A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 11 You Are Not Allowed To Die

It was late at night, and the weather shifted around them. Dark clouds were gathering in the skies, and soon enough, thunder blasted across the city.

In her room, small night lights emitted a dim light. However, Essie couldn't help but shift and turn under the covers of her bed.

Ever since she was a kid, she had suffered from claustrophobia. Essie made sure to have night lights plugged around her room to help ease her anxiety.

Even then, she still couldn't fall asleep as her mind drifted towards Hanson.

Although he was going to get married, she still liked him. This love had lasted for more than five years, and she still couldn't find it in herself to get over him.

If the girl he intended to marry wasn't the one she hated, then maybe she would have already moved on and have given all her heartfelt wishes. Seeing as he had chosen Sunny, it pissed her off to no end.

Essie groaned, wanting nothing more but to claw her face.

A fierce wind came, rustling the leaves in the backyard. Lightning fell from the skies, crackling around them. The rain fell harder as thunders rumbled, as if ready to consume the world.

She jumped off the bed, closed the windows, and drew up the curtain. As she walked back to the bed, thunder sounded before her and the night lamp she had up suddenly turned off.

Suddenly, her entire room was void of light.

Everything around her turned deathly still.

Essie's nerves tightened as she fumbled around her bed for her phone, but she couldn't find it. "Shit," she murmured.

The more she thought about this, the more fearful she became. Her mind was in a daze as darkness wrapped around her, threatening to eat her alive. She wanted to get out of here, but the door was blocked by all the furniture she dragged across the room. Her legs trembled as she tried to push the sofa away. Her breathing was already turning unstable as she slammed her fists against the cushions.

"Let me out, don't lock me, let me out..." The terrible childhood memory flashed before her eyes, and she found that she couldn't breathe anymore. Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she fell to the ground, trembling violently.

"Zac!" she shrieked out. "Help me–please!"

Hearing the sound from the next room, he jumped out of the bed like a koi fish jumping out of water and rushed out of his room.

"What's wrong?" he called urgently.

"Let me out! Help me..." Her voice was growing weaker. He could hear her banging against something, but before he could yell out, she quieted down.

His mind rushed with different thoughts. 'Did she have a heart attack?' he thought as he urgently grabbed at the handle.

"Hold on," he said firmly.

However, when he tried to open the door, he failed. Zac guessed that she must've have gotten something to block the door.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

'Fuck!' Without another thought, he kicked the door open. Although it worked, he could see heavy objects blocking his entry.

Zac swore. 'How insecure could this woman be?'

"How are you doing, Essie?" he yelled out, but there wasn't any response.

A lump built up in her throat, preventing her from saying anything.

Shit! Zac had always been fearless. Whether he was faced with a gun or a knife, he knew how to keep his cool, but there was something about this situation that sent fear down his nerves.

"Hold on! You are not allowed to die," he ordered. If she wanted to die, then she might as well wait until they got divorced. There was no way in hell was he becoming a widower.

He gritted his teeth as he rushed out of the room. Seeing that there were so many things blocking his entry, it was best that he climb up the firefighting pipe outside.

Violent winds blew heavily outside as heavy rain poured down the road. Lightning flashed in the skies, as he narrowed his eyes and surveyed his surroundings, finding a place where he could climb up. A thick sycamore tree had been uprooted by the strong wind, crashing onto the road.

Although he was soaked, he didn't give a damn about it. All he cared for was Essie's safety.

He had been trained by the special force before, so it was a piece of cake for him to climb up to the second floor using his bare hands. However, the rain had made everything more slippery for him to hang on. If he wasn't careful, he might fall.