Running Away From Downfall

Chapter 38

CHAPTER 38

Eli's POV

I heard my mom's message. I heard what this man in front me said earlier.

"Kumain ka na, anak."

"I am not your daughter," I said and left him alone.

"Kumain ka kung ayaw mong saktan kita," pagbabanta niya nang nasa hagdan na ako.

"Then hurt me. Destroy yourself more in my view."

I went up to my designated room. I slept shallowly. The next day, he forced me in his car and we moved to a new place.

I don't really know how to feel about this. I am pissed, mad, and I'm also scared. I am kidnapped, I know.

The next day, went by.

The day after that, I woke up early. As much as I hate where I am now, I have to maintain my good hygiene. I took a bath and changed into a white long-sleeved sweater and denim designed leggings.

"Kumain ka na," he said when he saw me at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm not hungry." I turned my back.

"Bastos ka na ngayon?" he asked, obviously pissed.

"Psh. Kidnapper." I left him but he grabbed me by my upper arm.

My reflexes made me turn my hand to hold his wrist and pushed him away from me.

"I don't know you. And you don't know me. So, don't touch me. Better watch out, Adrian."

I walked away. I just walked around the house and went in. Guards are all over the property anyway, there's no use for me to escape. Besides, mom promised me, and I'm not doubting her.

Out of no where, the guards attacked me the moment I went in. My reflexes took over me and fought back. When a set was done, I only got a small bruise on my arm. I stared at the man in front of me with disgust.

"So, this is how you play. Disgusting."

"How could you do that?" he asked, obviously shocked.

I punch him in his stomach just enough to hurt him. He grabbed his abdomen in pain.

"I don't know you. You don't know me. That's for my bruise."

I held my head high and walked up the stairs to my designated room. I took some ice and put it on my bruise. I couldn't do anything so I slept.

The next thing I knew, I was woken up by a pain on my upper left arm. I opened my eyes and some one was grabbing it so hard that it hurt. I wanted to fight back but my wrist and ankles were tied.

"Get off me!" I shouted.

From the side of my eyes, I saw him with his so-called right wing watching me. I just received his punches that gave me bruises and cuts. When he was satisfied, he commanded his right hand to treat my wounds.

"Don't ever give her pain killers," he said and they left, leaving me and his right-wing man.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Gregory Guzman," he answered while treating my wounds.

"I saw your eyes." He looked up at me, surprised. "Even when you hide it, my eyes are sharp. Why are you doing this?" He went back to treating my wounds.

"I have to work for my family."

"Would you like a better life for them?"

"Of course."

"Then, help me," I whispered so soft, only he could hear it.

He looked up to me, confused.

"I could offer you a better job. Something that can give you the chance to provide a better life for your family."

"I-I can't betray him."

"Even if you know it isn't right anymore?" I asked and he raised his gaze at me. "You know that he's hurting me and yet you will be loyal even if your eyes say otherwise?"

"I am offering you a better life, the same as I am pleading for you to help me escape. You heard my mother's word, and I have no doubt she will save me. But I need to move as well. Please, help me," I said.

He looked at me in the eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked so soft.

"I am Princess Lea Grande of Chaiovia. And yes, I am a real princess. An heiress to a throne. A future monarch. But of course, he doesn't know. Do you need a proof?" He nodded. "Give me your phone."

He hesitated at first but gave it to me in the end. I opened his flashlight and took my necklace. Since the room is a little bit dim, the coat of arms of Chaiovia projected on the wall when I shined the light through my necklace's pendant.

"Is it enough?" I asked him.

He was dumbfounded but he nodded. It took him seconds to go back to cleaning my wounds.

"Give me a piece of paper when you come back."

He left the room and I stared at my wounds and bruises. I didn't track the time, I just stared at it.

I admit that I am really scared of everything. I'm scared of this whole kidnapping thing, I'm scared he might hurt me again, I'm really scared. But I have no choice but to look strong. Because if he sees any weakness in me, there is no doubt he will use it against me.

I shivered in fear when I remembered how he looked at me earlier while I was getting hurt by his man who he probably commanded to hurt me. He looked at me like I am nobody in his eyes. And if he gets a chance, he will hurt me again.

I should be alert starting today. I was trained to protect myself but I never expected things like this to happen. And one thing I realized is that I wasn't emotionally and mentally prepared for something like this to happen, and that is one of the reasons I am weaker that I thought I would be when I imagine myself in this situation before.

I looked at the clock and it is almost dinner time. I closed my eyes and flashed a picture of my whole family. This is all I can get strength from for now.