Bloody Vendetta

ELENA

MY head was pounding.

That was the first thing I registered when I came to, back from the dead.

And the smell too.

I didn't need anyone to tell me what that strong smell of antiseptic signified-the hospital.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me felt too loud.

I tried to move, but my own body seemed as if it was out of my control-eyes not opening, lids not even moving, hands not lifting.

The non response told me all I needed to know. I was in a semi coma. I couldn't move my body, but I could hear my surroundings.

Every part of my body felt as if it had been run over by a freight train.

And then, the accident came to me.

I remembered losing control of the brakes and spiraling off the road.

That adequately explained my broken ribs, punctured lung and severe concussion.

The events after the crash were hazy but my mind was clear at this moment.

It was crystal fucking clear.

It was clear enough for me to hear the soft moans that came from around me.

It was clear enough for me to recognize the voice speaking in the room.

"Argh Sarah, you feel so good."

I knew that voice anywhere.

It belonged to Marcus.

He was my fiancé.

And Sarah was my best friend.

Marcus was whispering sweet nothings that should have been meant for me alone.

"Your pussy is so tight baby," he grunted as the slapping sound filled the air.

I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me they were fucking within meters of me.

My heart tightened.

The sound of the heart monitor at my side went up a notch.

"Marcus, what if Elena wakes up?" Sarah asked him in a voice that was hoarse with arousal and fear.

"She won't."

His voice was rough with satisfaction.

They were fucking right next to my supposedly dying body.

They were actually fucking.

The wet sounds of kissing and balls slapping against cunt filled air.

They were fucking like wild animals as I lay there, supposedly unconscious.

This was my childhood best friend and the man I wanted to marry in three months.

Tears filled my eyes.

My heart constricted in pain as I tried to wrap my head around everything.

The sound of the monitor continued to rise, inch by inch.

"Argh, Marcus," Sarah moaned.

Her voice was muffled against what I assumed was his neck.

"Be quiet baby. The nurses will hear."

But they weren't quiet.

They were like animals in heat rutting next to what they thought was my deathbed.

And every moan, whispered endearment and cruel laugh burned itself into my memory like a brand.

I heard every wet stroke of dick in pussy as they screamed louder.

It was a heart wrenching betrayal from the two people that I trusted most.

"Marcus, I am so close-"

"Yes, cum for me baby," he groaned.

"Yes, argh, ahhh, fuck," they muttered together as they orgasmed.

Disgust filled my belly. I felt like I would gsg, but I couldn't because my body would not respond.

Almost like sleep paralysis.

"That felt so good," Marcus said as I heard him doing his belt.

"You are amazing. No wonder Elena doesn't want to leave you. You fuck well."

"They don't call my dick and I the destroyer for nothing Sarah," he bragged.

Sarah laughed softly.

The sound irked me.

"When will she die?" Sarah asked.

I froze.

Had she just asked that?

"The brain trauma was severe. And even if she does wake up, she would most likely be a vegetable or brain dead."

"Are you sure that the car accident will look convincing enough?" Sarah asked.

"Baby, I have been planning all of this for several months," Marcus confessed.

My pupils widened in panic just underneath my shut eyes.

What had I just heard?

My accident had been planned?

I couldn't breathe.

"A tampered brake line is suspicious. But no one will suspect a thing when they fail on that mountain road..."

Marcus chuckled.

It was a sound that I had once found to be quite endearing.

But now, it made my blood congeal.

They had planned my accident.

They had fucking wanted go kill me!

"I don't know how she survived the initial crash," he said with a tsk.

I heard him turn to me and shut my eyes as quickly as I could.

"But it seems that natural death from injuries would likely work better."

"Yes, no one will suspect murder when the victim lingers on for days."

I heard her snicker.

My heart rate should have spiked.

The monitors beside me began to beep too loudly, almost screaming for me at my internal panic.

And there was nothing I could do to keep my breathing steady except try to make my body perfectly still.

Maybe it was from the shock.

Maybe it was that pure crystalline rage that was giving me superhuman control.

