When Love Doesn’t Have To Be Together by Alex Chapter 13

Chapter 13 

Wesley, you are committing a crime here…” 

I spoke with difficulty, and with every word I uttered, the wounds in my face would give me more pain. Wesley clapped her hands indifferently. “It doesn’t matter. My dad can always clean up the mess I made.” The two sturdy men had already walked up to me and were staring at me with evil looks on their faces. The desire in their eyes was more frightening than the dagger in Wesley’s hand. 

I was terrified. “No! Don’t come over!” 

“Just consider a blessing. With your face, no one but us is still willing to have you!” 

As they spoke, they rubbed their hands and came towards me. 

The moment they touched me, I felt like thousands of ants were biting me. It was indeed 

“Go away! Go away!” 

gross. 

My hands and feet were tied, and I couldn’t break free. I could only sit on the chair and shake my body nonstop. 

I could even feel that the flesh on my face that was cut open could almost fall off at any time as I shook. But I had no time to think about that. 

I just wanted to escape them. 

“Why are you pretending to be innocent?” 

One of the men seemed to have lost his patience and slapped me to the ground with the chair. 

I lay there, my vision becoming blurry. 

The pain from that slap made me almost pass out. 

I felt pain, fear, helplessness, and despair. 

Those emotions were like raging waves, sweeping all over me again and again. 

But the bad guys showed no mercy to me. 

They began to approach me again. 

I wanted to resist, but I was powerless. 

I was like a lamb to be slaughtered, watching them tear my clothes to shreds. 

Death was upon me. He was telling me not to resist and to accept my fate. 

“Yes. How can I resist now? 

“Who can save me?” I wondered. 

Maybe the near–death had given me illusions. I actually thought I saw Tristen’s figure. 

Just like when I first fell in love with him, he was shining with light. 

He strode towards me, his eyes full of concern. 

“Is this the last gift the Death gives to a poor man like me?” I wondered. 

I couldn’t believe he let me see the man I once loved so much before I died. 

“That’s good.” I thought. 

I closed my eyes and let the tears flow down my blood–covered cheeks. 

I accepted my fate. 

“Natalie! Natálie! Wake up! 

“But why am I picked up? Why does Tristen’s voice sound so clearly in my ears?” I couldn’t understand it. It was like a dream, and I couldn’t tell if what was happening was frue. 

I tried hard to raise my eyelids, wanting to see everything in front of me clearly. 

It was indeed Tristen.”