Dating Contract

CHAPTER 223: ARS

- POV LALA

Ars fell to his knees for a few minutes he prostrated with his hands clenched until the knuckles turned white.

"Are you okay?" is he sick? I approached crouching, touching his hard biceps. What was raging in my mind suddenly disappeared, my mind was empty.

However, Ars stayed away so I didn't see his face and he crawled into the corner very slowly as if carrying a heavy load on his back.

Bad premonitions began to absorb into me and the heart rate became faster.

Pulling the drawer, Ars grabbed the gun and quickly filled the bullet.

"Mr Ars .." There was only me in his room, whether he wanted to shoot or try to scare. All the words of Daniel flew over in the head. I'm just gonna ask, so where's the fault?

"Come!" Ars' lips squeezed into a thin line. My shoulder was shaken unprepared when he put a bullet in his gun.

I'm mere.mas my dress. As it approached, I was sure it only got worse. It should now be a gap to run, and running saves lives. Quick run!

I turned around, there was no way I was crazy to be silent waiting to die. However, my body was locked not willing to step, staring at the marble floor, my feet were covered with cold like stuck so I had trouble moving legs.

"Lala Sergio, come!"

Like a robot, my body reflexively turned to obey Ars' orders.

This is not true. I have to kill him, not him to kill me. Staring at Ars' sharp netra, he narrowed his eyes in disdain, pulling my dress until I plunged in front of him.

"Open your dirty mouth." Ars's voice was so low it shook and his fingers pierced my chin that I grimaced at the flash of fire of anger in his gaze.

"Where do you know papa's name?!" the gun with a brown grip, the barrel was attached to Ars' bearded chin.

Goosebumps bite my nape and ribs.

Ars' large, hot left hand moved into my hair and drew closer to him until Ars' hot breath burst between us.

"Java!" He began to point in front of me, the gun was about twenty centi long and a cold iron landed on my forehead.

My breath became quick, "Why are you angry?" I looked into her eyes that had become very dark and I bit my lips, let out the rest of my courage, I would not give up even if I was going to die. "And why do you intend to kill my father?"

"Shh."

Slowly the cold iron came down to the base of the nose, I could peek at the gun hole, my head was throbbing and my focus instantly increased.

"Who gave you permission to name the holy name papa? how do you know, oh did your father tell you that? that's incredible!" the cold iron passed through my nose and stopped in my mouth.

I shook my head until almost the iron tip touched all the areas of my lips, rewinded my head but in holding his hand, "my father is not a murderer."

"Know what are you? hey, even a hundred more people floated in your father's dirty hands. You know why? that's his dirty work! And where's the pay?" He stuck the iron tip between my lips and stopped in front of my teeth. "Flowing into your stomach! you used it!!! you're the same! what's the difference with you? and her? the apple fell not far from the tree."

He laughed and I was like in a broken-headed missile. I ate the money! I fed Vino with his money!! for the death of people? My broken heart melted into foam. It's still hard to accept. My life is ruined!

"Don't let my papa's holy name come out of your filthy mouth, son of a murderer's trash."

We're between the wall and the bed, I can't escape. We looked a long time ago and I kept shaking my head, but it was limited to the gun and his hands.

"You know what Alen Sergio did to my parents? the dissident blew up our residence and both my parents were there!" he forced the iron tip deeper into my mouth. In my messy mental state and my lips quivering, a cold iron tip landed right on top of my tongue.

"Ars-" A strangled voice came from the door. I was sculpting and Ars was like he was lost staring at me without looking.

"Shut up there." Ars reigns, I still hear the pace of pantofel shoes that settles slowly.

"Me and Thyoma are burning. The blistered skin was in disarray before our eyes. It smells terrible." He glared, "I shouted to stop the pain and the pain did not want to stop! I listened to Tyoma's sister's agonizing cry, the worst scream of pain," a clear water drool fell on Ars' cheek.

"Not even anyone can listen to that, it's horrible!" Ars's shoulders were shaken and the gun movement in my mouth was shaking and I was shaking either because of the gun, or Ars' index finger, or what Ars and Thyoma were going through.

"Six months we spent exfoliating it painfully.

"Doctors can't put an infusion and they put a center line in me through my jugular vein directly into the heart.

