There, tight embrace was interrupted by the most uninvited guest.
"Wha.....What is this?"
It was the Duke, looking as if he was about to explode. His crooked face wound itself into a most unhappy face.
"Duke, it's not....it's not what you think."
Amaya apologized solemnly to the Duke. She got down on her knees and begged; begged he would forgive and forget but it wasn't always that easy for the Duke.
"What kind of fool do you take me for? You here with this, this, poor excuse for a man. He has taken love away from me before but not again, oh no, not again."
With that, he pushed off Amaya from his pant leg and headed over to Christian, who looked fearless.
"Go ahead Duke, take your best shot."
He said, holding his arms out, giving the Duke ever opportunity to hit him.
"You have everything you want, taking Satine and now Amaya? No! I won't let you."
He took his hand into a fist and punched Christian, making him fall to the ground painfully.
"Duke! Don't you dare hurt him!"
Amaya ran over to Christian and held his head in her lap, watching him bleed.
"I said it before and I'll say it again, you're a bastard and you always will be."
He took his eyes off Christian and placed them onto Amaya, making her shiver with fear.
"What did you say to me?"
He said, taking her by the throat and slamming her head into the wall.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
He repeated. Though she was in the most uncomfortable of places, she grim stare of fearless innocence stayed.
"I said you're a bastard! Did you not hear me?"
She said. His grip on her most precious neck tightened with every breath she took. Her face turned the most brightest of reds as her breath got shorter and shorter.
"He's gonna strangle me to death."
She thought. His looked had increased; every time she fought, his look became more menacing.
More, more it became harder to breath, harder to think, harder to see.
"You don't deserve to stay here you little bitch!"
He could feel her heart slowing down; her breathing becoming short. He was killing her and he knew it.
But then, he let go, his grip on her now bruised neck became loose and the color of her face leaked back.
She opened her eyes and saw the Duke fall, to the ground.
He thudded to the floor with the slightest moan and her hear finally became normal. She looked down at the Duke and saw him there, not moving or making a single noise.
She looked over in Christian and saw that he was now standing up.
His right hand was clenched into a fist and the other was on the Duke's shoulder.
She looked down at the Duke and saw.....a knife sticking out of the back of his back.
Please R+R! gotta know what you thank so please R+R!!!!!!!!!!
"Wha.....What is this?"
It was the Duke, looking as if he was about to explode. His crooked face wound itself into a most unhappy face.
"Duke, it's not....it's not what you think."
Amaya apologized solemnly to the Duke. She got down on her knees and begged; begged he would forgive and forget but it wasn't always that easy for the Duke.
"What kind of fool do you take me for? You here with this, this, poor excuse for a man. He has taken love away from me before but not again, oh no, not again."
With that, he pushed off Amaya from his pant leg and headed over to Christian, who looked fearless.
"Go ahead Duke, take your best shot."
He said, holding his arms out, giving the Duke ever opportunity to hit him.
"You have everything you want, taking Satine and now Amaya? No! I won't let you."
He took his hand into a fist and punched Christian, making him fall to the ground painfully.
"Duke! Don't you dare hurt him!"
Amaya ran over to Christian and held his head in her lap, watching him bleed.
"I said it before and I'll say it again, you're a bastard and you always will be."
He took his eyes off Christian and placed them onto Amaya, making her shiver with fear.
"What did you say to me?"
He said, taking her by the throat and slamming her head into the wall.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
He repeated. Though she was in the most uncomfortable of places, she grim stare of fearless innocence stayed.
"I said you're a bastard! Did you not hear me?"
She said. His grip on her most precious neck tightened with every breath she took. Her face turned the most brightest of reds as her breath got shorter and shorter.
"He's gonna strangle me to death."
She thought. His looked had increased; every time she fought, his look became more menacing.
More, more it became harder to breath, harder to think, harder to see.
"You don't deserve to stay here you little bitch!"
He could feel her heart slowing down; her breathing becoming short. He was killing her and he knew it.
But then, he let go, his grip on her now bruised neck became loose and the color of her face leaked back.
She opened her eyes and saw the Duke fall, to the ground.
He thudded to the floor with the slightest moan and her hear finally became normal. She looked down at the Duke and saw him there, not moving or making a single noise.
She looked over in Christian and saw that he was now standing up.
His right hand was clenched into a fist and the other was on the Duke's shoulder.
She looked down at the Duke and saw.....a knife sticking out of the back of his back.
Please R+R! gotta know what you thank so please R+R!!!!!!!!!!