The yellow rays of the sun shined on my eyes through the wrecked window of my room. I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the footsteps rushing towards my room that shook my entire body, and my sleep went out of the window. The fear of getting caught took over me. Caught by him.
I quickly pulled out my gun, which was under my pillow. Climbing off the bed, I stood in front of the closed door of my room with my gun fixed on it.
"Andrea," shouted Claire from outside. Her voice calmed my racing heart and relief flooded through me. I lowered my gun and walked to the door. Claire’s worried eyes met mine when I opened the door.
"What happened? Why are you running?" I asked, with my eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"We have to go, pack your stuff," she announced. I didn't have to ask any further as I nodded to her in response and went back to my room while Claire strolled back downstairs. I started packing my stuff. I took out my bag and filled it with the things I needed. I removed my PJs and changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top. I placed the gun on the hook of my jeans and ran downstairs where Claire has turned the house upside down.
"Are you done?" I asked Claire.
"I've packed almost everything," she said, running around checking again if she forgot anything.
"Did you take the phone Uncle John gave us?" I questioned her. She was back in her room but she heard me as she replied, "Yes, I did. What about your gun?"
It didn't take much time and effort for us to get out of the house as we've practiced it almost fifty times. We exited from the bathroom window as the main door was not in the option. They were already here. We ran towards the wall, which separated our house and the road. Grabbing the top of the wall, we both climbed on top of it and jumped on the road.
Our feet landed on the road. But in our rush, we forget to check for the men outside and it only occurred to me when my eyes met with the men who stood making semicircle around us. I glanced at Claire beside me for a second, our eyes met and she nodded. I jumped towards the man in front of me and kicked his knee. He fell on his knees to the ground and with that, all the other men who were ogling our exchange came into action.
Two men came to me and others were busy with Claire. I punched the man in his jaw and unlucky for me he didn't feel any damage while I couldn't say the same for my hand. Without distracting myself I again punched the man on his chin and this time he felt that but before I could’ve felt any pleasure, the other men came for me. I pulled out my gun from my jeans and shot one man on his knees and the other one on his shoulder. I looked back and another man was just behind me. I pointed my gun at him but before I could’ve pulled the trigger, he slapped my hand which made my gun fall to the ground.
I was about to kick him but a voice shouted from behind me, making me freeze, "ENOUGH!"
I slowly turned around and looked in front of me. A man was holding Claire, pointing a gun on her forehead. But the voice wasn't his, it came from the person who was standing behind him. The man holding Claire moved to the side so that I could have a better view of the man. And there he was in all his glory, wearing his black suit as always, looking intimidatingly handsome. The man from whom I was running. My breath hitched in my throat when my eyes met his.
"It's been a long time,” he spoke, his lips turning upwards in his sweetest smile but I knew what was behind that smile. A monster. The monster who tortured me, who killed my sister and now wanted to kill me. A voice in my head screamed to give up. I was tired of running. Tired of being scared and tired of always looking over my shoulder for his shadow that always followed me.
"Leave her alone," I said, looking straight into his eyes, doing my best to not look frightened. He stared at me with his cruel smile still on his lips. He looked like a predator who just caught his prey. He took several steps forward and my heartbeat quickened. He halted when he was a few feet away from me and held my eyes with his while I felt my knees shaking beneath me.
"Now why would I do that?" he spoke, his voice hard and laced with venom. He turned to glance at Claire who was struggling to break free of the man's grasp.
"She dared to escape from me," he gritted out and continued, "and not only did she escape, she took you with her," he finished and stared back at me. That dangerous smile of his was gone and his face was void of any emotion. I instinctively took a step back from him. For a second my gaze drifted to the ground and caught the sight of my gun. I, without wasting a second, grabbed my gun and pointed it at him. In a flicker, all his men pointed their guns at me.
"What do you want from me?" I shouted.
"You haven't changed a bit. You're as fiery as before," he responded, smiling. My fingers tightened around the gun and I clenched my teeth.
"I asked what do you want from me?" I repeated.
"You know what I want from you," he voiced and continued, "you know that you can't run away from me," he dangerously took a few steps towards me. I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my vein thumping in my throat.
"So before taking another wrong step think about your little friend here," he spoke. He had filled the remaining distance between us and towered over me. I looked at Claire, who was staring back at me. This man has destroyed everything of me before and now, he was back to destroy me.
You must be wondering who this man was and why was he after me. So, let's start from the beginning. This story began about a year ago. On my birthday night, that night which became my worst nightmare. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.
