Untamed: I’m coming for you.

Chapter Three

Mia's POV

A dead groom and a gun

The hallway is narrow, almost too tight for two to walk through it the same time. It's dark, with dim lights, the air is thick with a sickening silence.

We moved through it, the rustling of my dress against the walls, the thumping of our feets against the cold ground, the cold whispers on the other side all formed a silent, but painful jolt of shivers running down my spine.

Suddenly, Lina stops outside a plain door at the far end, panting heavily, gesturing for me to go further.

“He's in there.” She whispered, her voice echoing through the area. Then she slipped away. “Go on…”

I took a deep breath and swallowed a huge lump. Slowly, I pushed the door open.

The room is modest, an old guest room, but it's worn out. Cobwebs hung around every corner. The old smell of woods and torn papers filled the air. The atmosphere is thick with tension. My lingering pain ringing in my ears.

It's dark too. No light except for the sunlight shining through the windows.

And there, laying lifeless on the cold floor was James. No!!

I made sure my thoughts were correct. He lies still. His body pale. Completely cold. His once white shirt now soaked in blood, his mouth slightly open, like he tried to say something in his final breath.

Like he tried to reach out to me. Like he tried to call me.

The scene hit me like tons of brick on my chest. My heart stopped. My mind raced with thoughts. My body trembled, shivers ran down my spine. My cheek reddened, tears ran down my cheek, my vision blurred, the stench of blood made my stomach churn, my mouth agape in shock.

The rumbling of my belly got to it's peak. It found its way to my throat and forced it's way out my mouth.

I threw up all over the place, releasing the pain I've held up since.

I wiped out the remnants with my already soiled gown and cried.

“James?” I gasped, tears running down my cheek. I staggered forward and fell before him.

I touched his beautiful body, no pulse, no f*****g pulse. No warmth. Just the chilling feeling of death kissing my hands.

My hands hit the floor. The silly bouquet falls, the rose petals scattered across the bloodied ground. My hand vibrated violently, I held his lifeless face.

“It's a lie. No… no… no, no! James!”

My scream pierced through the silence and tore everything apart. My entire world crumbled to pieces. I needed someone to pick up the pieces, someone to arrange them again. Someone I can lean on. James! No! I love you. I'm so sorry!

My hands punched his pale chest in pain, my mind replaying how he held me, how he loved me, how we spent our last moments together. All the good times we shared.

Who did this? Who f*****g did this? He's still beautiful even in death. I want to kiss his lips. I want to lick his body. I want to hold him. I want him to hold me back. I need him to f*****g! HOLD! ME! BACK!

The tears were like acid as they ran through my cheek, spreading pain and burned my cheek as it traveled. Each drop, a reminder of us together. I can't get him out of my head. I won't forget you James. You're mine.

Come back to me. Come and claim me like you promised. Don't leave me. Not now. I need you. I f*****g need you James. God!!

I wailed in pain, with no one to comfort me, just me and my dead lover.

I cried, so hard. I cared less if there was anyone else. The pain was so deep, it doesn't feel real. This whole thing just feels… surreal.

My tears mixed with the blood on the ground, just the same way our bodies were tied together earlier today in that sheet. The world spins right in my face. Each rotation crazing my head. I wish someone else was here. Just to hold me… someone like him. He's irreplaceable.

“Why didn't you come back love? What did they do to you?” I cried.

As my sobs slow, followed by the loud sniffles, I heard it, just behind me. The thing I failed to realize since; betrayal.

I heard the slow and silent rattling of a gun part shifting. The air grew cold, the atmosphere tensed.

I wanted to turn back. I just couldn't. The fear had glued my neck. My entire body stiffened. My heart seized as I felt it. The mistakable presence behind me.

I struggled, and finally broke the bond and turned back slowly, my breath held in my lungs.

Oh my God!

It was Ronnie! James's best man. His own best friend. The man who have the unforgettable toast at the engagement party. So it was all a lie, but for what? What!?

He stood calmly at the door, completely unfazed, his fingers tightly wrapped around a silenced pistol, his gaze devoid of any emotions. All these while, he stood faceless, invisible, waiting for just the right time to strike. But of all days, why today? Why on my wedding day?

He chuckled softly.

“Surprise!!” He laughed.

“Ronnie! How could you?” I roared bravely, ready to tear him to pieces, but he quickly stopped me.

“Easy, easy now young pup. Get up.” He whispered quietly, gesturing with the gun too. “Up now!” He ordered, his eyes burning with disgust.

I struggled to my feet in shock, my lips trembling, my hands slowly on my head, my head pounding heavily.

“Ronnie? What are you? What is this? What's going on here?” I ranted.

“Ssshh.”

“Come on. James is dead. You should be helping.”

“Shut the f**k up!” He roared.

“If you want to keep your head, you better do as I say and no one will get hurt.” He warned. “Is that clear?”

“Umm.” I nodded in fear.

“Now get up!”

I slowly raised my height, my hands tied to my lips. The barrel of his gun lifts, directly at my head.

I move slowly, but the anger burns hot in me. I feel like a volcano about to erupt. I just can't take this anymore. The betrayal stings hard in my heart, even more than the threat.

“You killed him…” I cried. “You were his best friend for crying out loud.”

“Shut the f**k up.” He ordered. “This is your last warning.”

I looked into his eyes, fueled my rage, I showed him my strength.

“I won't.” I snapped. “You're a murderer. I'll make sure I deal with you.”

“I'll blow off your brains pig.” He warned.

“You're a golddigger. A fool. You will pay for this.” I spat. “Surely, I'll make sure of it.” I promised.

Immediately, he c****d the gun and fired a bullet into the air. It tore through the silence, my world.

Everything goes black before I hit the ground. The last thing I saw was Ronnie stepping closer, the sound of his footsteps singing in my ears, his eyes cold, calculating and mischievous.

“This was never about love.” I thought as the light faded away into darkness. “It was always a lie. Love is never real. It's cruel.”