Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 118

Bella's P.O.V.

I wince when I regain consciousness because my head and face are throbbing from where Skylar hit me. I tenderly touch around my eye, it's going to be a lovely shade of purple if it's not already. I look around and discover I am in the trunk of a car. I remember reading somewhere if you ever find yourself trapped in the trunk of a car to search for the emergency release tab. Shit, it looks like this isn't their first kidnapping because I cannot find it - they either disabled it, or it's broken from being pulled too many times. My panic starts to escalate. I have to try to get noticed by passing cars, so I rip the brake light cables off and then hammer the brake light with my feet. Eventually, the plastic cover falls off the car and I am able to stick my hand out the hole, signaling for anybody to come help me. Of course nobody is around. Lady Luck Zero, Karma two hundred thousand. What did I do in my life to be burdened with such bad luck?

Bad luck...I think about that for a minute. I told Lucien about my bad luck, and that's why I'm probably pregnant right now. Lucien...whatever these morons have in store for me isn't going to be good...what's going to happen to Lucien if I die here today? I think about his smile, his unbelievable body, the way he holds me to him so perfectly. What if I am pregnant? If these idiots are planning on killing me, they would be killing Lucien's child too. I start crying, not for myself, but for my gentle angel, for the child that will never be. Maybe Lucien and I will meet up in Heaven, but I will never be able to give him a family. He will walk through eternity alone, just like his father did. He doesn't deserve that, he deserves happiness, love...children. I want to give him that, I want to meld our lives together and give him as many kids as he desires. Just the thought of him calms me. 'Oh Lucien,' I think to myself, 'I'm so sorry we didn't get out forever.'

Suddenly I feel it, a quivering in my head like a live wire connecting with its grounding stake. He's talking to me, I can hear it! He's here, he found me! How is this possible? I start crying again, my relief palpable, and I figure if I hadn't been crying, my assailants might get suspicious, so I let it all out. I'm hyperventilating by the time I am done, and I completely ignore one of the men when he yells at me to shut the fuck up. Come on Lucien, where are you? I feel the car pull off the highway, the tires rumble as they pass over a dirt road, and I'm thrown around by the potholes and rough terrain, hitting my head against the trunk. Some dust and debris flies into the cramped space through the tail light I kicked out, so I close my eyes and concentrate on that connection I just felt. 'Lucien, I'm okay. There are four of them, we just pulled off onto a dirt road.' I don't know if he can hear me, but I feel better knowing I heard him. I did, didn't I? What if that was just wishful thinking? 'Lucien?' I probe again.

I smile and sigh in relief when I hear, in my head, 'Sit tight, baby, I'm here, I've got you.'