13- Her Way Or The Highway

13.

 

As soon as Amila uttered these words, Ross felt his body be forced down as he fell on his knees. One of Amila’s bears had all his bodily strength on his neck, the other one was doing the same to Eliza, while he held on to Hamid like a bag of groceries that he didn’t need. It was like it had been already rehearsed before.

Little Hamid and Eliza were now on their feet with their duct-taped mouth and tied hands. They were all physically helpless. Hamid had stopped fighting. He seemed exhausted, the poor little boy.

Ross endlessly struggled to get out of the other guy’s grip but it was too hard for him to even move. The end was now near and Ross was about to witness something that no man could even imagine in his whole lifetime.

It was the ultimate result of his efforts those proved to be futile every time. All of his efforts proved to be futile at his every time. As he struggled to get out of the guy’s arms, he ceaselessly begged Amila for mercy, which he prayed would somehow work.

“Please Amila…please. Please let them go. It’s me that you want, not them. Go ahead kill me but don’t hurt them for god’s sake”

“I’ll work for you again; I’ll do anything you want. I promise. Just let them go…Please!”

Amila took note of all of this while she poured herself a glass of wine from the bar. It was like she was getting ready for the show. She got back to the sofa and placed her glass on the table

“No Ross” Amila said. “You made your choice a long time ago to have a life with Eliza and seemingly, you did, but you had no idea about the humiliation my f*****g husband had me go through. That son of a b***h” She added with annoyance.

Ross continuously pleaded for her to let his family go, for her to take her life instead of hurting them. It was his love for his family that prepared him to sacrifice his own life in exchange of theirs.

 

Ross knew what it was like to be without a family, and he was willing to do anything, everything to avoid being responsible for their misfortune. He went even crazier when the guy pulled out a gun and placed it between Hamid and Eliza. He started shouting and weeping loudly.

Watching one’s family in such a mess could make anyone go insane. He looked at Hamid’s face, calm but frightened.  He couldn’t dare imagine the pain he was enduring.  When Hamid was born, he had made a promise to himself and to the gods, that he’d never let anything happen to his family, that he’d always be there for them, that he’d be a changed man. So far, he hadn’t held his promise.

He looked at his wife’s face as she looked back at him. Her eyes were menacing, her gaze obscene. She looked at Ross as she attempted to make noises from her taped mouth, but Ross didn’t take look to put everything together. He knew exactly what she was trying to say.

Eliza was asking Ross to save Hamid even if he was the only one to live. That was her motherly affection towards her child. Her life after watching her own son die would only be her slow and painful death.

Ross was on a tough spot as well. After continuously begging mercy for his family, he also threatened Amila

“I promise you, If your man pull that trigger and any of them gets hurt, I will make sure that you burn in hell with these two and your bodies will never be found”

 

“Oh my God! Anger…huh?” Amila replied mockingly. “I like it” she added while Ross looked at her, boiling with anger. She laughed as she asked Ross whose life he wanted her to spare.

“Don’t do this, Amila” Ross pleaded

“You choose right away or both of them going to die” Her tone was serious again. 

When Ross did not reply she loudly asked him to make the choice, as she stood from the sofa. Her petite figure seemed to be gigantic as she stood over him.

Both Eliza and Little Hamid were on their knees as the decision was lying in Ross’s to choose one of them.

Amila continued to force him to make choice and looked straight into Eliza’s eyes and he understood what she wanted.

Eliza wanted him to choose Hamid but he didn’t want his son being an orphan, left to a stranger’s care. Then again, they had no choice.

 

“Choose” Amila shouted

“Choose” she shouted again.

 Ross looked from his wife’s eyes to his son’s. He knew that if he didn’t speak now, she would probably kill them both, Eliza and Hamid. So he spoke up.

“Hamid” He uttered as he looked at Eliza one last time, noticing the relief in her eyes. He closed his eyes. All he saw was nothing but with a harrowing pain and guilt.

Amila smiled and immediately walked towards Hamid picking him up. She took him away from that vulnerable spot while the guy placed his gun to Eliza’s head.

 held Hamid in her arms tight enough to disable him to move anywhere. She wanted to make sure he saw everything. She wanted the child to see his mother’s brains blown out, and watch as the light left her eyes.

Ross kept his eyes on Hamid. He wanted to stare at him until he heard the gunshot. He was no longer crying. His expression was blank, no passion, no fear, just a constant undying pain. Hamid was weeping to be in his mother’s arms.

Little Hamid was about to see his mother die. A mother, who loved him so much that she was even ready to sacrifice her life for him. That mother who stayed awake when he was in pain…

Hamid was seven years old but he knew about the things that were happening. He knew he was about to see his mother die. His weeping eyes reflected the pain of all the sick nights he had snuggled up and slept in his mom’s arms.

At the same time all the flashbacks of moments Ross had with Eliza began to wander in his mind. When she touched and kissed him, or smiled to him, even that cute dimple on her left cheek whenever she was mad at him.  Every moment they had spent together.

And then it came. A loud bang went off. It seemed like forever before Ross could have control of his senses. He saw Eliza smile at Hamid, and then look to him with a smile hidden under her taped mouth with her blinking eyes.

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Little Hamid was about to see his mother die. A mother, who loved him so much that she was even ready to sacrifice her life for him. That mother who stayed awake when he was in pain…

Hamid was seven years old but he knew about the things that were happening. He knew he was about to see his mother die. His weeping eyes reflected the pain of all the sick nights he had snuggled up and slept in his mom’s arms.

At the same time all the flashbacks of moments Ross had with Eliza began to wander in his mind. When she touched and kissed him, or smiled to him, even that cute dimple on her left cheek whenever she was mad at him. Every moment they had spent together.
And then it came. A loud bang went off. It seemed like forever before Ross could have control of his senses. He saw Eliza smile at Hamid, and then look to him with a smile hidden under her taped mouth with her blinking eyes.


aah the pain to see the dear ones die nay murdered and being helpless to witness it..... dreadful.....