Page 57 of London Has Fallen
“London, calm the fuck down,” Dad chastises me but I can’t, a need so strong has overcome me with the need to get the fuck back to Artemis. “Get her in the car, we need to move.” Before I can comprehend what is happening I’m shoved into the back seat of the car and the door is slammed closed behind me. I reach for the handle.
“London?” I spin around in my seat and the sight of her sitting there looking terrified and worried for me stops my heart.
“Mom,” I choke out, she lurches across the seat and wraps me in her arms.
“I’m here, baby girl, I’ve got you, baby.” No tears come as I hold my mom, I feel destroyed and confused but I can’t cry. Something inside me has shut down and I beg it to close everything else inside me away inside a black box so I feel nothing. I want to feel numb and rid myself of this crippling pain in my chest, it feels like I’m dying. “We’ll get you through this, baby.”
There is no getting through this because I just killed him.
I step beneath the spray of the shower in the hotel room my dad put me in. I feel numb and empty. I frown at the sight of the water turning red and draining away, I gasp and drop to my knees covering the drain with my hand as I reach around blindly to shut off the shower.
“No, I’m sorry, no, no come back, I’m sorry,” I scream as I try to stop the bloody water from leaking between my fingers into the drain. “Come back, I’m sorry.”
The door to the bathroom bursts open to reveal my mom and dad. At the sight of me naked and on the floor, my dad falls over his feet to escape while my mom rushes to yank the glass door open and drops to her knees in front of me. “What is it, honey?”
“Turn the shower off,” I shout at her. She leans over me and shuts the water off.
“No!” I cry out as the water continues to drain away. “Get me something to stop it, I can’t let him go like that.”
Mom grabs my face and lifts my head. “London, What’s happening?”
I shake free of her hold. “I let him go, it’s all I have left and he’s draining away.” Confusion mars her features.
“Erika!” My mom turns toward the door and catches the robe my dad tosses her, she wraps it over my shoulders as the last remnants of water slip through my fingers. I stare at the specks of blood that still cling to my skin and feel relief, he’s still with me. Strong arms lift me from the floor and I know it’s my dad, he gently places me on the bed as my mom darts forward and secures the robe around me as I continue to stare at the blood staining my nails.
He’s still with me.
“Royal, what the fuck happened?” I hear Mom ask.
“I don’t know,” he answers dejectedly.
“Something happened to our daughter,” she whispers brokenly. I peer over at them and frown at the sight of them both standing there staring at me.
“He’s still with me.” Mom looks like she’s about to cry while Dad looks murderous.
“Who is?” Mom pushes. I cut my gaze to Dad and watch as he studies me for a moment before his gaze hardens. He says nothing as he reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone out. He dials someone before bringing the phone to his ear.
“Get to London’s room now.” I cock my head to the side, confused for a second until I push that away and go back to staring at the blood on my skin and smile.
He’s still here.
I bolt upright screaming. Hands grab at me and I scream louder as I fight to push them away in the dark. “Get the fuck away from me,” I shout as I shuffle backward, falling off the side of the bed. I continue to crawl on my hands and knees until I reach the corner of the room and huddle there. A light flickers on and I bury my face in the top of my legs.
“London?” The voice sounds familiar but I don’t look up, this is just a dream.
“Royal, let him talk to her.” I know that voice as well.
“Why the fuck would I do that, Chaos? His family fucking clearly tortured my daughter.”
“You didn’t see what I saw when I brought her out.”
“What did you see exactly?” That’s my dad’s voice. The sound slowly begins to penetrate the fog.
“Your daughter breaking her own heart, let the boy in to see her. He’s a twin and seeing him will help her, trust me, I know.” The room grows quiet for a long time until I feel someone growing closer. I don’t dare look up, but the person stops a few feet away and I hear them sit on the ground. I don’t move or say anything for a while but curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly lift my head to see him sitting a few feet away from me. A sob claws out of my throat as I crawl toward him and straddle his lap, burying my face in the crook of his neck as his arms band around me, holding me tight. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, soaking in his warmth and relishing in the feeling of having him here with me in the flesh.
I don’t know how much time passes before I can feel my lids drooping shut from exhaustion, but I’m scared that if I close my eyes that horrible nightmare will come back, it was so real. I felt the blade tear through his skin and sink into his stomach.
It felt so real.