Dangerously Unusual novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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I walked quite a long distance while Velma led me. Just how big was that house? From the room where I remained locked up to Anthonio's room was such a distance.

At a point, we finally stopped and to my surprise, Velma took my blindfold off. I was in front of a huge door. I didn't bother looking around because there was darkness. I couldn't even make out Velma's face is dark. I just knew I was in a hallway, in front of one of the doors.

"Enter..." Velma whispered. I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in, Velma." I heard Anthonio reply.

Slowly, I opened the door and went in. His room wasn't at all like mine. It was huge and beautiful. The bed was as large as mine though. There was a TV with cable, and a balcony, and the windows were exactly where they ought to be. Unlike my room which looked more like a VIP prison cell.

I closed the door behind me and turned to where he was. He was backing me, shirtless and looking at his reflection in a mirror. He didn't see me. But when I looked in the mirror to see what he was doing, shock took over me. br He had a pair of medical sharp scissors in his hand. I watched with horror as he dug the pair of scissors deep into the wound in his shoulder. He closed his eyes, trying to support the pain. Blood just kept oozing out!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed in shock. Surprised, Anthonio turned to me angrily.

"What are you doing here??" he growled.

"Stop! That's dangerous!" I screamed and tried to approach him but he took a gun from his table and pointed it at me.

"Don't move!" he groaned out in pain as he sent the scissors further into his wound. I screamed for him to stop but he ignored me. br I watched with horror as he pulled the bullet out of his wound with the pair of scissors before letting both bloody objects drop on the floor. His gun dropped too.

"Are you mad?!" I panicked and ran towards him. My first reaction was to try and stop the oozing blood with my nightgown. br "What the hell is wrong with you?" I couldn't believe he was this sick. br "Come here!" I ordered courageously, not caring about the fact that he might hurt or kill me.

I pulled him along and made him sit. His eyes were bloody red and I could tell he was in great pain. He was strong but still human. If I had been shot, I'd cry to death! He didn't cry nor did he show any emotion that he was in pain. He just stared at me, red-eyed. br I took cotton and soaked it in alcohol. I was about to clean his wound when he caught my wrist. I looked him straight in the eyes.

"What's that?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Cotton soaked in alcohol," I replied.

He eyed the cotton as if I'd soaked it in poison.