The moment I stepped out of Scott's house, I headed to the black car that seemed to be waiting for me and a guy was standing right next to the door.
He ran towards my direction to meet me halfway as he greeted me with a smile flustered on his face.
"Hello, my lady. I am Oliver, I will be your driver slash bodyguard for today." He winked as he introduced himself and bowed down and guided me to the car and then opened the door for me afterwards.
I noticed that he is not wearing the same black suits as the other men in the house and he looked more of the same age as Scott. He does have a manly build, he is wearing a fitted Polo shirt that made his masculine body even more noticeable. He is tall, dark skinned and his hair was cleanly cut. He's got brown eyes and thick lashes. His face does have that look of a womanizer, I could tell.
I just nodded at him as I entered the car and he followed afterwards. I then instructed him the direction of my apartment and he immediately started the engine and sped up.
After an hour or so of driving, we arrived in front of my apartment. I don't know why but I felt something was off. My heart is beating really fast, I felt anxious for no reason. I'm even sweating hard. I was breathing heavily as I looked outside my apartment.
Oliver must've noticed my uneasiness as he glanced at me in the rear-view mirror.
"Are you feeling fine, my lady? Do you want me to come with you inside?" He worriedly asked me. I stared back at him and let out a deep blow of air.
"No, you don't have to. Just wait for me here. It won't take long." I shook my head as I declined his offer.
"Alright, my lady. Just shout for help just in case, okay? I'll be right here." He said with a slight concern in his voice. I nodded as I let out another sigh, finally I opened the door and went out of the car… and then I started walking towards my apartment's door.
At first, I was hesitant to go near the door but after I inhale and exhale as I calm myself. I finally gathered my strength and held onto the doorknob. But my eyes went frantically wider, the door was closed but it is not locked anymore, it was already broken from the outside. I immediately pushed it open and my jaw dropped into the floor by the sight.
Holy Crop! What happened to my apartment!? I growled over my head. I started to panic, my apartment is chaotic! Everything is a mess! Who the fuck dared to go inside my apartment and ruined all my things! I was panting furiously and at the same time I have no idea of what I should do now.
Then I remembered Oliver, so I shouted his name as what he had told me to do. After a few seconds, he appeared behind me. He jolted the moment he realized why I called him over. He then took a step forward leaving me standing by the door as he walked around my apartment and examined everything.
All of my things were on the floor, my bed was rumpled, my clothes were now out of my closet and were scattered on the floor. I couldn't utter even a single word, my eyes were glued to my messy things. I felt a warm liquid now slowly forming in my eyes as I kept breathing heavily and in dismay.
This is what Scott is trying to say. He was right, they must've been planning to kill me. They were even able to locate my place, they must've not got what they wanted because I wasn't here so they decided to ruin my things instead.
"Who did all this to my apartment!?" I asked weakly. He shook his head and went towards the window, his eyes were focused from afar as if he was looking at something there. And then he started moving quickly. "What's wrong?" I asked again, when I noticed that he was uneasy.
"I've noticed a shadow behind that dark area of your apartment." He said as he doubled his pace. "Please take all your things that you need… and hurry. I'll be right back." He added and disappeared.
I then quickly took my suitcase and put all my clothes inside it, my hands were trembling. My breathing became ragged as I put everything together.
A sudden thought ran through my mind, this apartment…this is the only thing that is left… that has the memory of my big sister. My throat felt heavy as my eyes were about to release warm water...tears fell down my cheeks as I remembered my sister.
She's the only person who can make me feel weak and soft. I forgot to mention that I have a sister from a different mother, her name is Rhianne. Her mom was the first wife of my stupid father, when she died because of cancer, our father brought her into our house. I was eight years old back then and my sister was fifteen years old.
My sister has the most beautiful soul I've ever known. She has become my role model as I grew up. And when my mom got sick, that's when our father became a womanizer. He would bring different women into our house, he would come home drunk and sometimes he would come home full of bruises on his face. My mother didn't take it as her illness became worse. My sister was there for me… she took care of me.
Until one rainy night, it was just me and my sister... we were waiting for our stupid father to come home. It was raining heavily, thunder and lightning were also present that dark night, there was no electricity. I was still young back then so I was frightened because of lightning and thunder that could be seen inside our house from time to time. I was hugged by my sister as I kept crying.
Suddenly, we heard a loud knock from our door, under that heavy rain. The knock was too loud and aggressive. I cried even harder as I was horrified… my sister didn't seem to feel any fear, there's no sign of fear on her face during that night. But I knew that she was just hiding it, she was trying to be strong… for me.
She covered my mouth as she told me to keep quiet and maybe to avoid the person who's knocking from thinking that there is someone inside the house...that we are inside the house.
We were relieved when the knocking had stopped but that didn't take long. It was the same thought as 'calmness after the storm' as they say.
A loud bang was heard as the door flew open and a guy that was soaking wet emerged from the darkness. He was wearing a black full face mask that only his devil eyes could be seen. He was holding a gun, his chest moving up and down as he was panting, his eyes roamed all over our house and seemed to be looking for someone.
"Where is Frank!?" The guy roared and gritted his teeth as he glared at our direction, he was pointing his gun towards us. My sister automatically hides me behind her back, her... being my shield not letting me see whatever is happening in front at that moment.
"We don't know! He hasn't come home since last night." My sister answered. I could feel her hands that were holding me from behind were now trembling, her voice was now horrified.
I on the other hand just held onto the lower hem of her night dress as it trembled. I don't know what got into me that time but I tilted my head to the side in order for me to see the guy.
My eyes widened when I saw him pointing the gun towards my sister's head, he looked mad and his eyes were blazing in rage...my sister stopped breathing for a moment as she slowly stepped backwards pushing me away softly.
When he tilted his head to peek at me, I noticed that he had a small dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. The tattoo was small but there is uniqueness in it. He flustered a devilish smile at the young me whose face was wet because of my tears. My sister hid me again and covered my eyes.
"Would you tell me where your father is or… I'll kill you both!?" He shouted at us.
My sister jolted as she was startled by the man in front. The gun were now touching her forehead. I heard my sister cry in fear as her shoulder moved and shook.
"I said we don't know!?" My sister shouted back. That challenged the guy. He is now positioning his finger and is about to pull the trigger.