Page 22 of Stalked

“Fuck you.” He spits at me. Blood falls from his mouth, some of it landing on my cheek.

“I won’t ask again.” Shoving him, he grunts when his back hits the ground.

“I’m not telling you shit,” he hisses, waving the knife once more at me. Quick and easy I shoot his hand, blood flying, most of it over my white dress shirt.

“Him or me?” It’s all I really need to know. Either way, I’m going to protect him. I’ll kill anyone who threatens to hurt Gabriel. He’s mine, and only mine to hurt.

He smirks up at me as if he won something. It only fuels my anger. The better part of my brain knows I should drag his sorry ass back to the house, and tie him up in the basement. But I don’t.

Aiming, I give him a clean shot in the head. And then a few more in the chest, for good measure.

“Damn,” Gabriel says behind me.

How could I have forgotten he was here, that he was going to witness me murdering someone?

Fuck.

I turn towards Gabriel, ready to plead my case. To tell him anything that will make him not run for the hills when my vision blurs. My knees buckle and I go down. Way to be such a fucking pussy.

Gabriel

Take a nice walk outside. It will be fun.

Well, fuck that guard, whoever it was. This was not a good walk, and it was surely not fun. Especially when Tobias falls down like a sack of shit.

“Fuck,” I mumble. Tobias takes a shaky breath, his hand going to his side when my eyes seem to finally catch up to realize his white dress is covered in blood.

His blood.

“Fuck!” Dropping to my knees, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, my heart racing as I reach forward pressing my bare hand to his shirt. Blood coats my hand. “There’s too much,” I whisper.

“You say fuck too much.” Tobias tries to chuckle only grunts in pain.

“Stop it,” I hiss, pulling my shirt over my head, and press it to his side. “There’s a lot of blood, baby. Fuck.”

“Little Rabbit, breathe. I’ve been through worse.” Again, he tries to laugh.

“Stop it. I told you to stop. This isn’t a laughing matter. You’re literally bleeding out,” I hiss, pressing the shirt harder against him. Tobias grunts, glaring at me. “I told you to stop,” I hiss, reaching into my pocket for where my phone normally is, but of course I have yet to receive the thing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I growl. Why won’t he give me my phone? “Well, this is perfect. You’re going to bleed out and I’m going to be stranded here. I don’t like being left alone.” Looking around, I feel the panic racing through my veins. This isn’t the time to panic, but fuck. I don’t do well on my own. Sure, I live by myself, but suddenly thinking about being on my own without Tobias, the nerves are going to get the best of me when I need to be strong for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tobias says, breaking into my thoughts.

“What?” Glancing down, I take notice that he’s smiling and no hint of hurting in sight.

“You’re beautiful. And even more so when you’re worried.”

“What are you talking about?” Was I dreaming? He is surely not making any sense.

“Little Rabbit…” I don’t like the way he’s saying that. I don’t like it at all. “This isn’t all my blood.” Carefully taking my hand in his, he pulls our hands away from his wound. Lifting and untucking his blood-soaked shirt up, I stare in shock. He pulls it up enough that I gawk at his rock-hard abs. Really nice abs if I may say. Likereally nice.

“Gabby?” Tobias whispers.

“Hmm?” I hum, my eyes traveling down to the two small stab wounds. Though they don’t appear to have done much damage.

“Soooo, you’re telling me… I, uh, freaked out for nothing?” Dropping my hand from his, I sit back, my fingers immediately twisting together. My eyes glued to the blood spots laying against my palm.

“It happens.”

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