A few months back... I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful today in the shiny gown I wore for the party. It was a floor-length, green gown that complimented my green eyes. I was turning twenty today and my sister, Lindsey, and my uncle John had organized a party. My room door burst open and Lindsey in her black gown stepped inside."You're looking beautiful, Andy," She said as she stepped before me and smiled. I returned the smile which reached my eyes. "Happy birthday," she said, hugging me. "Thank you, Linds,” I replied and told her to help me with my hair. She nodded and turned me around to comb my hair while I patiently waited. She told me that Uncle John was waiting for us at our beach house where the party was held. Lindsey and I weren't real sisters. I met Lindsey when we were just kids. Lindsey was a year older than me. Her mother was my tutor. She was a single mother but
"Please, let go of me," Lindsey cried as she tried to push him away from her. I saw her struggling against him, but he was too cruel to let go of her. I was boiling in anger. My knuckles turned into fists as rage build inside of me. With quick steps, I made my way towards them and closed the distance between us. I grabbed the collar of the man from behind and pushed him back from my sister, who slid to the floor crying. But that guy didn't get the message. I heard him shout absurdity, and I turned to look at him. "You bitch..." he spoke as I took a step towards him. My hands were itching to slap him. I was continuously gritting my teeth in anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, I kicked him in his stomach. He stumbled back. Taking few seconds to balance himself, he lurched towards me. I held out my fist to punch him, but he grabbed my fist and twisted my hand. I groaned when a jolt of pain shot through my wrist, but that didn't stop him as
After leaving both my Uncle and Lindsey on the stairs I made my way to my room. I rummaged through my entire room to pack the stuff I needed. I changed into skinny jeans and a tank top. Uncle told me he would call the cops after I had successfully left the house. After packing everything, I strolled outside the mansion from the backside as to not gain any attention. Once outside, I walked far away from the mansion. It was late so I couldn’t find a cab. My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was my uncle. “Did you leave the house?” he asked. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. "Yes," I told him. He told me to not call him with this phone and to throw it on my way. He added that once I’m somewhere safe, I should call him. I was getting nervous with each passing second. "Have you called the police yet?" I asked, biting my lower lip. "Not yet. But I'm calling after hanging up." He finished. "Bunny, everything
A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me. "Who... who are you?" I muttered. It took me a moment to realize who those men were and why they were here. No one said anything for a while, but then the man who reached towards me shouted, “Take her.” As the man stepped inside, I backed away from them. "Stop," I said and held out my hand in gesture. The men stopped, and I continued, "I'll come, don't grab me like an animal," I stated. Both men turned to look at the one who ordered them to take me. He nodded, and I sighed in relief. I grabbed my bag from the bed and padded my way to the door, but just as I reached the man who was ordering, he grabbed me by my shoulder while the others took off downstairs, leaving us to walk behind them.
Lindsey fell to the floor in the pool of blood that poured out of her body. I ran to her limp body and kneeling beside her, I placed her head on my lap."Linds..." I cried as she went unconscious. Her eyes were closed and I couldn’t feel her heartbeat anymore. Pain and agony filled me. I cried, hugging her to my chest. The stench of blood filled my nostril and my hands trembled when I noticed her blood on them. My eyes were wide as I shook her, again and again, to wake her up, to run away with me. A part of me hoped that she would wake up any minute but she didn’t. Minutes passed by and I just stared at her while tears continuously rolled down my cheeks. He shot her three damn times, that son of a bastard killed my sister.I stood up and stretched my neck to him. He stood with his hands hanging on each side, still holding the same gun with which he shot her.“You…” I strolled towards him and stepped in front
I slowly opened my eyes, only to see myself lying on the floor in an unfamiliar room. I slowly sat up with the support of the wall behind me and winced in pain. My eyes shifted to my leg, and the sight grossed me out as it was covered in blood. I lifted my fingers to touch it but did the opposite, as the wound was still open and the blood was pouring out of it. I looked around the room and realized that it was the same cell where I found Linds. As the memory of her went through my mind, my eyes prickled with tears. The room was small and dark, only a small bulb lit above me. The cell door was locked. It was a metal door with a square glass window at the top which showed me the bright lights igniting the hallways outside. I was still in my old clothes. My tank top was drenched in the blood same as my skinny jeans below my knees and my hair was a mess on my shoulder. The metallic smell of blood and sweat flooded my nostrils, and it sucked. I winced in pain again and decided to
