REBORN FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER THREE - FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL

MARA’S POV

“What the f**k?” Clara’s smile dropped from her face as she realized that I was no longer in the chair.

“Mara, where the hell did you go—” her words were cut off as I grabbed her from behind, looping a hand over her neck and the glass to her neck.

“What the f**k are you doing?!!” she yelled at me, struggling to free herself. “Let me go!!”

“The more you keep moving, the more likely I am to slit your throat,” I warned and she stopped moving immediately.

“Are you going to kill me?” Clara teased, “we both know you aren’t capable of that so you can drop the act now.”

I scoffed at her, tightening my grip around her neck, “you have slept with my husband and threatened my life, so don’t f*****g tell me what I am capable of.”

As I spoke, the glass dug deeper into her neck, drawing blood and she went silent.

“Call Jonathan, tell him to come here and hand me his gun,” I ordered.

“Jonathan!!!” she called out immediately, her voice shaky with fear. “Jonathan!! Come here!!!”

Jonathan rushed to the room, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight in front of him, “let her go now!!” He yelled at me, pulling out his gun and pointing it towards me.

“Drop the gun Jonathan,” I said in a threatening tone, pressing the glass deeper to Clara's neck, drawing out more blood.

Jonathan looked from my face to Clara's with uncertainty.

“Do you really think you can shoot me faster than I can kill her?” I asked him, “if you shoot me, you are just going to have two dead girls on your arm and no ransom money.”

“She is right Jonathan, just drop the gun!!” Clara insisted, sounding terrified.

Grunting in disapproval, Jonathan dropped the gun and kicked it towards me.

Immediately, I shoved Clara over to Jonathan and picked up the gun.

“Now,” I yelled at them, firing a shot into the air before they could turn to me. “Get the hell out of my way before I shoot you both dead!!”

Clara scoffed as she glared at me, “there is no way you are going to shoot me Mara,” she said, folding her arms.

“You just don't have it in you.”

Those words set off a bomb in my head, I glared at Clara with my hands shaking in rage.

She really thought she could kidnap me and try to kill me and I would not have the guts to shoot her?

I pointed the gun right at her leg and then, I fired it.

“Arghhh!!!” She screamed out in pain, reaching for her leg and it was my turn to smirk.

She was wrong about me, and now, I was going to get the hell out here and let the world know just what kind of monster she was.

Jonathan held her leg, trying to stop the bleeding while she cried and I took the chance to get out of the room.

I had reached the front door and twisted it open when I heard Clara scream at Jonathan, “leave me and go after her, you i***t!! Don't allow her to get away!!”

As I heard that, I ran out of the building, holding the gun close to me while I ran for my life.

The road outside was dark and I could not see where I was heading, but I kept running without even looking back to check if Jonathan was behind me.

I barely made it out when Jonathan reached the front of the house.

“You are not going to escape from me, you f*****g b***h!!!” he yelled after me angrily, while I continued to run for my life.

As Jonathan ran after me, I quickly realised how fast he was.

Unconsciously, tears fell down my face as I pushed myself to run even faster.

I really should have taken my gym membership more seriously, I thought to myself.

Fuck.

Am I going to really die here?

No matter how fast I ran, Jonathan seemed to close up the gap.

“Get back here right now and maybe your death will not be so painful,” he threatened as he came closer and closer.

“Stay away from me!!” I yelled back, turning to face him, “Or I will shoot you—” my words broke off as I suddenly tripped on a rock and landed on my back.

Before I could get back on my feet and grab the gun, Jonathan closed the distance between us with amazing speed.

“I did warn you, didn’t I?” He asked me with a victorious smirk on his face. My heart was racing in fright as he bent over and picked me up by my hair, lifting me to face him.

“Let me go!!!” I shouted at him, trying to claw his hands away from me, while my eyes searched for the gun in the darkness.

“You stupid b***h,” he said, his eyes glinting cruelly, “maybe if you had been smarter, you might actually have survived this.”

No, there is no way I am going to die here.

I have to live, for Emma, for Ben, for my parents, I thought as my brain raced with a way to get out of this.

Suddenly, I kicked him in the groin, making his grasp on my hair loosen as he groaned out in pain.

Taking my chance, I quickly found the gun just a few feet away from me. As I grabbed the gun, Jonathan’s hands found my hair again, pulling me towards him.

Desperately, I fought against him, trying to free myself when he flipped me over to my back and climbed on me, his hands left my hair now and went to the gun, trying to pull it away from my grasp.

I knew that if I let go of the gun, I was going to die.

And I couldn’t die, not like this.

“Stop being a f*****g b***h already!!” Jonathan yelled, slapping me with a free hand, immediately I fired the gun as his grip loosened, making both of us freeze in silence.

Jonathan’s dark eyes locked on mine, widening as he realized what I had just done. He fell over to the side, gripping his stomach in pain as blood seeped through the wound.

“You… shot me?” he seemed confused as I rolled away from him, still holding the gun with trembling hands and looking at him in surprise.

I had done it, I thought, already jubilating.

I had overpowered him and won somehow, I was actually going to survive this.

Suddenly, bright headlights flashed from behind me and I turned over to find Clara driving a white truck towards me.

“You shot Jonathan?” she screamed angrily as she headed towards me, not attempting to slow as she sped over to me.

I stood there stunned and just before I could move out of the way, the heavy weight of the car crashed into me, lifting me over my feet and crashing on the windshield before hurling me through the air.

I was going to die, was the last thought I had as I surged down a steep hill, rolling through rocks and dirt, before finally landing on the ground with a bang.

Somehow, through it all, I was still alive, but I could tell that I was dying.

I have to stand up somehow, I have to get home to Emma, I told myself, as tears fell helplessly down my face.

All my bones ached, my head was bleeding, like there was glass lodged in it and I could not move a limb. I could not save myself anymore.

This isn’t fair, I deserved a do over, Clara could not get away with this. She could not take my life.

But the battle was over, and she had won.

My breaths were shallow, restricted as I waited to take my last breath.

“In my next life, if I get another chance, I swear I am going to destroy you Clara,” I promised myself in my head, with angry tears rolling down my face.

Slowly, my breaths came to a stop and I closed my eyes as the darkness took over.

***

“Is she still breathing?” A male voice asked suddenly and I felt a cold stethoscope on my chest.

“Yes she is still breathing, but her heart rate is slow,” another voice replied and suddenly, I was lifted and placed on a flat surface.

What was happening? Was I still alive?

“Don’t worry Mara, you are going to survive this” a man said as I struggled to open my eyes.

Who was he? Had he saved me?

Just then, a cold syringe pierced through my skin and I lost consciousness.