CHAPTER NINETEEN
585 Words
Princess’s POV
We drove, my eyes on the window. Suddenly, I saw Ryan running from a nearby street. “Stop the car!” I yelled, halting the car.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s father asked, breathless.
I jumped out, running to Ryan. “Are you okay? Where’s Eddie?” I asked, seeing his sweaty, tear-swollen face.
“He’s in that house,” he panted, pointing to a path.
“What house?” I asked, looking back.
“The only two-story building here,” he said, crying.
“Ryan!” his father yelled.
“I’ll get Eddie. Go to your father,” I said, sprinting toward the building.
“Princess, don’t go alone! Let the cops handle it!” he shouted. I ignored him, running. If Eddie was hurt, I’d never forgive myself.
I reached the under-construction house. “Eddie!” I yelled, searching. No response. My voice echoed as I climbed to the top floor.
I saw Uncle Joe strangling Eddie, both bloodied. Eddie looked lifeless. “Let him go!” I yelled, rushing forward.
Joe turned, his wounded eyes glaring. “Look who’s here, the girl I fed for two years, betraying her uncle,” he said, releasing Eddie and approaching me.
I backed away, reaching for my knife. He lunged, slapping me hard. I fell, clutching my cheek in pain.
“I swore I’d kill you like your mother. Didn’t think it’d be this easy,” he said, pulling me close, trying to kiss me.
“You killed my mother?” I asked, shocked, glancing at Eddie.
“Your detective didn’t tell you? Didn’t want to hurt you,” he mocked.
“How could you? We loved you, and you killed her!” I yelled, furious.
“Not just her, your father too. Let me tell you what your lover hid,” he said, forcing me to sit as he paced.
“I never loved your family, just your money. I wanted to f**k your mother, but she resisted, so I did it before killing her. I saw you, so like her, but you hated me, so I planned this,” he said, grinning.
I sobbed, heartbroken. “Why didn’t Eddie tell me?” I thought, seeing him on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, crying.
“Enough drama. Let’s get to business,” Joe said, reaching for my gown. I struggled, grabbing the knife.
Police sirens blared outside. Shocked, Joe looked out. I pushed him down, stabbing his palm. He groaned, face red.
Eddie stood, grabbing a plank and smashing it on Joe’s legs. Joe yelled. Eddie held him down as I sat on him.
“Do justice, Princess!” Eddie said, angry.
“For Father!” I yelled, cutting off his right thumb.
“For Mother!” I yelled, cutting his right index finger.
“For Ryan!” I yelled, cutting his left thumb.
“For Eddie!” I yelled, cutting his left index finger.
“For me!” I yelled, stabbing his other eye.
“Argh!” he screamed, blood pooling. I wasn’t satisfied.
“Weapons down!” cops yelled, storming in.
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