Roman’s POV
The other four stepped inside, their expressions frozen in shock—just like mine.
There she was. Kneeling on the cold, unforgiving floor, Jason’s torture toolbox sprawled open before her. In her trembling hands, she held the gun, the barrel pressed under her chin, ready to end it all.
"Eira. No," I shouted, my voice cracking, a mix of panic and disbelief.
She turned to look at us, her bloodshot eyes wet with tears, yet burning with a terrifying, resolute determination. And then, with terrifying swiftness, she pressed the trigger.
Click.
My heart stopped. For a moment, the world went silent. I could almost feel her life slipping away from her, and the thought of it made my chest tighten, suffocating me. The others were frozen, their faces pale, disbelief etched into every line.
She blinked, startled, and pressed it again. Click.
And again. Click.
"No bullets in gun," Jason said, "I emptied it after Kael killed my pets."
Relief surged through us, but it was nothing compared to the devastation washing over her.
She stared at the empty gun in her hands, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. The tears that had clung stubbornly to her cheeks now streamed freely, her eyes wide with helplessness, as if the world itself had betrayed her in the cruellest way.
The gun slipped from her hands, clattering to the floor like a broken promise. Her shoulders sagged, her hands clawed at the dried grass beneath her, and then—
Her scream tore through the air.
A scream so raw, so shattering, that it felt as if the room itself had been ripped open. It wasn’t just frustration—it was every year of suffering, every moment of cruelty, every ounce of despair she had swallowed, finally escaping in one agonizing, heart-wrenching sound.
We stood frozen, unable to move, our own hearts breaking in sympathy, shame, and helplessness.
We thought the video in the morning hadn’t affected her. We were wrong. It had indeed affected her. Every brutal moment, every scar, every humiliation was still there, hidden behind her quiet façade.
She had kept her emotions buried and acted normal through out the day just so she could come here to take her life.
The night Jason tortured her, she must have seen what else the box had and she didn’t forget that gun. All she was waiting for was the chance to come here, and tonight she got it.
Thankfully, the gun was empty, or we would have lost her tonight.
We stayed rooted in our places, letting her pour out the years of suffering in those harrowing screams. It was the first time we had ever seen her break—really break—letting the pain she had buried so deeply claw its way out. The morning’s video had been just a scratch on the surface, but tonight, every hidden wound, every memory she had fought to lock away, erupted.
When her screams faded into ragged, trembling sobs, and she buried her face in her palms, shaking as if the world itself were crushing her.
Helpless words with muffled sobs were heard.
"All...i want is to die...but....why...."
I finally moved.
"Eira," I whispered, my voice shaking, raw and tender.
I could feel the same from others, but they let me handle it, unsure what to do in this situation.
She didn’t respond, only allowed her sobs to echo softly into the room, muffled behind her frail hands.
I knelt beside her. My hands trembling as I gently drew her closer and hugged her. My hand gently caressed her head, as I found myself unable to hold my tears. My heart, my soul felt hurt for her as I felt utterly helpless to ease her pain.
I wanted to speak to console her, but my chest felt stuffy with emotions and throat felt choked, unable to say a word. It was as if her pain was slowly seeping into me—into my heart. I could feel it clearly.
Then, through the quivering, broken words, I heard it. Her pleading, almost inaudible voice:
"Please... I want to die... I can’t take it... Please... kill me...it hurts....I want to die...please....kill me..."
The words hit me like a thunder. I tightened my arms around her, my knuckles whitening, my heart shattering at the sheer weight of her despair. She wasn’t asking for comfort. She was begging for release—from the world, from the pain, from everything that had hurt her.
My teary eyes turned to my brothers, and I watched them looking away, trying not to look at her. More like they were trying to hide the emotions in their own eyes, which had turned moist as well.
Kael let out a shaky breath and came toward us. He knelt on the ground, and without a word, he lifted her in his arms—careful, as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. Her face buried against his chest, she mumbled again.
"Please let me die... I beg you... just once... kill me... please...."
Kael didn’t react. His face was rigid, his jaw clenched, trying hard to suppress his emotions, but his moist eyes betrayed his efforts.
He carried her out of that storage room, and we followed him in silence. None of us spoke a single word until we reached home.
Even Fluffy was quiet and didn’t bark once, simply following us back.
Once inside the home, something unexpected happened.
Kael didn’t stop just in the drawing room. He carried Eira upstairs as we watched him in silence. After a while all we heard was the sound of his room’s door being closed.
Not even once had any of us ever entered his room, but he simply took her to his room.
It was utterly shocking and surprising. We looked at each other and then back toward the staircase, still in disbelief that Kael did it.
What has changed. Was he finally ready to forget his parents died because of her? Was he finally softening towards her?
Seeing her like this today would have shattered anyone’s resolve, and not to forget that cruel video we happened to watch today. Her suffering.
That could be the reason for the change.
Lucian signalled Fluffy to come with him, so he wouldn’t go to Kael’s room and disturb him by barking to call for Eira.
As Kael had left, all of us wordlessly went to our rooms. We needed time to process our emotions and thoughts now.