Rafael

Chapter 44 - Why Would I Lie?

I opened my eyes slowly, wincing when I tried to pull myself into a sitting position.

I couldn't do it.

My muscles were too sore from being thrown around when I was unconscious, no doubt.

There was a dirty, gray wall close behind me so I scooted towards it until my back made contact.

It felt a little better to have something to put my weight on.

If I imagined hard enough, I knew that I could pretend it was Rafael.

It was wrong of me to think that and I regretted it as soon as the thought entered my mind.

What could a liar and a killer do for me?

Maybe I was better off on my own.

'Yeah right,' my inner voice laughed.

She was right.

I was kidnapped and brought to some empty warehouse, and I didn't have any idea if I was going to leave here alive.

That thought should have made me upset or depressed, but all I felt was relief.

I wouldn't have to watch my back anymore, and at least my family would be safe.

The killer had no quarrel with them so I knew they would be okay, and even if they weren't, I would be dead.

It wouldn't be my responsibility to look out for them anymore.

I knew my thoughts were awfully dark but I couldn't help it.

Nobody knew where I was.

The one person who could have helped wouldn't bother because I had walked out on him even after seeing his distraught countenance.

I had brought this upon myself in a way when I had decided it would be a great idea to be in the streets alone at night where Rafael's enemy lurked, just because I couldn't bear to be in the same room as him.

My heartbeat quickened as I heard footsteps coming from the other end of the warehouse.

I forced myself to take deep breaths, in and out before I ended up having a panic attack which would make me incapable of fighting for my life.

Not much of a life without Rafael, but I would still fight.

My heart broke a little more every time I heard his name in my thoughts but I relished the pain, having little comfort in the fact that it would all soon be over.

I wished I could have just skipped forward to the day when I would finally get over him but sadly, that's not how life worked.

A man's body came into view and I wrapped my arms around my legs after a chilling breeze passed through the warehouse.

He was wearing black from head to toe, and his face was covered by a black balaclava.

I could only see his blue eyes which looked vaguely familiar.

The guy walked towards me, and then four other men who I assumed had been the ones to kidnap me, appeared, following him like a platoon does their Lieutenant.

"Well, well, well. Look who's awake!" The leader laughed when he finally got to where I was sitting, my arms and legs chained like a prisoner's.

I shrugged, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

I had never been abducted before so I had no idea what the correct thing was to say to my captor.

"What do you want from me?" I asked weakly.