But, all in all, I was kind of able to do it, slow down my breathing and manage it. I didn't want to die.

I had a feeling if I moved they would end my life here without batting an eye.

And I didn't want that.

"So when will both of us get and split the insurance money?"

"Is it that? Two million?"

"Yes of course."

"Well as soon as she flatlines. We will wait out the investigation period."

"Then?"

"Then we disappear with our new identities and start a new life like we planned."

Sarah giggled softly.

"You like that?" Marcus teased.

My heart squeezed tighter.

"Yes, yes I do. I can not wait to get my hand on that money," she whispered.

"Well, me too."

"What about her company? Didn't she change the beneficiary?"

Marcus laughed again.

That sound would continue to haunt me in my dreams and fuel my nightmares.

"That's the beautiful part."

He made a tsk sound.

"She never got around to updating her will after we got engaged."

I nearly burst out in tears because I knew exactly what was in the will.

"Everything she has will go to her beloved best friend, you, Sarah."

"Ouuu," Sarah moaned.

"Her penthouse, the forty million in tech patents and the offshore accounts that she doesn't think I know about."

Two million?

Forty million?

They were erasing my life for the sun of forty two million dollars?

"It is a pity that she will die knowing nothing," Sarah said.

She came closer to my bed.

"Elena had been too trusting. She had actually believed that I loved her."

The disgust in his voice was palpable.

"I have spent three years playing the devoted boyfriend while pretending that I could stand touching her."

He made a barfing sound.

Sarah laughed heartily.

"You are a clown," she said.

A sob built in my throat.

But I swallowed it down.

"She would never know that we have been together this whole time."

I knew there was a smug smile sitting on her face from the triumph in her voice.

"Remember her birthday party?"

"Yes," Marcus cackled. "She was so grateful that you helped me plan it."

"She was so happy we got along."

"She had absolutely no idea that you were sucking my cock in her bathroom while she was cutting the stupid cake."

They cackled evilly.

Pure white hot fury that felt like molten metal began to run through my veins.

My stomach twisted in disgust.

I recalled that party.

It was six months ago.

I had felt so lucky that the most important people in my life got along so well.

I had even said Sarah would be my maid of honor and how perfect it would be.

But it had all gone wrong.

I had trusted the wrong people.

A phone rang somewhere.

Sarah took it.

"Yes mom?" She started. Then, "I told you not to visit me without a heads up. We've moved duh."

I didn't hear the reply.

"I bought a house in Costa Rica. It was Marcus who picked it out."

They had moved with my money.

And I bet her Mom was in on it too since she knows Marcus was hanging around her daughter a bit too much.

It was absurd.

How the people that you thought you could trust would betray you.

And after she was done, I heard her feet move in the silence.

Then, she spoke to Marcus.

"She had to go. We can not wait till she dies and you know it."

There was silence for a moment while panic built up in me. I tried to force my body to move, to cooperate with me so we could run.

It didn't work.

"You are right. We can't just sit around and wait for her to wither," Marcus murmured.

Footsteps approached my bed and the heart monitor spiked suddenly with loud beeps as my own heart became unstable.

Was doom coming?

"Time to die, bitch," I heard his voice before I felt his hand hovering over the oxygen cannula.

I didn't want to die.

I wanted to live.

But I couldn't fight.

I was helpless.

"She's a loose end. Maybe she won't be anymore," he said before he yanked the tubing free from my face in one swift, clinical motion.

The silence that followed was suffocating when the air hunger hit me hard and I tried to scream, my mind struggling internally while my body remained a traitorous, leaden shell that refused to be controlled.

Was this the end?

Was this how I would die?

Without Oxygen?

The sweet and invisible life that simply stopped coming to my heart.

Everything exacerbated-the pain in my chest, the darkness around my eyes rising as my body started to jerk in hopes of oxygen.

The heart monitor was screaming somewhere in my subconscious as the sharp pain surged in my chest.

And the darkness that had bloomed in my vision slowly started to creep in a circumambient way, claiming my brain and mind which was fading and drifting into a velvet abyss, my final thought one of agonizing, silent betrayal.

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