When she thought about the fact that he had actually made such a loyal promise to Genevieve, she began to feel uncomfortable again.
“Since you’re unwilling to pledge loyalty to me, then I’m going to make sure that only one of you can leave this place alive!” Marilyn shrieked.
She glanced at the man next to Patrick, who immediately began rummaging around in a nearby car for a pill that he then handed to Patrick.
Once Genevieve heard Marilyn’s words, her befuddled mind instantly became clear.
She kept struggling as she yelled for Patrick not to eat it. Toward the phone, she screamed, “Marilyn! If you’re mad, stay mad at me! Don’t you dare lay a finger on him! Let him go!”
“He wants me to let you go, but you want me to let him go. Who should I listen to?” Marilyn asked with a laugh. “Are you sure you want to die?”
The man keeping Genevieve captured pressed the trigger a little more.
Patrick’s heart clenched, and he snatched the pill from the man. His jaw tightened as he said, “Marilyn, you’d better keep that promise!”
He tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it without a second thought.
“No!” Genevieve cried out.
The rain was so heavy that she could barely open her eyes amidst the constant streams of water running down her face. She could barely even see Patrick in this state.
With a burst of courage that even Genevieve herself didn’t know she had, she thrashed around wildly and threw her head back to hit the man behind her. She bit down harshly on his neck with the speed of a cobra going for a strike.
The man hissed in pain, losing his grip on the trigger.
All Genevieve could do was desperately wiggle her way across the ground toward Patrick due to her bound limbs.
Another man pulled out a gun and aimed it at Genevieve. If Patrick moved even an inch, he would immediately shoot.
The thin shell of the pill had dissolved almost immediately after hitting Patrick’s tongue, and the powdered poison began to eat away at his internal organs.
By the time Genevieve reached him, there was already fresh blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
He did his best to choke back the blood welling up in his throat and reached out with difficulty, trying to untie the ropes on Genevieve’s wrists.
They had tied them up extremely tightly. The rough ropes left deep, red marks on her skin and her broken left hand fell limply once it lost the support of the ropes.
However, Genevieve couldn’t care less about the sharp pain in her left hand as she stumbled upright to force Patrick’s mouth open.
“P-Please open your mouth, Patrick. Please! Spit it out…” she pleaded desperately, feeling a mix of rainwater and tears streaming into her mouth.
She did her best to force his mouth open, but no matter how much strength she put into it, it stayed tightly closed.
Patrick shook his head and held onto her wrist, stopping her from doing any more. “The poison is already working,” he croaked out.
As he spoke, a few trails of blood spilled out of his mouth.
“Please! You can’t die. Don’t leave me! Please!” Genevieve wept, wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth. “How could you leave me alone like this after doing so much for me? Please don’t die, not yet! Patrick! Patrick…”
I’ve already wiped away the blood from his mouth. Why is there still so much coming out?
Why is his face becoming so pale?
“Don’t cry, Genev,” Patrick whispered hoarsely, afraid to show even the slightest bit of pain lest it made her cry more.
He lifted a hand with difficulty and wiped away the combination of tears and rain below her eyes. “I wanted this.”
His body began to sway and soon enough, his once-strong figure collapsed in Genevieve’s arms.
His heart was beginning to beat slower and slower, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Still, he did his best to widen his eyes to look at Genevieve, wanting to burn her face into his memory forever. “Genev, I’ve fallen in love with you since the first time I met you. I-I wanted to get away from you and d-do my best to f-forget you, b-but I-I couldn’t do it…”