"The surgeon removed all the burned sashes and replaced them with the skin of the corpse!  I can't move there's a catheter and oxygen. Replacement of torturous bandages. Back to surgery for a regular skin chart, they removed it on my thigh. Experiencing more injuries.staples the skin and bandages my body with bandages and gauze. 

"My skin is flushed and hurts like hell. I have an infection. Then the skin dries and blends."

He grimaced perfectly, whimpering salivating between his teeth and he trembled as if he were experiencing that pain again, "The King of all pain: tormenting us for more than six months!" She was getting down, her hair was covering her, and I became as excited, I cried in an unbearable mute.

"You think your father is facing the pain that Thyoma and I are experiencing!?" He looked up glaring, his eyes red, "not just burning and hellish treatment!" He tilted his head in shock, as if he was cursing why it was happening in his life.

He grabbed my hair to the heat. "Both of our parents were shapelessly destroyed! imagine !!!"

"I beg you, control yourself. It won't be worth it. Let me punish him, Ars." Daniel in a weak voice trembled, but Ars raised his left hand making a gesture forbidding Daniel from coming.

Ars's eyes shook, "the shell bone is half left, it belongs to my papa! all that remains is that! and others are ruined! imagine bad! yep!"

My shoulders were shaken up and down withstanding the pain in my chest, the clear flowing feathers made itchy, salty, plastic, iron gun taste mixed into one.

My vision became blurred covered in dew. Saliva was gathering with fear and flowing down the sloping handle of the gun, melting through my lips and falling with my tears. I hiccuped in fear without making a sound. Ars's raspy words clearly irritated my ears running through my heart and the point below the ribs became sorely hurt by some unknown reason.

"Let that place, Ars. You're not the one who should feel this. I'm here Ars, let go of that. Don't dirty your hands. If I had to, I would" Daniel's voice raspy.

"Silence, Artyom. If you take another step forward, I'll shoot him." Ars looked more chaotic, holding a gun with a trembling, wrong - he could accidentally pull his finger. I shudder glance Ars index finger in front of the trigger, my life hanging on his index finger vibrating, my goodness ...

In front of me Ars' emotions were shaken and could get more and more out of control, I was breathing in short dashes, adrenaline at maximum speed mainly due to Ars' index movement, it shifted a little bit and I guess that was the end of my life.

"Do you know who Sergey Vladimir is? he's my papa. The most meritorious man in your father's life, lifted the orphaned Alen from the filthy got at his fifteen; paid off his gambling debt bondage; used drugs" his voice raspy, hoarse, I looked up from my index finger and turned to look at him as he looked at me deeply, his lips opened like despair.

"And you know who always helps her? my papah the god who nurtured him so well and taught him with skill and you know what reward my papa got?!"

Ars spit to the left very furiously, oh Ars is telling me a biography of my father's youth?

is that really all?

Gambling drugs. Thunder like snatched me, my bile seemed to break and rise into my throat, very bitter, more bitter than any medicine I had ever taken. It's bitter!

Everyone has a life, no one is perfect. But is his talk proven? who knows, that's just bullshit.

Or is that the truth? from Ars's gaze it seemed: honest. I slowly swallowed the heat that was suffocating my barrel.

I looked into his eyes in great despair as my hand reached for the barrel, and Ars turned away from my hand. I moved the end of the barrel to my forehead trembling. Fuck if he's serious it's his right. "I also have the right to speak, Mr. Ars."

A drool on the weapon fell into my nose, my sight was limited due to the weapon, but I was still able to figure out his gaze. My heart is linu, I don't know what to do, and I want to find out clearly.

"Everybody deserves forgiveness, if my dad does that. But I'm sure it wasn't my father who did it, did you ask my father directly? whatever I'm sure it's not dad, what's the evidence?"

My voice trembled, "my father is very gentle at all times, it is impossible to do such an instant. Even whoever hit Dad, I never saw him retort. That's impossible" my voice wheezed and I pulled my snot a few times.

I'm absolutely sincere, reassuring Ars, "I'm sorry for what you and your sister are going through, I didn't have the pain of the burn but I know how scary it is, I also experienced, I experienced, even you have heard that from me, there is not one percent of your pain, but ... Let's prove it together, I'm ready to replace that pain, Mr. Ars, but don't kill me and Kevin. Once again forgive me and my father ... "