The Best Friend's Contract

Then, Kenna's face starts to appear in my head.

"So... Mr. Aidan Ashton, how are you? Congratulations on your wedding even though I know it's a little bit too late to congratulate but how is your wife? She's quite the beauty," He leans closer towards me as if he's staring into my soul even though his eyes are not even visible to my sight. "You're a very lucky man, aren't you? A great career, big cars, big houses, a wife to fuck at night-"

I cut him off by clenching my fists, wanting it to land straight onto his face but it's an action between life and death. "Don't talk about her like that," I say through gritted teeth.

He laughs, "Oh, come on, Mr. Ashton. Don't tell that's not what you do to your wife? I can simply fuck her for you," He replies, somehow testing my patience as I feel the anger rising.

The two of them continues to laugh, leaving me in to try and breathe properly even though my patience has reached its limit.

"Imagine her screaming my name as I fuck her deep and hard or how she would cry out for me to go faster and faster just so that she can feel the fucking pleasure," He continues as he leans closer and closer towards my face. "Then, I'd shove her face down onto the fucking bed just to spank her hard so that she wouldn't be able to sit properly the next day. Man, your wife is giving me all these fucking urges." He chuckles.

Just like that, my patience has somehow gone off the roof as I push myself away from the man's grasps before punching straight onto his face; continuously trying to break his bones as I go on top of him, continuing to punch as I grip hard around his neck. "You don't talk like that about my wife!" I find myself lost in the waves of anger, my eyes tearing as I feel my hands go numb; even though the amount of pressure that goes onto his face would cause pain to myself even more, "Don't-"

I am cut off with the other man pulling onto my arms, almost choking me as I hit onto the ground; the baby crying louder and louder due to the screaming and shouting but everything around me seems to have faded away as they begin to kick onto my stomach and hit me hard onto my face.

My eyes wander around to see Flynn looking at me in surprise, his hands shaking in fear as he starts to search for his phone but I shake my head; not wanting him to risk his life because after all, this police will be here any minute, as the alarms go off, leaving the two men to panic.

I look up at the ceiling, coughing up blood as I turn to look at the woman crying as she looks at me; her arms securing her baby that has somehow stopped crying from being dropped on purpose by the other man. My body aches in pain and for some reason, the pain seems to have seeped into my skin.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Just as I turn around to stand straight on my feet or at least sit, I feel an undeniably amount of pain at the back of my head as my body falls onto the ground again but this time, numbness is all I feel as my body feels impossible to move.

The baseball bat drops onto the ground in front of me, making me know that I was hit with one as they start to shout, trying to run out of the building before the police arrives as Flynn runs towards me, his hands reaching out to grab onto my arms, trying to make me stay awake.

"Mr. Ashton! Mr. Ashton!" He shouts, his eyes are widening which confuses me.

For some unknown reason, too, everything around me seems to move in a slower pace. The police running in with the SWAT team as they secure the building, making sure that the bad guys won't get away as they shout, scream for them to stay where they are but I can't seem to respond to anything as my sight blurs out.

"No, no, no, sir. You have to stay awake!" Flynn continues to shout, reaching for my hand.

My chest hurts as I continue to cough out blood, feeling the pain beginning at my ribs but before I can respond, my eyes wander up to the ceiling as everything feels to get quite unclear; leaving me to feel the continuous pain at the back of my head.

I look straight into the light as I see a familiar face, a familiar beautiful face staring back at me with a frown. My eyebrows furrow at the sight of her, seeing that her eyes are as blue and her smile is as sweet, but that frown... that frown.

It's not that I'm not trying and it's not

that I don't want to stay awake but I find myself draining away, away from the tight and even away from reality. My eyes are closing as the blackness surrounds me, letting me to believe that this is all a dream instead of something real, more like a nightmare.

"Kenna... "I breathe out, glancing up at Flynn for a couple of seconds before closing my eyes, the noises disappearing.

People say that when you die, you

would and should follow the light but how do they know? Why should we even follow the light? How would they know if there's going to be a light? What if it's all a goddamn joke and there will only be pain and discomfort. Just like now. They also say that when you die..you feel at peace as if you've left it all behind without any intentions of looking back.

Then again, why am I feeling anything but peace?

My chest is hurting, my head is aching and my soul... my soul seems to be stuck and attached onto my body, still. I can't seem to see anything around me or hear but the pain is all too clear to be a mistake or a dream because the pain is somewhat... vivid. There's only thing that I can be sure of. Just one and one only, nothing else needs confirmation.

So, Kenna Anne, till death do us part, indeed.