Cobra's hideout

I left the room in a hurry and slammed the door behind me. A deep exhalation of air calmed my senses, which I didn't know I was holding back then.

I touched my lip only to stain my finger with my own blood. I was fuming and confused.

Perplexed about what the fuck just happened? Why didn't I kick her? Why were my reflexes frozen the moment she straddled me?

There was something psychotic shining in her eyes the moment they saw my blood. The grin on her face was as if a kid had just seen her favorite candy, and when she licked my chin, my body involuntarily stiffened. I made my way towards the cupboard placed on the side of the hall and took the first aid kit out to stop the bleeding.

I need to get to know what she did to her... and, more importantly, stay away from the girl. She was totally a psychopath.

I stuck the bandage on my lower lip and sighed, placing the kit back in the cupboards.

"We were," her words rang in my head, causing me to feel restless.

Did they really? Did she kiss her like she used to? Did she allow her to touch-

"No-no!" I violently shook my head. It's not possible. I have been watching her for years and she didn't let anybody even touch her, so kissing her is way out of the league.

'How can you be so sure?' My consciousness mocked me, and I slapped my face in anxiety.

"And yes, princess, I like curly-haired kittens more than Asian snakes, so remember that before sending some ugly seducer again." Her words struck me in my head. My breathing was becoming harder and harder with each and every second.

I supported myself against the wall and tried to calm myself but it was not working today, the voices were mocking me, my thoughts were running wild as if I had entered into my past again, my vision was blurring and I was thankful that there was no one else in the hall as all were busy working in the office.

[ My chest was heaving in pain, so was my abdomen. It was hard to breathe, and I didn't really want to either. I felt drops of sweat forming on my forehead as I curled myself in the shape of a cocoon, sitting on the floor in the corner of the terrace, which was away from the sight of everyone, sniffing as the tears leaked out of my eyes.

I was feeling pathetic just as my father or the altar of my father told me.

Sheshu was curling his tail around my ankle as if he was trying to soothe me, but I couldn't feel anything else than the desire for death. I wanted to end it, but I couldn't just for one person-

I sniffed and wiped the mucus and tears away with the hem of my top, and my skin burned from the repeated rubbing of the fabric against my skin; my eyes were swollen, and my head felt as if millions of mosquitos buzzed in it, making me want to throw up; I hugged my legs more tightly as the chills ran down my spine, shook my body.

I heard some fast footsteps running towards me, and I looked up slowly to see her panting and running breathlessly towards me.

She finally stopped in front of me and, for a movement, hurt crossed her eyes when her eyes met mine, and she froze seeing me.

'I look pathetic' I thought, as I averted my eyes from her, looking down as the tears flowed out of my red and ugly eyes. My breathing was becoming more and more painful with every passing second, and then I felt myself being engulfed in warmth, her arms around my body soothing the chills and shaking of my body.

"Y-You a-are late-" I managed to say as I sniffed my nose and she hugged me more tightly. My body was calming down with her gestures.

"Sorry, San." I heard her mutter, and I leaned into her touch, and my breathing was still painful and difficult.

"Princess, I am here now. So please don't cry, love. " She whispered soothing words in my ear, silencing the buzzing in my head. I momentarily calmed down but never tried to free myself from her embrace, as it was the only thing that seemed right at the moment.

After minutes of silence and just staying in each other's arms, I freed myself from her and wiped my face with my top, which was already dirty from the tears and mucus.

"Th-hanks, " I said in a low voice, which sounded weak, but I was not worried about that as she was the only one to whom I could show my every face, even my vulnerabilities.

She looked into my eyes as if she wanted to say something, but then she leaned down and connected our lips, making me stiff with surprise, but then I felt her lips move against mine as if she was trying to show her never ending love with actions, and eventually I melted into the kiss and laced my arms around her neck, deepening the kiss.

