ADELINE'S POV
"I guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself." Arthur groans as he gets out of the car, pulling me out with him and shielding us behind it. I'm weak. The drug is so strong now that I can't fight it anymore. I can hear screams form every corner if erotica. I hear gunshots, but all I can feel is a lightness in my head that won't go away. A lightness in my head that doesn't want me to fight it anymore so when Arthur pulls at my hands, I follow him without objecting.
He takes out a gun from his suit and the way he handles it tells me that he's really skilled with it. Maybe if I were in my right senses, I would have grabbed the gun from him and used all what I have learnt to pin him down, but right now I am weak and even if I tried, I'd just fall. He grabs my hand and runs with me, getting away from the scene as Veronica's men are being shot down.
He crunches down behind a car with me and then grabs my face with his hands.
"I need you to stay awake goddamit!" He scolds me and then lands a slap on my face when my eyes start closing slowly. I wince in pain and the sting from his slap wakes me up, keeping me alert as I feel a headache coming on.
"I came here for you, okay? I didn't come all the way over here to be disappointed! I'm taking you with me and I don't care who stands in my way. I'm going to kill them all." Arthur says in an impatient voice. He just slapped me. He just fucking slapped me. I'm so fucking sick and tired of people thinking they can just put their hands on me when they want. The slap he just gave me didn't only wake me up, it fucking sends rage into every single one of my veins. I stare at hm with poison and venom in my eyes. He notices it and then he grabs me by my hair and I scream in pain as I feel his hands pull painfully on my strands.
What happened to his calm and collected behavior? I guess all that goes to the trash in the face of trouble. I bet he can see his life flashing before his eyes.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" I don't know where the words come from. I don't know where this new desire to fight him come from. But I saw Dante. For the first time in weeks, I saw Dante and the more I think about that look on his face, that look of guilt and longing, I remember how he always pushed me to be strong. He always motivated and pushed me to be my best self. I had already given up. I had thrown away all hope of escaping this place but Dante is here now and he is here with hope that I can survive this. Am I just going to throw it all away? Am I just going to let this man push me around and try to escape with me after all what Dante and Liam have done to save me?
No. Never. I won't be the girl who gives up. I won't be the girl who gets pushed around I will be the girl who fights and right now that is exactly what I want to do. I want to fight. A tear escapes my eyes as he keeps pulling on my hair strands and screaming profanities at me. I can't believe this is the man I was going to surrender to. I can't believe this monster is who I was going to go home with.
I thought he was at least someone calm and collected, but all that was just an act. Now, in the midst of all these chaos, he's showing his true colors and I don't want to be anywhere near him to find out how deeply his psychopathy goes.
"You were better with your mouth shut! You belong to me now Angel!" He calls me that name that I loathe with every fiber of my being and it wakes up a new rage in me. "I own you. You're nothing!" He screams at the top of his lungs and then brings his face so close to mine.
I have had Veronica call me nothing from the minute I set my foot in this place. I have been dehumanized, degraded in the worst ways. I have been called all the worst and nasty names in the world. Maybe on another day, I would have let Arthur do all these things to me without batting an eyelash. Maybe if Dante hadn't come to my rescue, I would have taken it all without a single word. But now, Liam came all this way for me, Dante came all this way for me.
They came to save us all and just giving up like this is not an option.
"I belong to no one!" I say strongly to Arthur despite the ache in my head from how hard he's grabbing my hair. Despite the drugs pumping in my veins.
"And my name is not Angel! My name is Adeline Fitz and I will be not be anyone's toy anymore!" In a swift motion, I swing my head towards him and he winces in pain as our foreheads collide. I ignore the pain in my head and kick him in between the legs, taking the opportunity of him caught off guard on the floor to grab his gun. I feeling my hands on the trigger and point the gun at him.
My head hurts from hitting his, my body feels weak and wants to give up because Veronica decided to overdose me with drugs. I'm trembling, but I keep my grip on the gun strong. I can still hear people shouting, I can still hear gunshots firing in every corner and I pray and hope to God that Silver is okay, that Della is okay. That everyone is okay.
"If you move, I swear to God, I will blow your brains out!" I say with a crazy voice. "I've killed people before you know. I don't have any problem killing you too!"
As I stare down at Arthur, I hear the gunshots slowly reduce. They must have killed everyone, the must have saved all the girls. I close my eyes and sigh out a breath of relief. We're going to be free. I believe it.
"You wouldn't. You don't have the guts. You're fucking wea-"
I shoot him right in the leg before he can finish his sentence. He lets out a shriek of pain and I laugh. I laugh hysterically at how much the tables have turned right now.
