Why We Married?

Destiny Who Blame Each Other

"Where are you hiding, son of ke*rat?" He said with a growling voice firmly gripping my neck.

I couldn't answer his question because of the fear running through my body.

I was unable to answer his question because of the stifling feeling of his grip on my neck.

I couldn't answer his question because for sure, he was asking the little bule boy I was hiding behind my bedroom closet.

There was not the slightest bit of mercy from his two eyes that were twitching horribly behind the reflection of the lightning flash that shaded us in the darkness. His terrifying gaze seemed to hint at endless despair, like pouncing on a tiger in the wilderness in front of his herd. The man hung his own fate on the last thing he could do to make up for the rumbling anger on his chest.

Bra.braakk...

Suddenly a loud voice sounded. The man's attention was shaken when he heard a loud noise coming from inside my room.

Without taking the tempo, I used the opportunity to fight back until my swinging legs managed to hit his chin, and he forcibly released his grip on my neck. The man grimaced in pain as his tongue was bitten by the jolt of his jaw over the brutal attack I had laid.

On that occasion, with my strength still remaining, I ran with all my might towards my room and directly locked the door from the inside.

Whatever happens I'm determined not to give this boy to the bad guy. It never will.

"Daijobudeska? ?"

*Are you okay?

I was shocked and leaned behind the door setting my own breath tempo while looking at the boy who managed to damage the key of my closet cellop, and it turned out that the noise had come from him.

"Do shita? ?"Ask while approaching me. *What happened?

I didn't return his words and looked back and came looking for something.

"Hey!" Sweep it with a curious face.

He looked at my reddish neck as if it had been cut off by something.

"Nande kore wa? ?" He asked with a riled face almost crying to see me who continued to have difficulty regulating the tempo of my breath. *What is this?

I didn't answer, because I didn't understand what he was asking.

"Itaidesu, yo ne? ?" He held my neck gently while shedding tears. *This must be sick?

I looked at her who was crying in front of me. The look of the sifting was as if it was being grieved like its precious items in the broken of others.

"Why are you crying?" I held her face and wiped her tears.

He did not answer but replied with a crybaby face.

"Did your eyes hurt, did you blink?" I don't get it.

The two of us instantly flinched when suddenly the door of the room was smashed by an enormous force from outside.

"Who's there?" She cried out in panic while holding my hand away from the door.

Braakk...

The door was broken in a row from the outside.

I panicked, and immediately pushed him to forcibly enter again into the closet and stuck him with a broomstick so he wouldn't come out.

"Hey breed, nanishiteruno!? !?" He was screeching while banging on the closet door trying to get out of there. *Hey you stupid. What are you doing!?

"I'm sorry, but I can't just give you to that bad guy!" I whispered behind the closet.

"Nani o itteiru, wakaranai? ?" His screech continued to hit the closet door in a furious tone. *What are you saying, I don't understand?

"Stay inside!" My whisper.

Suddenly he was silent and only a sound of breath that was stirring behind the closet that separated us both.

"Whatever happens. I won't let you get taken by that bad guy!!"

"Belda! !" Reply with a soft tone. *Stupid base.

I infiltrated under my bed and found a crowbar to spear the hard ground hidden by the Father because the eyes of the object were new and still wrapped by brown paper.

I pulled the object with great difficulty out from under my bed, and immediately threw away the wrapper that was grimacing the crowbar's eye and made it into a weapon.

That crowbar, higher than my height. Even my hand can't hold the wooden handle of that thing. But my guts are bigger than anyone who holds this crowbar as a weapon. I'm like Cloud Strife carrying the Buster Sword.

I don't know, what I was thinking was that it made me hold a crowbar by putting up defensive horses to solidify every joint of my body like the hero I saw so often on television as his last attempt to save mankind. But for sure, when he saw the boy for the first time. I felt I had to protect her no matter what, I would never let her get hurt.

Braakk...

In one kick, the door of my room opened and every hinge of the door was broken.

With trembling I held firmly the big crowbar in my fist, and without waiting for my cue to blow it towards the man as the door opened.

But fateful. I am just a little girl whose strength is not comparable to an adult, even compared to the strength of this male class, I am just a dreg.

He held my weapon with his bare hands and held a crowbar-eyed like shaking hands.

As he took a step forward and snatched the crowbar from my hand and threw it in every direction with a wrathful look. It was then that I realized, if I would die soon.