that! You need to listen to me! You almost died–"
"And whose fault is that?!" He roared.
She whimpered at his voice and stepped back unconsciously.
He approached her like a deadly storm and his hand wrapped around her throat and pinned her to the wardrobe door. Anger caused his brows to furrow. "You tried to kill me thinking you could escape, isn't it?"
Tears burnt in her eyes and threatened to fall down her face. He wasn't strangling her but she could not bring herself to breathe.
"You must have been so happy to know that I have such an obvious weakness and now you want to kill me to escape. Well let me tell you something you don't know.
"I am the only reason you are breathing right now and if anything should happen to me, you'll die before you can take the next breath." He growled through gritted teeth.
His grip tightened a little as he barked in her face, "Do you understand that?!"
She whimpered softly, her tears pouring down her face. Her eyes fell close and her entire body trembled.
He felt so angry that she could take such a bold step as plotting to kill him, but something confused him. How did she find out?
Only Chase was aware of his allergy. Come to think of it, they had rushed in together... almost as if they plotted it. Would Chase really try to...?
His voice had turned ice cold and all emotions wore off his face. His grip around her neck tightened as he spoke. "How did you find out about my allergy?"
She opened her mouth to speak but fear had cut her tongue.
Anger caused him to slam her against the wardrobe harshly as he repeated. "How did you find out?!" He growled.
Rebecca wanted to speak, to explain herself that it was all a misunderstanding. But all she could do was cry.
"If you refuse to confess, then I'll just have to kill you right now..."
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