CHAPTER 5: The repeat of history

BELLATRIX POV...

I am lost. Don't know where to run away. I don't wanna go back to the countryside; life there was horrible. But, living in this family means willingly throwing myself in the pool of boiling lava.

So either way, I am the one to be sacrificed.

Tears burn at the thought of the monster I was about to get engaged. I was nothing but a piece of property to them who is barely considered a life. I won't go back to that hell, I won't let them take me.

My knuckles are white, my nails digging into my hand, threatening to break through my tender skin as my hands fisted on the hem of my dress; while I ran away from the Villa.

A pink flash of thunder lit up, tearing the heart of the sky. Droplets of water touched my bare skin. A warning of heavy rain, and I am still unsure of where to go.

In a few seconds, rain poured and drenched me all over. My tears started dissolving in water, my heart hammered, praying for a little help on the way.

Just as I took a turn, a black car stopped right in front of me without a warning. I stumbled backward with a hammering heart.

The window slid down, and revealed chauffeur Smith's face, "First young Miss, where are you going in this weather? Do you need any help?"

Frankly, I did not expect him to appear out of nowhere. He is in his early thirties, good looking with blonde here, and one of the loyalist members working in the family, atleast that's what I have heard.

After I was kidnapped, dad got rid of all our previous workers, so no matter how long they work for us, to them, Florence comes first. No exception with Smith either, or to be more exact, he only follows Florence.

He is always biased toward his second young miss. Even at times, it feels like he is somewhat bothered calling me the first young miss.

Although I was a bit suspicious of his sudden kindness, I didn't have much time to ponder and hastily entered the car.

"Yes, thank you Smith, please drive me to the nearest bus stop." I blurted out. I rubbed my wet arms; trying to spread some warmth that I desperately needed.

Surprisingly, Smith did not ask any question. He looked at me using the rear view glass, "There's a fresh towel in the back, please dry yourself, Miss."

"Uh_ Thanks Smith." I reached to grab the towel. Once I turned around, I caught a faint glimpse of a black car behind us. My chest shuddered violently.

Am I being followed?

I strained to see past the glass of the car, and it helped a little__ The car does not belong to my family, or Neil. It feels like a mountain lifted off my chest.

I sighed in relief, and sat quietly in the car. I wrapped the towel around my shoulder, and leaned against the seat.

Rain batters down on the windshield, making it extremely difficult to see. I am glad I bumped into Smith, he is extremely good in his job. I somehow need to reach the station and then to somewhere far away from these people.

It's 8:30 in the clock; however, seems like that midnight has hit already. Perhaps due to heavy rain people stays home.

Home... The one word is enough to trouble my heart. I envy those people who has a home to return.

Sigh...

I looked out of the window. The droplets of water gliding over the glass smoothly, as my mind drifted back to the mysterious brother of Neil. I clearly heard his words, 'get off my way, brother.'

How is that possible?

Ryders' and Valdez get along for a long time both in business and personal lives. Thus, I met the only heir of Ryders', Neil Ryder. I am aware of his sister Natasha though, she's of our age, and naturally, gets along with Florence.

Who is this brother then?__

My thoughts were disrupted by an abrupt jerk. I blinked in confusion, and turned to Smith, "What happened?"

"Not sure, Miss. Let me check." Smith got out to check the car, as I sat inside anxiously.

A few minutes later, he returned, "It seems water fligged the engine. Please, wait here, and don't go anywhere."

My heart twisted inside, yet I have no choice. "Please come back quickly." I requested.

"I will." Smith assured me and left, as I reluctantly watched his back disappeared into the other side.

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It's 9:15 in the clock, only ten minutes passed after he left, but to me it feels like an eternity.

I looked out of the window, rain had stopped, a few minutes earlier. I felt suffocated inside, and came out of the car.

I looked around...

The road is narrow, and dark; no trace of life either.

Where am I?

I know the route of the bas stop, this place however, is not in the way.

Where did he bring me?

I swallowed hard, panic slowly writhes through me. I stumbled aside, my hand scratched against the car, and blinding pain rushes through my veins.

I dragged myself toward the driver's seat and searched for something, anything that would help me contact him, but there was nothing.

What am I even expecting? Fear clearly playing with my nerves.

"Smith, where are you?" I called for him. Tears burn my eyes once more. I don't want to be here alone... Solitude scares me.

I swallowed hard, It's ok, breathe Bellatrix... you've got this.

I bite my trembling lips, taking another shuddering breath, I just round to follow Smith when suddenly a menacing honk almost deafen me.

Screaming in fear, I fell over the car bonnet.

With a screeching sound, a car stopped in front of me. Immediately, three masked men came out of the car, and before I realise, they were all over me; dragging me with them.

No! No! No!

"No... Let me go!" An agonising scream leaves me, my heart beats violently as I struggled hard to free myself. "Ll__let me go!"

"Shut up, Valdez!" One man roughly pushed a piece of clothe in my mouth, making me chock badly.

My head started pounding, tears stream down my cheeks.

Who are these people?

How do they know my name?

Where are they taking me?

Flashes of blurred memories glare before my eyes, haunting me.

Blood... Jockers... Screams... Darkness...

I cried out in a cruel anguish, no! not again!

God...

Please do not let me kidnapped again...