Doomed to love you

Chapter 3

Samantha's POV:

I could not sleep an ounce that night and kept trying my brother's mobile number the whole time. I fell asleep at around five in the morning but soon startled up after hearing voices that came from the living room. I could make out from their tone that my parents yelling at someone. For a split second, I thought that Jon had returned and they were screaming at him. I was content about his return and sprinted to the living area but my happiness died soon enough when I saw a few men dressed in dark colored suit and there were heavily armed. There were about eight men and two of them were pointing a gun on each one of my parents' head. Fear crept at the back of my spine and the next moment I realized that I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Ahhh.... leave them alone.” I pushed the guy away from my mom. “Mom, who are they? Why are they here?” I moved to the man who was pointed the gun at my dad. I carefully pushed the gun away from my dad's head and stared at the man. I heard my mom whimpering with fear and her cheeks were strained with tears. 

“Jon is not here. You can go, check the whole house if you want.” I pointed the way to the stairs with my hand. My lips were quivering uncontrollably and I did not know how I managed to utter those words. 

“We are not here for that fucking brother of your's. We have ordered several of our men to find that dog and kill him first on sight in the most brutal way you can ever imagine.” I swallowed hard as if trying to gulp down the huge lump that was dwelling in my throat and mom started sobbing loudly after hearing that.

“Then what do you want? Why are you tormenting us so early in the morning?” I squared my shoulder and questioned him.

He roared with laughter, “Oh I bet you, you will learn the real meaning of 'torment' after this day. Your life is going to be a living hell. You are all going to suffer for what that bastard has done to our boss's sister.” He walked closer to me and eyed me from head to toe.

“Consider today as a special day in your life, since you are getting married in another two hours. Go get ready.” He pushed me roughly towards the stairs.

I chocked on my own breathe and felt like the whole world around me spinning after hearing him. He must be joking, right?

“Excuse me?” My parents were freaking out by now. My dad had rushed closer to me and spread his arms to shield me from those men.

“Leave my daughter alone. She is innocent. She has nothing to do in this. Take me and torture me all that you want. Leave my baby alone.” He pleaded them but they did not react to any of it. They kept laughing and seemed to be enjoying the fact that we were pleading for our lives.

“You have ten minutes to go get changed. We will leave after that.” The guy who stood tall among the others spoke in a gruff voice. He looked scary and intimidating.

“What if I don't agree to go with you? What if I scream loud enough for the neighbors to come and stop you all?” I crossed my arms and starred at him. "Dad call the police."

He clicked his tongue and laughed, shaking his head. “You can do all those things if you want to see your dad and mom dead. We will chop of their heads and pin it on the wall outside, if you want. Or we can chop them into small pieces and throw them into the river.” He said, walking closer with his murderous glare at me. 

I shook my head vigorously, “No you cannot do that to us. You are simply threatening us. I'll call the police if you don't go out right now.” I yelled at him pointing my fingers towards the door.

He stared at me with his emotionless eyes for a few minutes before turning to my mom and shooting her on her left shoulder. Dad stood there panic stricken whereas mom kept screeching out of pain, holding her shoulder. My whole body started to shiver out of fear. "Mom..." I rushed to her side and held her in my arms. Within the next few seconds, the whole place became and smelled bloody.

“You still don’t have any idea what your dear brother has gotten you all into, don't you? No one will want to get on the bad side of my boss. He has more brutal ways to kill your parents, which I don't think you will want to know. Now, if you don't heed to our warnings, I shall easily put a bullet through your dad's skull.” He warned me in a cool yet frightening tone.

My breathing was skyrocketing and I was horrified, thinking of all the things they could do to my parents.

“Can... you give us a...moment together, please?” I pleaded him. I was no more brave to fight them. He shook his head, agreeing to my plea.

“Alright we will be waiting for you outside. Do not try anything stupid.” He warned me with a serious look and walked out, with his men following close behind him.

I ran to my room to get the first aid kit and returned back to my mom who was groaning loud in pain. I sat beside her weeping. I cleaned the wound and placed some cotton on it. I tied it with a gauze around it to stop the bleeding temporarily. I hugged her and cried silently.

“You don't have to do it, my baby. Run away through the back door.” My mom told me between her painful sobs.

