Chapter-11
Thwack!
No, no, I cannot see it.
That crooked man's leg connects with Elicia's abdomen; the kick sends her flying to the wall.
Please stop it.
She coughs out more blood every two seconds.
I cannot see it.
I give my every effort to escape this fat pig's grasp but I cannot.
I want to die.
I really want to die. What does my life means if Elicia is getting beaten because of me?
That crooked man takes a step closer to Elicia again. No, please no. He is going to hit her again. I want to die if it means I can save her.
But, dying wouldn't save her.
He takes another step.
He is going to hit her.
He is going to hit her.
He is going to hit her.
Who is he to hurt Elicia?
I need to stop him now.
Elicia is coughing out more blood.
If it continues, she can even die. All because of me. All because of my weakness. All because of my dumbness.
Elicia coughs out more blood.
More blood. More pain.
He is giving pain to Elicia.
She is getting beaten because of me, yet she doesn't question it.
She is fighting in her own way for me. And her I am not moving an inch.
I have got to fight.
I need to fight.
My brain goes empty for a second and then, the next thing that I could think was,
Fight.
Fight.
FIGHT.
A hint of dark mist surrounds me.
I can feel something.
I don't know what's going on but it is making me excited.
A smile tugs my lips.