Chapter Five
He felt it warm in his grasp. Safe. His arm wrapped around her perfectly toned stomach. The thin sheets entangled him, stopped him from getting out of bed. That didn't matter, he wasn't going anywhere. He slipped back into a light sleep.
Today was the day. He was going to propose to Sophie today. He was really going to do it. He needed to book the table. He needed to get up but something was stopping him. He could still feel her body against him but it was cold. He tried pulling away but something held him tight: he couldn't move. Numb everywhere. H couldn't even open his eyes. And then slowly it came back. The blood started pushing its ay round his body. His fingers began to tingle. Robert blinked his eyes open…
His eye stopped. She lay there draped over him; her lifeless eyes open. staring at him. Her mouth forced into an eternal scream…
And the hole in her head still pouring blood. He felt t running own his own face as her head rolled against him. Robert was frozen. Tears choked him.
"Sophie?" Hardly audible.
"Welcome to reality Robert!" Prince Felipe grinned. "I'm sorry about this Robert. I would have liked to have killed you too but unfortunately the grim reapers filled his quota today. What with your little friends! She was a feisty one wasn't she? Shame about her really. I rather liked her!"
Robert felt the anger burn inside him. Growing. Sophie was dead. Vittoria too. And it was his fault! If he hadn't have got involved with either of them they would never have found themselves here. They would still be alive!
It was his fault!
He pushed Sophies body off him. Finally realising he was no longer restrained, he threw himself across the room at the guard by the door. The guard didn't have chance to move before Robert was on top of him. He tore the gun from his hand and stood up, swinging the gun around the room at the guard and then the Prince. "I'm so sorry Sophie!" And then he turned the gun on himself. He paused for a second as a single tear ran from his eye. His finger tightened around the trigger. And then Robert pulled the trigger.