| From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series |
Zoila, a 16-year-old escapes her abusive foster home. She makes a plan to go to Mexico- buy a plane ticket to Peru, and find her Grandma waiting for her in South America to reunite with her again.
That is until s...
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A huge tranquil feeling somewhat eases me and I exhale the breath I was holding, and sadly the adrenaline dies out, no longer numbing my pain.
I carefully sit back up and put the clothes and shoes on my lap, gently leaning the side of my head on the window.
"Thank you, Enrique." I whisper.
My edginess still lingering in the back of my mind. I haven't forgotten what he asked of me.
'Do you need venom?' He question echos in my head.
I wrap my fingers on the door handle preparing myself to jump out in case things escalate. Then, I slowly unbuckle my seatbelt.
"What are you?" I speak in stern tone.
Enrique frowns at my question, taking a quick glance at me then returns his eyes back on the road.
"What do you mean 'what am I'? Shouldn't you already know?" He inquires. Talking to me as if I'm the dumb one.
I raise a brow at him, lost on what he's saying.
"I'm a culebra." He says as if it's the most obvious thing, "You are a curandera, right?"
And I lose my mind.
Moments of the biker attacking me resurface and I all I can think of is trying to protect myself and escape.
I clench down on all my stuff and open the car door, the dinging to notifying a door is open. I try to jump out, not caring at all that it's moving at 45 mph in the mist of heavy traffic.
"Wh— what are you doing?" Enrique yelps, nearly swerving into another car, "Stop! Stop! You'll die!"
Multiple cars honk when they see me trying to jump.
I almost do but Enrique yanks me back in by my arm. The door some how closes shut when im pulled back in.
"What the hell?" The driver switches lanes, glancing at me every second.
I groan when I feel some blood dripping down my stomach. I don't bother to think so much about my stitches. I already know that some of them must have ripped open more from moving so carelessly.
I try opening the door again, desperate to get away. Then, some realization hits me dead in the face.
Enrique probably only helped me to get away just for my blood.
'He's probably gonna turn me into some life-sized blood bag'
Who knows what he plans to do me!
"Why? Wh— why would you do that?" Enrique pulls into a parking lot in front of a huge plaza crowed with different stores. Many people chattering and walking from on building to another.