I slowly opened my eyes, only to see myself lying on the floor in an unfamiliar room. I slowly sat up with the support of the wall behind me and winced in pain. My eyes shifted to my leg, and the sight grossed me out as it was covered in blood. I lifted my fingers to touch it but did the opposite, as the wound was still open and the blood was pouring out of it. I looked around the room and realized that it was the same cell where I found Linds. As the memory of her went through my mind, my eyes prickled with tears. The room was small and dark, only a small bulb lit above me. The cell door was locked. It was a metal door with a square glass window at the top which showed me the bright lights igniting the hallways outside. I was still in my old clothes. My tank top was drenched in the blood same as my skinny jeans below my knees and my hair was a mess on my shoulder. The metallic smell of blood and sweat flooded my nostrils, and it sucked. I winced in pain again and decided to
Lindsey fell to the floor in the pool of blood that poured out of her body. I ran to her limp body and kneeling beside her, I placed her head on my lap."Linds..." I cried as she went unconscious. Her eyes were closed and I couldn’t feel her heartbeat anymore. Pain and agony filled me. I cried, hugging her to my chest. The stench of blood filled my nostril and my hands trembled when I noticed her blood on them. My eyes were wide as I shook her, again and again, to wake her up, to run away with me. A part of me hoped that she would wake up any minute but she didn’t. Minutes passed by and I just stared at her while tears continuously rolled down my cheeks. He shot her three damn times, that son of a bastard killed my sister.I stood up and stretched my neck to him. He stood with his hands hanging on each side, still holding the same gun with which he shot her.“You…” I strolled towards him and stepped in front
A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me. "Who... who are you?" I muttered. It took me a moment to realize who those men were and why they were here. No one said anything for a while, but then the man who reached towards me shouted, “Take her.” As the man stepped inside, I backed away from them. "Stop," I said and held out my hand in gesture. The men stopped, and I continued, "I'll come, don't grab me like an animal," I stated. Both men turned to look at the one who ordered them to take me. He nodded, and I sighed in relief. I grabbed my bag from the bed and padded my way to the door, but just as I reached the man who was ordering, he grabbed me by my shoulder while the others took off downstairs, leaving us to walk behind them.
After leaving both my Uncle and Lindsey on the stairs I made my way to my room. I rummaged through my entire room to pack the stuff I needed. I changed into skinny jeans and a tank top. Uncle told me he would call the cops after I had successfully left the house. After packing everything, I strolled outside the mansion from the backside as to not gain any attention. Once outside, I walked far away from the mansion. It was late so I couldn’t find a cab. My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was my uncle. “Did you leave the house?” he asked. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. "Yes," I told him. He told me to not call him with this phone and to throw it on my way. He added that once I’m somewhere safe, I should call him. I was getting nervous with each passing second. "Have you called the police yet?" I asked, biting my lower lip. "Not yet. But I'm calling after hanging up." He finished. "Bunny, everything
"Please, let go of me," Lindsey cried as she tried to push him away from her. I saw her struggling against him, but he was too cruel to let go of her. I was boiling in anger. My knuckles turned into fists as rage build inside of me. With quick steps, I made my way towards them and closed the distance between us. I grabbed the collar of the man from behind and pushed him back from my sister, who slid to the floor crying. But that guy didn't get the message. I heard him shout absurdity, and I turned to look at him. "You bitch..." he spoke as I took a step towards him. My hands were itching to slap him. I was continuously gritting my teeth in anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, I kicked him in his stomach. He stumbled back. Taking few seconds to balance himself, he lurched towards me. I held out my fist to punch him, but he grabbed my fist and twisted my hand. I groaned when a jolt of pain shot through my wrist, but that didn't stop him as
A few months back... I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful today in the shiny gown I wore for the party. It was a floor-length, green gown that complimented my green eyes. I was turning twenty today and my sister, Lindsey, and my uncle John had organized a party. My room door burst open and Lindsey in her black gown stepped inside."You're looking beautiful, Andy," She said as she stepped before me and smiled. I returned the smile which reached my eyes. "Happy birthday," she said, hugging me. "Thank you, Linds,” I replied and told her to help me with my hair. She nodded and turned me around to comb my hair while I patiently waited. She told me that Uncle John was waiting for us at our beach house where the party was held. Lindsey and I weren't real sisters. I met Lindsey when we were just kids. Lindsey was a year older than me. Her mother was my tutor. She was a single mother but
The yellow rays of the sun shined on my eyes through the wrecked window of my room. I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the footsteps rushing towards my room that shook my entire body, and my sleep went out of the window. The fear of getting caught took over me. Caught byhim. I quickly pulled out my gun, which was under my pillow. Climbing off the bed, I stood in front of the closed door of my room with my gun fixed on it. "Andrea," shouted Claire from outside. Her voice calmed my racing heart and relief flooded through me. I lowered my gun and walked to the door. Claire’s worried eyes met mine when I opened the door. "What happened? Why are you running?" I asked, with my eyebrows knitted in confusion. "We have to go, pack your stuff," she announced. I didn't have to ask any further as I nodded to her in response and went back to my room while Claire strolled back downstairs. I started packing my stuff. I took out my bag