Chapter 63

Isabella’s POV “N-No…” My voice was hoarse and broken. I kept on shaking my head to the faceless man holding a gun at me. I could see his smirk. Nothing on his face but his devilish smirk. “P-Please…” My heart hurt. My chest tightened. The fear consuming me was deafening. “D-Don't kill me…” I trembled. I begged. But nothing. He was unmoving, pointing his gun at me. I could see the trigger behind his finger. He won't change his mind. He will shoot me. I panicked even more. I cried. “No! No!” I sat on the bed at the same time I inhaled sharply, pouring a mouthful of air into my lungs as I caught my breath. Tears and sweat trickled down my face as my chest heaved continuously. A nightmare. My fingers are trembling. My lips were dry. It was a nightmare. A nightmare that felt real. “Ha!” I exhaled and cupped my head. And then my fingers touched my chopped hair. This is not good. I can't develop a trauma because of that incident. I still have a lot of things to deal with. I can't let that in