"Please, stop, you'll kill him," she begs, tears in her eyes. "It's my fault. I came here. I started talking to him first. Please don't kill him. It'll be all my fault."
She's sobbing, horrified.
Chapter 10 - Nikita
"Please, please don't kill him," I shout, desperate, terrified. The guy's face is covered in blood, and he's barely conscious. Bardil still looks like he wants to carry on punching him. I have my arms wrapped around his thick forearm, clinging on to try and stop him from swinging his fist again.
He groans loudly, furrowing his brows and sneering.
He tugs his arm away from me and stares down at the guy on the floor, trapped beneath him. Bardil is much stronger than him. He never stood a chance.
"Please, Bardil, I'll go with you. Just leave him alone. It's my fault for using him. I was manipulating him into helping me."
My heart is racing a million miles an hour, and tears are streaming down my cheeks. It really is my fault. The guy was an easy target. He had his eyes on me the moment I walked in. My feet are aching, I'm exhausted, and I was too tired to think properly. I just walked over to him and started flirting to get him to lend me his car.
It was stupid and reckless, and I put his life in danger.
It was selfish.
I reach out and touch Bardil's arm. "Please," I whisper, begging him.
He closes his eyes for a moment, and I repeat myself. "I'll go with you. We can leave now."
Bardil is blinded by rage. Rage he feels toward me, but is taking out on this stranger.
Guilt pushes inside me.
Biting my lip, I wait for him to react in some way.
He stands up, shoving the guy away from himself. Roughly, he grabs my arm, and I don't stop him. "Let's go," he snaps.
Everyone in the bar is looking away. Minding their own business. It makes me angry, but I'm also relieved. If anyone else tried to help me at this point, I don't think I'd be able to get Bardil to calm down again. I can't be responsible for anyone else getting hurt.
He pushes me into the car, and I sit tensely, in angry silence.
Now that it's him and me again, my rage is quickly taking over from the fear for that stranger's life.
Bardil starts the car and pulls away so fast the tires skid on the road.
I try so hard to hold my anger in, but it doesn't work, and when we're away from the town, I blurt out.
"You almost fucking killed him!"
"So what?" he snaps back.
"You're a fucking psychopath. Who does that? Why the hell would you hurt him so badly when he was just trying to help me?"
"Helpyou?" he scoffs, glaring at me.
"Yes! Help me!" I shout, clenching my fists.
Bardil slams on the brakes and pulls over on the side of the road. It's pitch black in the middle of nowhere when he leans over to my side.
"He didn't want to help you! How blind are you?"
He's close to me. The car suddenly feels smaller than before.
"I'm not blind. You're an asshole. A bully. A heartless monster," I snap.
