Chapter Two

The past. The past is my fear. The past is my sin. The past is my nightmare. He who broke me. He who made me weak. He who made me cry, day and night, shall rot in hell like the devil's sight.

I have never loved myself until I ran away. The day I ran away from that monster who calls himself my father, was the best day of my life. It was my freedom. It was a new beginning to a new life, and I would do it all over again without hesitation. 

I never regretted it, hell who would? No one could or should live with an abusive father, yet I can't help but think who else lives like this? I feel them, I really do.

It has been years since I ran away and started my new life. I perused my dreams and met the love of my life and I am engaged to him now. 

Love is such a wonderful thing.

Typing on my keyboard, I filled in my patient's form. It is still early in the morning, and thank god I wasn't called, yet.

But I spoke too soon.

"Dr. Anderson! WE NEED YOU IN ROOM 108A!" A nurse yelled from across the room, calling for help.

I ran as fast as I could. When something like this happens, you have to be ready, like super ready. My legs kept on running until I reached my destination. I was out of breath, and kept inhaling and exhaling. I seem to not get used to this. Even though, I do not smoke or drink, and I do sport, my breathing is not that great. I think I have some problems. 

I entered room 108A and found a man covered in blood. Such a word I hate. Not that I am afraid of blood, but I hate when I see it on people because that means they are in pain, and I don't like seeing people in pain. It also triggers so many ugly memories. Memories of my father and mother. 

I would only love to see one person in pain, and that's my father, and I am not kidding.

"Prepare the operation room. NOW!" I yelled at Arabella and Stephane; my two main nurses. They have been working with me for a while and I really enjoy working with them. They are great at their job and I wouldn't ask for any better. 

Anxiety filled me. Every time I enter the operation room, I get anxious. No matter how many times I have entered it, it still reminds me of my mother. My dead mother; who no doctor could help to save her. That's actually the reason I wanted to be a doctor in the first place. I wanted to save people unlike the doctors who couldn't save my mother. I wanted to do something good, even if it is hard for me to be here every single day, remembering what happened to my mother. 

I washed my hands, wore my gloves, and wore my coat. I made my way to the patient and started operating on him. 

"Scalpel" I ordered Steph and extended my hand so that she gives me the tool.

"Calipers" I ordered again.

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"Good job doctor, you did a very good!" Arabella congratulated me, giving me a warm smile. 

"Thank you, you too." I replied, giving her a side hug. 

I got out of the operation room, and made my way to my office. I am glad that the operation was successful.

Entering my office, I found my boyfriend; James, sitting on one of the chairs across my desk, holding a bouquet in his hands. A smile made its way to my lips.

"Hey love" I said and hugged him so tight. I miss him so much.

"Hey honey, how was the surgery?" He asked, hugging me back.

"Successful, thank god." I replied and made my way to my chair behind the desk.

"Are these flowers for me?" I smiled excitedly, as I approached him.

"Who else, of course for you, baby." He replied, giving me a kiss. 

"Thank you, you didn't have to." I kissed him back. I love when he does small gestures like this. It makes me feel loved. 

I sat on my chair again, when he suddenly said, "Look baby, I know we made plans for tonight, but I gotta help my father at the company."

"Isn't your father in Germany?" I replied a little bit confused.

"Uhh—h-he came back" he shuttered nervously, making me feel suspicious.

What the fuck? Why is he lying to me? His father just called me yesterday, asking how I was doing. Could he have came back today? but he would have told me on the phone. 

"Oh, okay. No problem." I replied dryly, as I continued filling my patient's information on the computer.

"But hey, I will see you tomorrow, okay?" He said and I nodded.

I felt a weird feeling for the first time since I dated him. I don't know what it was, but he was being fishy.

I finished filling all the information that needed to be filled, and got out of my office. While walking to the parking lot, I felt a weird feeling as if someone was following me. I walked a little faster to confirm that someone was following me and I did. When I turned around, I saw a masked man extending his arms my way. He lifted his hand, covered my mouth and the next thing I saw was darkness engulfing me. 
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MATEO

After learning everything about the hospital and her, I wanted her to work for me so bad. I couldn't just stay here and work without her being part of the team. She is very good at her job and I think we could use her skills in the mafia. So, I called Samuel and asked him to come to the backyard so we could talk since I am there.

Minutes had passed when I heard footsteps on the grass. The way he walks is pretty obvious, as he walks like a baby chicken. 

"You walk like a chicken." I insulted with a grin.

"Shut up-" He sent me a glare. "Now what's up?"

Wow.

Why do I let him treat me like that?

"Well, I want you to do something for me." I said, as a smirk made its way to my lips. I know that when I say something like this to Sam, he freaks out, so imagine when I say that, but also with a smirk.

"Okay. I don't like the sound of this from your fucking ugly smirk" he nervously said with a disgusted look as he backs away a little bit, feeling uncomfortable.

"You know girls love my smirk, and that's how I get them to bed." I smirked again.

"Dude ew, fuck off, you dirty!-" He frowned, "-now, what do you want?"

"I want you to kidnap the doctor and bring her here."

"Wait...I can't just kidnap her like that?" He chuckled nervously.

I crossed my eyebrows and said, "Umm..yes, you can."

"Fuck...why not just ask her first??" He asked curiously.

"I read her file you left on my desk this morning and from the looks of it, she won't agree. Plus, I want her and only her, and you know when I want something, I get it." I explained calmly.

"Look man I understand, BUT SHE'S A FUCKING PERSON, NOT A THING!" He argues.

"But, I want her to work for me." I groaned as I paced around the room.

"Why don't you ask her first, and if she says no, kidnap her." He suggested, hope swirled in his eyes. 

But it's going to take time...

"No, do what I said." I said firmly, earning a groan back.

He hates when I ask him to kidnap someone.

"Fine." He huffed, "—she will be here by 9PM since she finishes her shift at 8."

"How did you know that?" I asked, angrily. Has he been stalking her? Has helaid his eyes on her or something?

How the fuck did he know that? I will kill him.

"Dude! I read it in her file that I gave you!"

Oh.

Umm.

"Enjoy your hunt." I smirked as I know he won't.

"Ha-ha, very funny." He mocked and left.

Few hours left for this beauty to come...I cannot wait to see her.

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9:30PM

Where the fuck are they?

I called Samuel many times, getting the same answer, "she's still inside."

"Yes?" He snapped for the millionth time. 

"Where are you?"

"On our way."

"Finally." I groaned in happiness, if that makes any sense.

I hang up and waited impatiently for him to come. I paced around the room like a mad man, why am I nervous? It doesn't make any sense. Maybe because I am nervous for how she will react? But why would I be? she is not the first person I kidnap, but maybe because she is the first woman I kidnap. 

Yeah, that makes more sense. 

I glanced at my watch and it read 9:45PM, what the fuck was taking him too long?

As if on cue, my office door opened, and there he stood, looking like a sack of potato.

"She's in her room." He informs me with his dead voice.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate it." I gave him a bro hug.

"Anything for you asshole."

Huh.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of my office. My legs automatically took me to her room. I opened the door and there she slept on the bed, looking like the angel she is.

I took few steps inside, but quickly stopped. I felt like I shouldn't be here, like she wouldn't like me being here, and so, I have this weird feeling like I should stay outside.

I walked back and stood just outside the door, looking at her like a creep.

She looked so innocent, and I couldn't help but wonder, what would she do when she wakes up and sees that she has been kidnapped?

Damn it.

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