I shook my head, crying loudly, “No, no. I can't leave you both in such a situation. They will kill you if I run now.”

“No, Listen Sammy. Run as fast as you can. Go somewhere, anywhere.. where you can be safe. We will save ourselves. Get up, now. Run through the back door.” He held my arm and dragged me through the back door. “We love you, my child.” They kissed me one last time before pushing me away. I turned back while staring at my parents and the backdoor. I was torn between saving my own self from the marriage and saving the lives of my parents. When they pushed me once again, I started running away without turning back. 

I did not know where I was supposed to go but I kept on running though the back streets, like a mad women. I ran as fast as my legs could move, panting and crying till a black car blocked my way. I was breathing heavily and my vision was blurred by all the running. I saw the silhouette of a man getting out of the car. I closed my eyes a few times to clear my vision and started panicking immediate. Before I had the time to react, I was slapped hard on the face and I fell on the ground. My head started to spin and I had to shake my head a few times before standing up again. His men came running behind him, throwing daggers at me. 

“Can't you handle that little bitch?” he roared at his men. “Get her inside the car and get rid of her parents.” He ordered before walking to his car.

“No, no, leave them alone. Please. I will obey you. Please leave them.” I started screaming and howling at him. People started to crowd around and see what was going on in horror but no one dared to save me from those monsters.

I was soon shoved into his car and taken somewhere. I sat at the back seat crying, thinking about my ill fated life. All through the drive, I kept begging him to not kill my parents but he did not mind my cries. ‘whom am I marrying?’ I wanted to ask him but decided otherwise. How does it matter now? They are determined to make my life a miserable hell. Definitely I am not marrying a prince charming. I wept silently.

Soon, I was taken to the city hall. A man, the clerk I guess was waiting for us at the entrance and he led us inside. All my certificates were placed in front of him one be one, which I have no idea, where they had got from. The man kept looking at me pitifully and carried on with the procedure. After completing the paper work, he asked Benita's big brother to sign on it, followed by me. ‘So he is the one I am getting married to? Then I am so dead.’ I thought. 

“You are married now.” The officiant announced.

All my dreams about my wedding were shattered but right at that moment, it did not bother me. All I wanted to do was to save my parents from these monsters. I had no idea where my brother was but one thing that I was sure about was that he wouldn't have raped Benny.

I hung my head low and walked outside the city hall with my husband silently.

I sat on the passenger seat and glanced at him. He was wearing a grey button up shirt and black suit jacket. I could see few tattoos on his arms where his sleeves were rolled up. His hair was shortly trimmed at the back and sides whereas the front hair was neatly gelled and combed back. He had a thin and pointed nose and thick stubble. He looked dangerously evil. He looked at me with his murderous eyes and I averted mine.

After about an hour of driving, we reached a huge white mansion. He parked the car outside and I got out from the car. He strode inside with fast steps and I trailed behind him like a lost puppy. He pushed open the heavy double door and we were quickly greeted by an old woman.

She slightly bowed to him and he nodded in response.

“ She will stay in my room. Give her some clothes to wear.” He ordered her and went away. The thought of sharing his room began to disturb my already messed up brain but I decided to stay calm.

“I'm Sheila. The head chef.” She said politely. “Have you eaten anything?”

I shook my head in denial. She placed the meal in front of me. I did not realize how hungry I was till the smell of coffee and pancakes hit my senses. I hadn't had a proper meal in the last twenty four hours. I quickly gobbled everything that was offered to me.

She took me to the first floor and showed me a big door.

“This is the master’s room. This is where you will stay. I'll bring you some night dress to wear.” She walked away slowly after opening the door and showing me my way.

I entered the room to find it almost empty. The room was huge, bigger than my whole house. There was a large bed placed right in the center. The walls were painted white and black. There was a photo framed and hanging on the wall. I walked closer to it and saw Benny with her brother. They both were laughing and looked happy. I bit back the sob that was about to escape my mouth.

He must have loved his sister so much and now he has promised to make my life a mess. I was terrified thinking what could have been in store for me. He definitely did not marry me out of love. What exactly was he planning to do with me?

I just sat on the bed thinking, with the photo frame tightly held in between my hands and my chest. I stared at it for a few minutes before placing it on the bedside table. Soon, the door opened and the devil walked in all his glory.