Chapter 72

Callea fell on the bed. She felt a ringing in her ears and her face was numb from the impact of his palm. Then he clutched her shoulder and pulled her up. "You are an evil woman because you don't love me. After everything I did for you, how could you hurt me this way."

She gave him a death glare and cupped her own face. She felt the pain shot at the side of her lips. She touched it and saw blood on her fingers.

She suddenly calmed herself. She shouldn't have let her emotions get the better of her. She was dealing with a deranged man. He has the tendency to be violent. He was not afraid of anything and anyone. And a deranged man with money to burn made it worse.

His face became soft again when he saw her wound. "You got hurt. I am sorry, Callea."

Tear brimmed his eyes. The wolf suddenly became a sheep. She hit his hand when he tried to take a look at her wound. "Don't you dare touch me?"

"Are you mad? I didn't mean to hurt you, Callea. You just pushed me." He stepped down the bed while pulling his hair in anguish. "I am so stupid! I hurt Callea. I hurt Callea." She shrieked when he bumps his own head to the wall several times. Then he laughed while holding his hurt head. "Don't get mad at me, Callea. I told you I would hurt anyone who hurts you. And I avenged you, right?"

Her heart nearly jumped out of her ribs when he pulled out a caliber .45 from his waist and waved it to the air. "Next time someone hurts you, I will plant a bullet in his head."

"You are sick!" she whispered with a shudder. No person in his right mind would just hurt himself. Or wave a gun in the air. Her lips trembled and she wanted to cry. She felt like going crazy, too.

He touched her lips with his forefinger."Shhh! Be quiet. The nurses might hear you. They might bring me back to the mental hospital. I-I am not crazy. Or maybe I am." Then he started belting out Madonna's song. "I am crazy for youuuu."

The mental asylum didn't help him out. His condition worsened. Dread started to eat her up. Walter won't let her go. Not when he had planned all these just to trap her. What did she ever do to deserve this? No person deserves this.

He piled up the petals of the flowers then threw it in the air like confetti. He laughed like a kid. "We will get out of here, Callea. We will get married and we will stay away from people who didn't want us to be together. Once we are far from here, you will finally love me. You will only love me." He grinned and pointed the gun at her. "You will forget about Deive Hontiveros. He has no gun. He doesn't know how to use this one." He was like a boy who was competing with his playmates for toys.

She decided to shut her mouth. She couldn't move. Even her tears refused to fall. She was frozen in fear. She didn't know if the next time she talks, the bullet would be in her brain.

Only her eyes moved to track him as he left the room to get food for her. He locked the door from the outside. She was free to move in that small room. Maybe her family knew that she was gone. But could they track her? Will they find her location?

She walked towards the window and tried to get a view on what's outside. She could make out the garden below that looked larger than Villa Celesta. Beyond that, all she could see were acres of field. There were no lights to indicate that they had neighbors nearby. Nobody could hear them. Like what Walter said, it was just the two of them.

She didn't want to wait for help anymore. She didn't even know if it was coming. The longer she stayed there, the longer her life would be endangered. She must find a way.

She wanted to go back to her family. She wanted to be with Deive again… if he still wanted her.

She just needed to get back alive.