I stood up in shock as my heart raced a thousand times per second.“Rebecca!” I caught her attention and pointed to our answer.She gave a soft happy sob and jumped from the sofa.The only problem was that the vent was high up. “Doesn’t the vent also lead out to the front lobby?” I asked, hoping that she’d say yes.“I believe it does.”That was good enough.With a sigh of relief, we pushed the sofa closer to reach the vent, but it was too high for us to reach.“It’s no use.” She frowned.“Get on my back, you’ll be able to reach it.”“Are you crazy? I’ll trample you!”“I’m not as weak as you think,” I scoffed, “Just hop on.”“And what about you?”“At least we know one of us would get out alive.”“Becky!” She scolded, “Don’t joke like that!”“Becca, I’m not joking. This is my fight, not yours. I don’t want you involved with this. The last person I got involved— I regret it every second.”“Becky Mia Grey, I’m not freaking leaving you! You said it yourself, we are not best friends, we’re
I thought about what he said for a moment and I felt guilty, but then again, I was in this mess because of him as well. So basically, we’re in this crap together.“Fine.” I pouted and hugged the clothes to my chest with a sigh as I stood up.Walking towards the bathroom, I stopped in place and frowned.“What’s wrong?” Sinister asked in that warm winter voice of his.“Sinister,” I breathed turning back at him, “This place, Vitaly, those people… they’re-“He looked at me almost in a challenge to continue.“They’re Rosalie’s family, aren’t they?” When he didn’t answer, my fear was confirmed.“They want to kill me, don’t they?” My panic flared once again.“They’ll do no such thing.” He scowled, “ Not as long as I’m alive.”Somehow that seemed to comfort me yet worry me at the same time. Not for my life, but for his.“Now go.” He finished, “I’ll be here when you’re done.”Nodding in agreement, I headed to the shower and quickly got dressed in the soft clothes I was given. I brushed my fin
He's alive!He's alive?I couldn't get that Enigma out of my head. I couldn't get that possibility out of my mind.All these years I thought my brother was dead. I tried to suppress the uncontrollable urge to just jump to a crazy level. It couldn't be possible that he was still alive, he met with an accident back home in Florida. He died three years ago. Didn't he?Yet, the solid piece of evidence in my hand staring right at me said otherwise. I gave the little card another glance to ensure I wasn't tripping of my sanity. It was real. The writing was his and it was addressed to someone Called 'B,883.' The card had my brother's very own signature, last week's date and a request to meet at an apartment building with the number in it.Honesty, I found the card by accident At the bank when someone pushed me by mistake and I dropped my bag. Low and behold, the card was staring right at me on the floor. It seemed as though someone had accidentally dropped it. Maybe it was planted for me?I
"I will repeat myself for the third time, give us the folder miss."Hot mess!This is hot mess!How did they know I had the file on me. It was deeply tucked in my bag.And who are these people?"Uhm, I'm sorry I think you have the wrong person. I'm not from around here and I have nothing with me." I replied with the most polite tone ever." You work for Salvatore right?" Another of them asked with a Russian accent.Salvatore?Was that a name of a bird?-"We can help you if you give us the folder willingly, we do not have to take it forcefully." The first man said again as he began moving close to me.I took a step back.And another. And another, until I bumped on what seems like a wall…. No I mean, a human ."You don't have to make it hard miss, give us the folder." He said from behind me making me shudder in fear. "We know you work for Salvatore, and we won't hesitate to end you this instant.""What? No! I have no idea who Salvatore is." I stated quite angrily getting frustrated at
My head ached.My eyes were so heavy it hurt.The light on the ceiling made it more difficult for me to fully open my eyelids. Wait, I don't know this place! Where was I?I tried myself to move up from this oddly comfortable bed. It was like I had someone shoot arrows through my stomach….. Forcefully, I got myself off the bed and took notice of the room I was in. It was large and unbelievably neat. Everything was in perfect order, from the books to the pencil in the bed head.Walking towards the full sized mirror I saw how shattered I looked, my hair was everywhere and my clothes-Good lords!Oh my Lord!I wasn't in my regular clothing I had on before, instead I was wearing this white shirt three times bigger than me. Where am I….. whose shirt is this?Panic shook me as I ran my hair through my already horrible hair and paced around the room. Wait. What time was it?I rushed to open the curtain just across the room where I was met with the most spectacular view ever! The New York
Speak of the Devil's son! Turning around, I saw the Adam from earlier. The one who bargained for me earlier. As he came close to me I could almost feel a sort of coldness penetrate from him, it was intimidating. He even dared to take up my personal space being only inches away from me. His eyes cut through me. There was something about him that would want to make you drop dead..... Literally. The reeked of power and control, a kind of individual that could control your thoughts just by glaring at you. His dark messy hair contrasted from his deadly gaze. It was more of a cute little kid's shaggy haired look when he got out of bed. But his face gave the ' I hate humans and I'm going to kill you' look. He genuinely looked like he was going to do something terrible to me. The way he clenched his teeth and tightened his jaws added to the defined features of his shamelessly beautiful face. "Ungrateful little thing." He muttered softly for only me to hear. I was actually unable to sp
After crying and blaming myself for absolutely everything reason I could think off, I dragged myself down into a sitting position when I felt my hair becoming damp. No, no. Becky Grey does not cry.Beck does and wouldn't cry!I just hated this feeling, I hated feeling powerless and weak. No man had the right to keep me locked up in his place no matter how shamelessly beautiful he was. His personality was the worst if it all. How dare he just demand me like that!I am not some object he could buy or a dog he could command .I had to get out of here. I moved to open the big door like structure and I realized it was a balcony. Woah!I'd be dead if I jumped off there. Dear even before I hit the ground.And I couldn't just walk out the door, those men would stop me. What on earth did I do to get myself in a situation like this?I just shrunk myself on the floor resting my head on my kneel hopelessly wishing this was a bad dream I'd wake up from.I had dozed off, but it wasn't morning
Barely 24 hours into knowing this self centered man, i already hated him..He bit on my neck and I felt something slipped from it, but I was already feeling too drowned to realized anything."Say, how such little gesture from me could take you on a journey of temporary dumbness without your knowledge." He mocked with a hint of arrogance in his voice.He was breathing directly into my skin. God I couldn't focus any longer…. One more direct touch from this arrogant bastard and I'd be dead, dead from too much sensation."A very delightful evening to take something of great value from you, don't you think Suka?" He mumbled into my ear as I felt something clicked from my neck.Wait wasn't that...He stood up from me holding out the chain I had around my neck. ~No that was the last thing reminding me of home ~"Give it back!" I shouted at him and I got up and tried reaching out for it, but he help me out opening the locker and studying my family; My birth parents, my brother along with my