Bind you in hellbound
Chapter 151: ~Hellbound~

Chapter 151: ~Hellbound~

Elena had succumbed to her overwhelming emotions, losing control and slipping into a state of fragility. Derek, fully aware of Elena’s delicate condition, was wracked with concern, wondering how to best care for her in her vulnerable state.

’Elena is too frail,’ Derek thought, reflecting on the warnings from Lucy, who had emphasized the need for careful attention to Elena’s well-being. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Derek, as he grappled with his limited ability to provide the support Elena needed.

"Elena," Derek said softly as he held her trembling hands in his, his eyes reflecting his deep concern and care.

Elena’s first question revealed her anxiety and deep-seated concern. "Is he still alive?" she inquired, her voice quivering with fear, her thoughts turning to her father, the source of her emotional turmoil.

"Derek," Elena said, her voice weary and filled with uncertainty, searching for answers in his eyes.

Desperate to bring Elena back from her momentary stupor, Derek drew her close and implored, "Please open your eyes, Elena. Someone bring water."

Elena’s voice was resolute, as she replied, "No," with a firm nod. The thought of endangering her father was unthinkable to her. She couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to harm such a wonderful man. Her head was filled with questions, and the absence of answers left her feeling vulnerable and confused.

Derek, still grappling with how to reveal the full extent of the situation, gently restrained her. "You can’t do it, Elena. You can’t go there," he replied with a heavy heart.

Derek, realizing he could no longer keep the truth concealed, decided to explain. "Elena, the one who harmed your father is always monitoring him," he revealed, his words laden with the weight of the danger that loomed over them.

"Please don’t leave," I said, "I’m not going to let you go."

In tandem with the oxygen, Derek seized a glass of water and gently sprinkled it on Elena’s face, hoping to elicit a response. He called her name, his voice laden with anxiety, "Elena."

Derek, his face stern, suddenly revealed a shocking revelation. "But Elena, its Paul," he stated, dropping a bombshell that would change the trajectory of their understanding. The air in the room grew heavy with tension and the gravity of the new information.

"He will kill everyone," I sobbed, my voice choked with fear and desperation. I clung to Derek, wrapping my arms around his neck, seeking solace in his embrace.

In that moment, Elena clung to hope and the promises we had made to one another. Her fear was fueled by a love that transcended the obstacles and dangers we faced.

Derek, his voice soft but determined, tried to reassure me. "Elena, no. Your father is no longer in danger. I had everything ready. I took care of everything for him. No one is going to harm him." His words carried the weight of his resolve to protect my father and our family.

"Do you want to endanger his life?" he implored, his voice reflecting the urgency of the situation.

"Babe," Derek implored, as he gently held my face and forced me to look at him. When my eyes met his, the floodgates of my emotions burst open, and I cried uncontrollably.

Elena’s initial shock gave way to a wave of questions and confusion. "So you knew it before?" she asked, her voice laced with a sense of betrayal. She leaned on Derek’s lap, seeking answers and reassurance.

I held her close, wrapping my arms around her as I attempted to soothe her, but her fear was overwhelming. In her distress, she moved swiftly to secure the room, shutting the door and closing all of the windows, as if to shield us from an unseen threat. Once again, she cradled me in her arms, seeking safety in our embrace.

"He’s not going to spare me. He’ll start with you and then go on to the baby," Elena said, her voice heavy with despair and apprehension. The grim reality of our situation seemed inescapable.

Elena’s fear was palpable as she immediately grasped me firmly, her trembling hands holding onto me as if I were her lifeline. I could see the terror in her eyes, and she kept repeating to herself, "He’ll murder me too."

"Elena, wake up, babe," Derek urged, his voice filled with worry. He continued to provide her with oxygen, his actions driven by concern and the need to revive her.

"He’s still alive, honey. He’s still alive, but he’s in a coma, and my man is always keeping an eye on him," Derek revealed, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and somber truth. The weight of the secret he had been harboring was finally shared with Elena, even as he tried to provide comfort in the midst of the unsettling news.

"Derek," he said my name, his voice filled with concern and affection. But I sat on the bed like a lifeless body, my eyes welling up with tears that fell like a ceaseless stream.

"Stop talking," I yelled loudly, my voice filled with frustration.

Elena, however, was determined to find out more about her father’s condition. She attempted to stand up and insisted, "Derek, why is he in a coma? I’d like to meet him."

Derek responded, his voice a mixture of relief and tenderness, "Honey, everything is OK."

Derek was acutely aware of Elena’s emotional turmoil, and he pleaded with her, "Please, Elena, calm down." He understood that the revelation was overwhelming, and he needed to explain further.

But Elena’s fear ran deep, and she was convinced that danger was imminent. "No, he’ll kill you as well," she insisted, her voice filled with urgency.

Pom rushed to their side, bringing the requested water to help rouse Elena. The room was filled with a sense of urgency as Derek acted decisively. Without hesitation, he supplied oxygen to Elena mouth to mouth, determined to bring her back from her distressed state.

I, however, was consumed by fear, my thoughts racing to the potential consequences of our actions. "Derek, he’ll kill you," I cried, holding him tightly and seeking to shield him from harm. My love and concern for Derek were palpable.

"Relax, Elena," I urged, my voice gentle but resolute, as I tried to calm her racing thoughts and quell her anxiety.

Derek, realizing the gravity of the situation, responded somberly, "What she does, she already got her result." His words hinted at the consequences that had befallen Anne, leaving Elena to grapple with the consequences of her mother’s actions.

"I don’t want to do that," Elena continued. "Since my father is a wonderful guy, who would want to hurt him, and why didn’t Anne tell us?" The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to form a troubling picture, and Elena’s suspicions turned to Anne, her mother.

Elena’s fists clenched in frustration and anger, and she questioned the motivations behind the betrayal of her parents. "Why did she do that, Derek? First my mom, then my dad," she said, her voice laced with a sense of injustice and pain.

Desperate to bring her back from the precipice of her fears, I held her face gently, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Elena, look at me," I implored, seeking to anchor her in the present moment and the strength of our bond.

"Derek, I think Anne did it. That’s why she didn’t tell us," Elena stated, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and despair. The weight of betrayal and deception weighed heavily on her.

Elena, in her hesitancy, finally yielded to the efforts to bring her back to consciousness. After a moment, her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she took in her surroundings, her gaze finding Derek’s worried face.

"But now that I’ve married you, he’ll kill you as well," Elena added, her voice trembling with the enormity of the danger that surrounded us.

Derek’s POV.

"He’ll kill you," I repeated, my voice a trembling whisper as I clung to him, unwilling to let him go. The shadow of fear and uncertainty loomed over us, and my desperation to protect the man I loved was evident.

I tried to reason with her, to alleviate her fears. "Listen, Elena," I began, but she interrupted me, her fear driving her to speak her deepest anxieties.

"You must stay with me. I’m not going to let you go," she said, her hand resting on her abdomen, a poignant reminder of the life growing within her.

Elena’s POV.

Elena’s pregnancy, bore down on us, and we both understood the dangers of Paul discovering the truth. I knew that if he ever found out, his obsession and madness would know no bounds. The very thought of him learning that the baby she carried was his own filled me with dread. The lengths he might go to in order to reclaim Elena and the child were unfathomable.

Elena’s frustration and fear grew, and she questioned Derek’s motives. "Why? Derek, why are you doing this?" Her voice held a note of desperation, as the truth remained just out of her reach.

"And he’ll kill this baby as well. We made a promise to each other that when we grew up, we would marry."

To be continued.