Mess. Everything turned into an utter mess in the blink of an eye. And this horrifying mess began the moment Nicholas fell on the ground and Isabella's scream pierced through the horrifying silence.
The memories of that moment still flashed before everyone's eyes as a haunting reminder of what happened at the warehouse just a while ago.
Now that mess had become uncontrollable, as Nicholas lay on the backseat, his head on Isabella's lap, and blood seeped out from his back, pooling in the car and staining everything in its path—the car, Isabella's clothes, her hands—everything.
Tears blurred Isabella's vision, and she choked on her tears as she pressed her trembling hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it didn't stop at all. Instead, the blood kept flowing, warm and thick, slipping through her fingers no matter how hard she pressed, making her chest tighten with fear.
