The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Don’t Go

[Music: Eternity Of Reality By Yutaka Yamada]

Everything was still.

It had never felt so... quiet.

But then a sharp ringing drowned my ears, followed by other sounds I couldn’t pinpoint coming together. I heard metal groan loudly, the clink-clatter of glass, and a distant voice.

The voice was calling my name, faint and almost... gone. I can’t feel my body either... I can’t feel m-my... hand.

"Catherine!"

Reed?

I want to move, but I’m unable to do so. I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating.

"Catherine!"

Someone help me please... before I...!

I heard something ripped open, and I pulled away from the airbag, and I could finally catch air. I rasped heavily, trying to collect as much as possible, resting the back of my head on the seat before I moved my half-opened eyes to Reed.

Blood oozed from his head, sticking to his skin, and I wanted to ask if he was okay, but I couldn’t find my voice.

He forced the seatbelt off me and pulled me out, carrying me in his arms.

"Call an ambulance!"

I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t; my consciousness was slipping away faster than I could process.

~☆~

I ran down the stairs as fast as my little legs could carry me, my breath coming off harshly. I was still sleepy, but I didn’t let that stop me. At the last flight of stairs, I came to an abrupt stop, clenching the wood tightly.

"Mom! Dad!"

My mom turned to me, smiling. "Look who’s awake."

"What’s the point of sneaking out when she’s right behind?" my dad said, adjusting his glasses.

My mom threw him a look and pushed his shoulder lightly. She came to me and crouched to my height. I quickly wrapped my arms around her neck.

"Don’t go."

"Sweetie, are you okay? You’re shaking." She tucked my hair behind my ears so that she could cup my cheeks. "And you’re so cold and sweaty."

"I-I had a bad dream."

"Oh, sweetie."

"Don’t go, please."

She stroked my cheeks. "It’s alright, nothing bad will happen."

I truly wanted to believe her, I really do, but there was a deep-seated feeling that I couldn’t explain.

My dad neared us and playfully scattered my hair like he always does, and I would growl at him, but I wasn’t feeling it at the moment.

As if he could tell, his face contorted in concern.

"Don’t worry, we won’t take long." He kissed the top of my hair and stepped into the light.

I looked to my mom, eyes pleading.

"When I get back, how about you tell me all about that dream, okay?"

"I don’t even remember it."

"Huh... then that means it won’t come true. You already ward it off." She poked my little nose, and a smile crept on my lips, but it fell so quickly when she said the next words.

"Bye, sweetie, be good to gramps and granny." She kissed my forehead and rose to her full height, about to step into the light.

"Mom!" I called.

Slowly, she turned to me, and that was when I should have said it. I should have told her that I was sick, I should have begged her not to go. I should have made both of them stay.

I should have gone with them.

She waved at me and disappeared into the light.

Had I stepped into the light, too?

Ares?

They were waiting for me.

Please don’t leave me again. Please.

Mom.

Dad.

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