The sun hints on its rays, as it falls on my face, through the peak of the curtains.
I slowly open my eyes and look around.
I'm still in the same room as last night.
But this time, I find the danger-stranger sleeping on a chair next to the bed.
His hands are folded, and his head's leaned against the wall.
I look at his facial features, and something about him, is really different.
Like; actual and real beauty.
Are gangsters this handsome though?
But then, again; I dont know for sure, if he's a gangster.
For all I know, all pretty faces do lie.
And nobody could know that better than me.
Two years of living in hell.
How am I alive? I dont know.
The danger-Stranger slowly raises his head, and probably sees me staring at him.
But I dont turn away, I keep my eyes fixated upon him. And he let's out a gentle smile.
"What are you staring at?" -He asks,
his voice deep and groggy.
"I dont know." -I reply, in a voice, smaller than I expected to come out.
He slowly gets up from the chair and leaves the room, closing the door aa quietly as possible.
I dont move at all.
I dont know what to do, at all.
I close my eyes for a few minutes before I hear the door open again.
This time, a woman is back with a tray.
The woman seems to be in her mid 45's.
She makes her way to the bed, and keeps the tray on the nightstand.
She extends her hand and looks at me, as if seeking my permission to allow her to touch me. I simply nod.
And then, she helps me sit up.
She brings the tray forward, and I see varieties of fruits in a plate, some soup, and a glass of water.
She takes the spoon in her hand, and begins feeding me.
To my own surprise, I dont reject her.
Probably because I'm hungry or so.
She feeds me in silence, and I eat in silence.
None of us utter any words to each other.
After she's done, she gets up and takes the tray with her, as she exits.
I simply lay back, and close my eyes.
"Michelle Fernandez, the woman, who was supposed to marry Chris Millers. But ran away, minutes before her happily ever after. Why is that?" -I hear someone say so.
I open my eyes and see the danger-stranger staring at me, with those devil eyes.
"What?" -I say, sitting up.
"Did his money stop satisfying your needs?"
-He mocks.
"You don't know what you're saying." -I say.
"Oh, I pretty much do. Have you found someone way richer than him?" -He mocks, again.
"SHUT UP! You have no idea what you're saying!" -I yell.
"You dont really listen, do you?" -He sighs.
But I could care less about screaming at him.
I stare at him, with rage filled in my eyes.
"The whole world knows your crimes, Michelle."
-He says. I look at him confused, and he continues; "Well, not that world, but the G-World.
Or the way you commoner would call it; The Underworld."
I knew it. I freaking knew it.
This guy is a gangster.
"And what does it have to say about me?" -I ask.
"Michelle Fernandez, the lady who ran away, from the son of Dave Millers. The billionaire tycoon. The infamous bad money maker. And his son, Chris."
-Hearing Chris's name, makes me twitch.
But he continues;
"You're wanted. Not dead, alive. And who ever hands you back to them, hits a jackpot."
-He finishes, with an evil smirk.
"And you hit the Jackpot straight?" -I say.
He simply nods.
"Now tell me one thing before I hand you back to them, why did you run away?" -He asks.
"Chris is a monster." -Thats all I say to him.
He looks at me with a pained expression.
But I shrug it off.
"Tell me everything." -He demands.
"What?" -I ask.
"Everything he's done to you. Everything that you remember. Tell me. NOW!" -He demands.
I sigh.
"I remember everything. Every goddamn thing.
I still remember his face clearly. I still remember the white shirts he wears. I also remember the distinct smell of alcohol from him, whenever he gets drunk. I could feel it, when he slapped me hard on my cheeks. I remember the things he told me. The way, he yells at me. I remember how I crouch at the corner of the wall and cry hysterically. I remember how I beg him to stop, cuz he scares me.
I remember how he keeps on slapping me.
I can still feel it. I remember how he slashed me with the belts, and the pain being unbearable.
Instead of being awoken by hugs and kisses, I remember him, waking me up by strangling me.
I clearly remember his face as he strangled me.
Multiple times, multiple occasions.
I can still feel the pain as he bent my fingers the other way, but put his hand over my mouth, so no sound escapes.
I remember him throwing me off the bed and my head hitting the nightstand.
I remember him yanking me by my hair.
I remember him strangling me, and my difficulty to breathe. I remember being lifted off the ground, and then bring dropped on the floor, like nothing but dirt.
I remember seeing blood.
I remember screaming and begging for help.
But no one to come."
-I say, with tears streaming down my face.
The danger-stranger staring at me, with a horrified look on his face. I think I left him speechless.
"This is not the Chris I know." -He mutters to himself.
"You know Chris?" -I ask.
He simply nods.
Of course, the worst luck of mine.
Never really got to leave the devil's trap, I guess.
I sigh.
"So go ahead, hit the jackpot. Throw me back to the death I've been trying to escape." -I say.
"Have you never tried breaking up in peace?"
-He asks.
I scoff. "Peace doesn't exist anymore.
I think I broke up with him more than he broke my bones." -I reply.
"His Dad is quite influential. Everywhere. I doubt you can escape." -He says.
"Dont tell me things I already know. I've been with Chris for more than two years. I know his goddamn dad, quite well." -I say back.
"His dad is the reason he got the power to make me go back to him. I dont know what else his Dad has done for him. But all I know, is that, they've made my life hell. And theres no escape to it. No matter how hard I truly try."