"What's wrong Arthur? Cat got your tongue?" I say in a sing song voice, mocking him as he pushes himself backwards on the ground with his hands.
"You look pathetic." I say with venom in my voice. "You're disgusting! All of you! I hope you all rot in hell!" I scream as tears fall from my eyes. the drug is taking a stronger effect on me and if I don't kill Arthur now, I might pass out and he'll kill me instead. But I want to bask in the glory of the fact that he is on the floor and I am the one who stands above him.
"You people ruined my life! You ruined all our lives! You take us from our homes! From our loved ones! You violate us! You drug us! You take and take and take until there is nothing left! You make us empty and even then, you still find more to take! I hate you! I fucking hate you all!"
I shoot his arm and he screams again and the sound sends energy all throughout my body!
"Please stop. Please just kill me!" Arthur begs for mercy and I love it. He was going to take me to wherever the fuck he lives in hell and torture me for days until I wasn't of use to him anymore. He wasn't going to take it easy on me so why should I pity him. Why should I show him mercy? He deserves none of it. He doesn't deserve a clean death. He deserves pain and that is exactly what I want to give him.
I look around me and spot a piece of metal. I smirk evilly to myself and grab the piece of metal, tossing the gun to the ground. I walk towards him with the piece of metal in my hands and stoop in front of him as he winces in pain.
"What are you doing?" He asks as he coughs up blood.
"You're just a weakling, aren't you?" I tilt my head at him and then look him straight in the eyes. Fearful eyes look back at me and it gives me power. "I hope you burn in hell Arthur. Tell the devil I said Hi."
Without hesitating, I plunge the metal into his chest. It's not very sharp so it takes a lot of pressure for me to get it in. I don't even know where all the energy is coming from. It must be the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It might be the drugs making me go crazy, but all I know is right now, I want to give him the worst death imaginable. He screams when I plunge the metal into his chest. Blood flows out and splatters on my face, on my hands, on my chest. His blood is everywhere and I don't care.
I pull the metal out and it scratches at my hands, tearing at my skin and leaving wounds in its path, making my own blood flow out. I am in pain, but I don't care. I pull the metal out and sink it into his skin again. And then I do it over and over again.
I stab him everywhere. His face, his chest, his stomach. I stab him until his organs start popping out but I don't care. All the rage I had inside me from being locked up in erotica, I let it out on Arthur. All the anger and frustration and hatred I felt, I am pouting it out on him. He's already dead, his face is disfigured and his organs are pouring out of him but I just continue because I don't know how to stop. Because I fear he might wake up anyway and put me back in my cage.
"I'm not going back! I am never going back in there!" I scream as I continue stabbing his dead body. I can't stop. God, why can't I stop!"
"Oh my God…! Dante over here!" I hear a voice from behind me. I get startled and turn around, throwing the piece of iron away as I stare into Colton's eyes. He tries to walk towards me but I pick up the gun again and point it towbars him.
"Don't come any closer! Stay back!" I shout as my hands tremble. Blood flowing from the wounds I gave myself from stabbing Arthur over and over again. I glance at his dead body and look away immediately, not able to believe that I am the one who did that. Now that I am out of my frenzy, I'm suddenly so self-aware of everything around me. For how long have I been back here killing Arthur?
I decide to focus on Colton. "She didn't kill you…" I say as tears fall from my face. "I'm so sorry Colton! About your sister and about everything. I'm so sorry!" my chest heaves up and down as tears fall from my face. I still have the gun pointed at him as Dante appears behind him.
Dante Russo. The man who walked into my office and changed my life completely. The man I gave my entire being to. The man I love with all my heart. The man I wanted to build a life with. I cry as he looks at me with a startled look on his face. In this moment, I can't seem to blame him anymore for everything that happened. In this moment, I'm just happy to see him.
"Adeline…" He takes slow steps towards me with his hands raised in the air. Tears fall from his own eyes as he walks towards me. "Please put the gun down."
"No. No stay away from me!" I scream as I point the gun at him but he keeps walking closer. He knows I won't pull the trigger. I know I won't pull the trigger. He walks until he's inches away from me, the only thing separating the two of us being the gun I have pointed at his chest.
"It's over Adeline." He says in a soft voice. I can't remember the last time anyone spoke to me with such emotion, with so much love. "You're safe."
He says as he slowly takes the gun away from me and throws it way.
"Dante…" I say weakly, my voice barely above a whisper and then I fall into his arms. I let him hold me and I cry into his arms.
"It's okay. You're okay." He says, his voice warm and smooth as he comforts me. I'm safe. I'm fine now. It's over.