Her tongue gazed at my lower lip and I opened my mouth letting it enter as it fought with mine for dominance, giving me the taste of dark coffee she always had and I sniffed, taking a whiff of the coffee-scented shower gel she always used, which had some magic effect on me as I felt safe in the aroma. I let her win and she smiled into the kiss making me do the same as her left hand's finger gazed over my cheek wiping my tears.

I wanted to stop time and live in the moment forever. She was the only person for whom I stopped cutting myself, for whom I stopped the drugs, for whom I was still breathing.]

The voices just kept reminding me, louder and clearer,

I was meant for death, yet here I am, infused with misery that no one will understand.

No one can ever know the constant pain I feel,

But I have to smile in front of others like it's not a big deal.

Sure, I will play, I will laugh, or sing a song,

But the pain is always lurking because it has been here all along.

When my imagination becomes slumber,

My thoughts died, and nothing in my body remained.

But in some corners of my brain, the voices kept mocking me.

I don't recognise her in the mirror when my reflection copies my every action.

I am at a loss for words to describe the feeling.

A sensation of lack, fear, pain, and inferiority,

How must I describe this feeling?

I feel like I am in a cage built with a weird feeling,

I understand nothing about friendship, love, or happiness,

But even less about this void,

No one can catch me. It's all pitch dark,

No one can hold me. I have fallen,

Fallen into the dark where my thighs bleed, lessening the lack of feelings,

In a dark room where I can only see melancholy ahead-

I have fallen, but I don't want to be dead-

She was still the only person for whom I was breathing. The only difference now was that I was breathing for the very moment to stop her breathing, to slit her throat, to stab her heart the same way she stabbed mine, to make her beg for death as I was living a madman since the very moment -

*Vrrom-Vrroom*

My phone vibrated, and I took it out to see it was a text message from Jake, I clicked on the notification.

we lost the wolf

Received- 09:26am

I kicked the wall and groaned at the impact of the wall on my hand. Well, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Why the fuck were we suppose that we could just attack today and the bitch wouldn't do anything?

I wiped my tears, which made me feel hopeless and weak for crying over a traitor-

As I waddled my way to my room and opened the door, the soft melody of an instrumental flute echoed in my ears and I furrowed my brows at it-

'Did I leave it on play?'

I cautiously looked around my room but everything was, as usual, so I shrugged the weird feeling and took my steps towards the speaker to turn it off, but just as I switched it off, I heard a click of the door and I immediately turned around only to find a familiar figure standing in front of me-

I immediately grabbed and threw the flower vase resting beside the speaker towards the man, but his reflexes were still as fast and precise as ever, despite his age. He dodged the vase effortlessly, and it hit the door, which had a lock hanging on its latch.

"What a warm welcome, Sweetpea." The man grinned, showing off his perfect smile, which made me feel nostalgic.

"What are you doing here, Max?" I wondered, mentally groaning, about the fact that the room was totally soundproof.

"Well, hun, it feels so good to know that you do remember me." He took steps towards my bed and sat down comfortably as if it was his own room.

"How can I forget-" I said, and his eyes, for a moment, flickered with sadness.

I had two options: first to hear what he wanted to say, or just pick up the gun from the drawer and attack him, and then shoot the lock to get out of here.

But I knew him from my birth, so he must have already cleared all the weapons away, and fighting barehanded with a black belt was not something any sane man would do when you were literally locked in your room.

I sighed and crossed my arms, staring at him. He was looking around my room as if he was impressed.

"Why are you here?" I questioned again, but my heart was clenching at the thought that if he was here, she must be here too-

Fuck- I am locked in and there must be an attack going on outside- Fuck-

He patted the bed next to him, "A cozy mattress you got, Come here enjoy it too Sweetpea-" I was fuming internally on the stupid nickname he had given me back then but I still made my way towards him and sat next to him.

"That's my girl" he patted my shoulder on my which I shrugged his hands off me.

"Don't you fucking touch me-"

*Smack*

"Ouch, you damn old man-" I groaned rubbing my head. Some things never change.

