16.🏴
Michael, of course, Damien... he stood in front of a mirror, fixing his suit and keeping his haunted gaze on me.
Maids were fixing my hair and dress, the accessories he had chosen for me. He would take me out again to let me see my family.
I had no idea...if I could keep my sanity intact...It was about 3 in the afternoon. I felt light-headed and my stomach grumbles strangely. But all I wanted now was to check on my family. I would do anything... even if it meant acting all fine like an obedient...girl.
I was lost in thoughts but I could sense burning stares from Damien, he was staring at me through the mirror. He seemed...amused.
Psychopath. Everything about him confuses me.
I followed the sight of his gaze and found my reflection, confirming he really does have a taste in fashion. I looked quite...decent.
With a nod, he dismissed the maids and held out his hand for me. He dragged me out towards his car and tugged me with a seatbelt securely. He drove down the road while glancing at me from time to time.
I was feeling anxious...And of course, excited... Maybe too excited? I could feel his hand grabbing my thigh and stroking it gently. I wasn't paying attention to him. My mind was a mess with the anxiety eating me up.
Would they be okay? And of course, my little sister, Rita..she was my world. I could feel the hot trails of my tears were streaming down my cheeks again. Just thinking about them was miserable for me.
We were driving for about an hour. Then he stopped at a place. It was a restaurant. He walked into the place leaving me in the car alone.
I wanted to get off the car and ran like crazy but who was I dealing with? Damien would catch me like a rabbit and most importantly he was the only hope to get to see my family again. And I didn't even know where I was right now.
The places were all new to me. I doubted if I would even be in LA. It couldn't be. This place was so void of buildings. And I saw a sign, "Mexico city"
What the heck! Mexico?
I could see Damien walking back towards the car. He was holding a package. He handed me the package and started the engine again.
I opened it and found a burger. The fast food, the real fast food. When was the last time I ate this junk... Instead, the daily meal was set with a diet he chose for me.
The sight of a burger made me teared up. It reminded me of my free life, my freedom.
I was still holding the burger in my hand unable to stop crying. Damien was glancing towards me from time to time but he didn't say anything. He let me cry. About another half hour later, Damien pulled up the car and turned his attention to me.
I shuddered at the cold touch on my face. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
He walked out of the car and gestured me to get out. But what caught my attention was we were in a plane field. What the hell?
I looked around while spinning my head. What was he planning?
"We're going to take a flight," a hint of smirk plastered on his face.
What the heck? No, no. Where the hell I am?
"No, I can't. I'm-" I said while shaking my head in disapproval.
" Baby, I don't want you to be afraid of heights anymore. You will have to use it. Or I can use drugs you if you want,'' he said sternly.
"No. Don't drug me,'' I blurted out. I didn't wanna ride a plane though.
"What I'm going to do with you, hmm? You don't wanna choose anything " He said amused. What was so funny?!
I furrowed my brows. I was serious about heights. He continued to walk with me still holding me in bridal style. I buried my face in his shirt as I was tired from two hours of riding the car. I hated myself for it.
It was a private plane. Damn. How this man was filthy rich?! I clutched into his neck again as I heard the engine start. God. I was dead. Would I necessarily have to go through this to see my family once again?
It was worth it!!! Worth. I didn't know what was Damien's plan. And I didn't give a fuck about him. Yes, I would endure this. I would not let him angry about anything. I would behave just to see my family once again.
I was picturing my family to keep myself distracted. I was trying hard but my body started to betray me. My head was spinning around. I clutched more onto Damien. He held me close too. I could hear he was whispering sweets to me. I couldn't pay attention to him.
My heart was starting to beat faster in rage. My breathings were uneven. I started to see black dots again. Damien shook me as I started to feel limp.
Then I could see he cursed and pulled out a syringe from his pocket. I whimpered and struggled. Damn, I hated all of this.
I jumped out of his hold and ran towards the opposite chair. But as soon as I get out of his grip, I realized I was in the air. Oh god. How high was this from the ground? My stomach churned with fear and panic started to wash upon me.
I couldn't breathe anymore. But Damien swiftly held me in place and forced a shot in my neck. I cried out... that was hurt. My vision started to blurry and I blacked out.
"Shhh. Take a rest, baby,"
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I opened my eyes from touches on my face that was disturbing my sleep. I found myself in the car. I was sleeping on Damien's arm. He was talking to the phone barking as usual. We were in the backseat of a car. And the sight made me happy. The traffic as I always used to see a year ago. I remembered this place immediately. I was back in LA. I couldn't see the driver though.
Damien was playing with my hair. My stomach hurts again making me whimper. Damien cut the phone and held my face with his palms. As usual, he was observing me with those grey eyes.
" Are you okay? How are you feeling?" He asked while patting my hair.
I wanted to say, ' No. Bastard, take me to my family now. Stop all this drama!!' But I decided against it. "Can you take me to my family now? I wanna see them now," I whispered.
He smiled and leaned in to kiss me softly, " As you wish, baby,"
I was paying attention to the outside through the car windows. Everything was memorable. The car windows were black. Yea, of course, Damien made sure of the outsiders not to see through inside.
It was barely visible to the outside even from inside.
I clutched to the car window but Damien instantly pulled me back to his lap and held me in place. "Just a glance and we'll be back to the hotel. Don't try anything stupid," he mumbled softly.
I gulped and nodded.
After almost felt like forever, my street came into view. I couldn't help but broke down into tears. And there I could barely see my house. The car stopped and Damien handed me the telescope. This bastard!!!
But I should be thankful to him in this situation. Even though I was watching through the telescope, my heart clutched desperately. My mouth hung open with joy at the sight of my mother coming outside and standing at the doorway holding my little sister.
She leaned onto the door and said something to my sister's ear making her squeak in amusement. She was teasing her. But her smile faded slowly. She sniffled and wiped her tears. My father came into view and held her shoulder. They leaned onto each other.
My family, I wanted to run towards them right away. To be in their arms once again. I tried to keep watching them but my heart unbearably twisted in pain.
Before I could say anything, Damien slowly took the telescope away from me. I broke down into tears. I would do anything to be in their arms once again.
And yet, I looked up to meet Damien's emotionless face. He snatched my freedom and my family away from me.
"Take me there," I said with bitterness in my voice.
"No, " he replied calmly.
"Don't you fucking hear me?! Take me to them," I yelled at him. I couldn't control it anymore. I thought seeing them would make me calm down. But it only made me feel strong.
He took a deep breath with closed eyes, "Let's go back to rest. I understand you're tired," He patted my hair but I jerked away from him.
I glared at him with so much hatred. "I won't go anywhere with you. Take me there!" I said. I couldn't give control of myself anymore. The sight of my mother crying broke my heart.
He sighed and pinched his nose bridge, " Head back to the hotel,"
No. No. I struggled like a wild animal.
"Vivan, that's enough," he growled while gripping my wrists painfully. I did something I had never done. I bit down hard on his hands and headbutted him.
He cried in pain and let go of me. I climbed towards the driver's seat and pulled open the door. The driver couldn't get a hold of me because he was struggling with steering.
I successfully opened the car door and jumped out of the driving car. I was lucky because it was driving at a slow speed.
I grunted in pain and rushed into the streets. As usual, the streets were void of people. I was stupidly hoping to get away from him. A pair of strong arms held me by my nape back painfully. Damien yanked my hair eliciting a painful cry.
"You want the hard way, then let's make it the hard way," he smacked my head with the ground...hard...
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"The fate mocked her... in the form of hardship...in the form of sharpening bliss."