Tied In Silence

Victor’s POV

The car screeched to a halt in front of the mansion.

I didn’t wait.
Didn’t let the engine cool.
Didn’t let the door open on its own.

I kicked it open, holding Lyra tighter in my arms.
Lexa called after me, but I couldn’t hear her over the pounding in my ears.

“Stay with me, baby… please…” I whispered, as I rushed through the rain-soaked path, up the stairs, through the door—straight inside.

She felt lighter.
Or maybe I was losing my mind.

Why isn’t she waking up…?
What did they give her?
What did that bastard do to her?

She was still.
Unmoving.
Her silence was louder than any scream.

I felt fear clawing through my ribs, squeezing around my lungs. Not fear for myself.
Never for myself.
But for her.

My wife.

Her lips were pale. Her skin ice.
“Lyra,” I whispered again, voice cracking. “Wake up, baby… yell at me, cry, hit me—just wake up.”

Nothing.

I held her tighter, so tight I was scared I’d crush her—but I couldn’t let go.
If I did… I didn’t know if I’d survive it.

Then, at the top of the stairs, I saw her—
My mother.

She gasped the moment her eyes landed on Lyra in my arms, her hand flying to her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks.

But I didn’t stop.
I didn’t speak.
I couldn’t.
My voice wasn’t mine anymore—it belonged to Lyra, and she wasn’t answering.

Camelia reached for Lyra’s arm, gently. “Oh, my child…”

“She’s not waking up,” I croaked, and my voice broke on the last word. “She’s not  waking up, Mom.”

Her eyes welled up again, but I was already moving.
To our room.
Her room.
The place I was supposed to protect.

I laid her on the bed like she was made of glass. My hands shook.
Even now, they couldn’t stop shaking.

I sat beside her, brushing her damp hair back. “You’re home, dove… we’re safe now. You’re safe with me. Just open your eyes. Please.”

Her chest rose in slow, shallow breaths. But she didn’t stir.

She always stirred when I kissed her forehead. When I whispered her name. When I held her.

Not this time.

“Where’s the damn doctor?!” I yelled, eyes darting toward the hallway like I could summon her with rage.

Camelia sat beside Lyra, gently holding her hand.

The doctor finally arrived—a woman,  in her thirties but confident. Until she saw Lyra.

Her voice wavered. “I need everyone to leave the room so I can examine her.”

“No.”
I didn’t even look at her. “I’m not leaving her side.”

She blinked. “Mr. Knight

“I said no.”

Lexa touched my shoulder. “Victor… please. Let her work.”

I turned to her slowly, my voice low and cold, trembling with something darker. “If something happened to her  because I left her… I swear I’ll lose my f*cking mind.”

Nothing will happened,” Lexa said, gently.

“I can’t. Not without her.”

That’s when I heard the voice.
Heavy. Cold. Final.

“Victor.”
My father.

Ravile stood at the door, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on mine.

“Don’t let your love for her become the reason she doesn’t get help. Step out.

His words felt like bullets.
Because he was right.
And I hated it.

I looked back at her.
She hadn’t moved.
Still the same pale, bruised, beautiful girl I married.

I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers.

“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m right outside. I swear. You’re not alone.”
My lips brushed her skin.

I kissed her temple one more time.

And then—
I did the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

I let go.

But as I walked away, my entire body felt hollow.
Because my soul…
My heart…
Was still lying on that bed. With her.