Kidnapped

Fight - 33

Emma POV

Iker was leading us to a private part of the club, reserved for the VIP. His movements visibly affected by all the alcohol and drugs he had. Yet his grip remained strong on my wrist. I tried ignoring the searing pain, and tried to focus on what my following actions should be. That I must kill this guy. But I was too furious for the full gravity of my mission to dawn on me. 

We finally reached a sitting area with a full view to the rest of the club below us. The room was dimly lit by a red light, it contained a bar, and a few white leather couches which felt sticky upon touching them. 

Iker pushed me onto one of the couches and held up the bag of cocaine. I gave him an approving smile, hoping he'd be the first to start snoring it. 

"I need to go to the bathroom for a minute," I told him just as he rolled a dollar bill and started doing his lines. It should get him high enough for when I get back. 

"No babe," Iker took a fistfull of my hair and pulled me closer to him. "No running away." Iker then proceeded to kiss my neck which running his hands down my waist and onto my butt. I was fuming with anger but somehow managed to keep from gouging his eyes out. Instead I pulled away, only to take not of a gun tucked into his jeans. I gulped down my nervousness, keeping myself from running away. 

"It will take just a moment." This time Iker didn't pull me when I stepped away from him. Instead he helped himself to another line of cocaine.  

I hurried to the mirror in the bathroom, I gasped at my sight. My cheek wore a dark bruise from where I was backhanded. My bleeding nose was slightly crooked, bruising alreading forming under my eyes. My swollen lips were busted and bleeding. With each heartbeat, my face throbbed in pain. Gone was the cute makeup look and the pretty hairdo. Don't cry. Don't give him the satisfaction! 

I carefully wiped the blood off my face before making my way back to Iker who was harassing one of the strippers. I gritted my teeth when I saw him slap her hard across the face. She stumbled back, and would've fallen if he hadn't grabbed her by the throat towards him. 

"You disgusting whore!" Iker called her. "When I say something, you do it!" He slapped her again. She was crying and holding her arms up in efforts of shielding herself against his blows. 

I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it's because I've seen this happen to my mom when I was a young girl. Maybe it's because I see myself in her. I lose control and rush over to him nails out and ready to claw at his face. 

"Let her go, you disgusting pig!" I screamed and clawed and punched at him. He let go of the weeping woman and turned his surprised eyes to me. "I'll kill you, you human trash!" I seethed. I was a woman possessed as I threw fists at him, bit and clawed at him.

I lost all sense of my surroundings, I lost all thoughts of what I am supposed to be doing. All I could think about was that this woman could be someone's mom. Someone who depends on her and loves her. Someone whose mom does whatever it needs to make ends meet. 

It didn't take long for Iker to pin me down. I couldn't breathe as he wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed. I kicked and thrashed, trying to maim him and get him off of me. Black spots dotted my vision, my body going limp as he continued crushing my windpipe. 

I almost lost consciousness when suddenly the grip on my neck loosened. It took me several long seconds to take in the scene around me. The woman I helped earlier had throws a bar stool at Iker, and was now holding a broken barstool leg and beating Iker with it. I smiled at her, us girls gotta have each other's backs. 

My smile faded as I saw Iker reach for the gun tucked in his jeans. I opened my mouth to scream, but my throat hurt, I couldn't get a word out. So I hurried over to him, and tackled him to the ground. Iker dropped the gun as I tried to keep him pinned to the floor long enough to let the woman grab the gun out of his reach. 

"You dirty whores! I'll murder you two!"  Iker continuously yelled as me and the woman fought him. Throwing me down on the floor, Iker managed to stand up again. I scrambled up to my feet, all my aches and pains gone in my frenzy for survival. 

He strode to me, only for me to duck away from him. He stumbled over the discarded heals of the scared woman. He was breathing heavily and clutching at his chest. Sweaty and and heaving, Iker stumbled dizzily onto his feet only to lose his balance. Iker groaned, his face going ashen white as he clutched at his chest. 

It can't be. A heart attack?!

I looked over to the woman who made her way next to me. She looked me with fearful eyes. I couldn't tell if it was because I looked like hell or because there was a dying man on the club floor. Either way, it doesn't matter. 

"Should we call for help?" She asked. She seemed at a loss of what to do. 

My vocal cords bruised, I couldn't make a sound. So instead I gently took hold of her hand and firmly shook my head. 

She didn't say another word, she didn't even pull her hand out of mine. She just turned , and we both watched on as Iker took his last breath and died on the floor. 

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BTW forgive me for the late update I was sick for the past couple of weeks.

Anyways, tell me what do you think. How do you think this outcome affected Emma? 

What would you have done in Emma's place?