"Language Sweetpea-" he said but there was a playful glint in his eyes which was making my blood boil even more.

How the fuck did he expect me to act when he just appeared in front of me after eleven fucking years? With no sign and he had always been with her from the starting, he was a traitor too, my head was started to hurt, 'What the fuck I am even supposed to do?', my thoughts were growing depressed and wild while each and every second.

'What would happen out the room? Are they attacking us? Why is she not attacking me? Where the fuck is she?' The questions were endless and the stupid grin on the old man's face was not helping to ease my worry.

Max was sitting comfortably on my bed as if it was his own and not even trying to start the conversation as the only thing he want to do is to keep me inside the fucking room.

"What is going on?" I gritted my teeth as Max chuckled.

"What should have happened years ago." He answered, and I groaned.

"Just tell me damn-" My patience was running out second by second, but there was nothing I could do at the moment.

"The lies that have been clouding the truth are blurring." He shrugged, and I was confused by the nonchalant answer.

"What?"

"Sweetpea, just wait and see-"

"See what huh? see you cretins annihilate my group? You traitors ruining everything that we have worked to build for ages? See you-"

"Shush, you stupid woman." He shouted, making me immediately close my mouth. I had forgotten how scary the man could get.

"You still think Pumpkin did that?" He asked, raising his brows, and my heart aced at the nickname.

What does he mean? I saw it with my own eyes? What the fuck was he trying to do? '

"Wha-" I was unable to complete my own sentences as my brain was overflowing with thoughts, blurring my ability to say anything.

"The truth is going to reveal itself after eleven years-"

"What does it mean?"

"Krystal is innocent-" he answered, and my breath hitched.

'No-NO-No- he is lying-'

"How can I trust you?" I questioned as he himself thought us not to trust even our own soul.

He chuckled, he fucking chuckled, "I will never tell you to trust anyone, sweetpea, but the truth is the truth, whether you believe it or not-"

"Then what is the fucking truth?" My patience was cracking, and I was moments away from punching Max, even if it may have resulted in me gaining some broken bones and teeth.

"My Pumpkin didn't kill Saumya-" He said, making my heartache.

"I-I- s-saw i-it with my own eyes-" I shuttered. My brain was not working and my heart was confused.

"Sometimes we see what we are made to see-" He answered, and his eyes were examining me with a strange concern.

"S-so you are t-trying to say it was plotted?" I was confused and my brain was almost spinning.

"Yes," he answered in such a tone as if he was saying the most obvious thing in the world.

"T-the whole attack was plotted?"

"No."

'The fuck he was trying to say-'

"What!"

"Calm down sweetpea. I only said Pumpkin is innocent."

"What is the difference?" I asked, and he gave me a look, stating 'Are you mad?'

"There is-"

"Okay, cut the crap. Who the fuck killed my ma?" I was impatient, and it's not that I believed him, but deep down, some part of me wanted it to be true.

"That's not my place to answer and you won't believe me without the evidence anyway." He shrugged, making my blood boil.

"Then who the fuck is supposed to answer me?"

"Krystal-"

"Haha- then where is she?" I asked, and he smiled.

"Capturing the evidence-"

"Huh-"

"Look sweetpea, I am not asking you to trust me or Krystal, but I just want you to stop trusting the wrong people, I know your head must be spinning or hurting, I know it's not easy and you won't even believe us. It's right, as you have been believing the lies for the whole eleven years, I just want you to give me and Pumpkin a single chance- just this one-"

"What-"

"Just this once, you don't even know how much we searched for you for eleven whole years, how many sleepless nights Krystal and I have spent on the road following you, but we always lost you. Just this once, let us show you something-"

I was unable to say anything, my breathing was difficult and I gulped my saliva, my mouth was becoming dryer with each second.

"Just this once- The keys are under the pillows, I am giving you a chance it is your choice whether to stay in the room and wait for the real culprit to get captured or go out of the room and save that bitch as you always have-"

~ Love - K.D ♡