𝑬𝒏𝒛𝒐'𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

Chapter -4, trip

*Current time*

ALORA POV:-

Atlast he let go of me. I started to breath like crazy as he does too

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎"

I jolted up from the dream. Breathing heavily. Sweats formed all over my forehead and neck

I quickly turned over to my bedside table and turned the lights on. I took a glass of water and gulped it down as if I didn't drink water for years

Another nightmare and of the same person again

It's been 8 years since then and I still cannot seem to forget him and the days I spent there. The memory of his face is slightly vivid but I still cannot forget the pains he inflicted on me. The things he did to me which are still haunting me to this day .

I am lucky he didn't rape me or forced me into something or else I don't even know how I would have survived all this years.

I looked at the time and saw it is 5am. No ounce of sleep visible in my eyes. Sighing I went to the closet room and changed into my gym outfits. I went outside for a jog plugging in my earpod and playing my favourite Taylor swift playlist. It always helps me after my nightmares.

After jogging for an hour I came home. I took my towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned the shower on and took a cold shower

I finally escaped from that hell hole after spending more than two months and now I am living with my parents. But many things happened during those months. We changed our country, our name, college everything and now we are living in Spain

When I gave up on escaping from that place a miracle happened. Some police men was finally able to save me by replacing a body which looks exactly like mine

I was admitted to the hospital after someone harmed me badly. I don't remember the face of that person but I do remember the pain which was inflicted. Thankfully the police came to my rescue. They threw a body from the hospital building which looked exactly like me but they altered her face. So that it was not recogniseable .They told him I did suicide and rescued me from there.

Though they never told me who was the guy that kidnapped me. They only said one thing. "It's best if you don't get involve with him more" . That was the only thing they were willing to tell. They refused to give any other information.

I finally met mom, dad and brother that day. I cried so much my eyes went red. We shifted to Spain that very day after changing our names and everything.

It was hard to forget all that and start a new life but after some days thanks to the support of my family and new friends I was finally able to leave normally .But there is a saying right?

'bad things never leave your back'

I always feel like he will know and come back for me again. I feel him watching me. Although the police didn't say who he was and what he did, but I knew he wasn't someone to mess with. I don't even know his last name or his work. So I cannot help but stay alert all the time .

I haven't share much about what happened when I lived with Enzo to my family or anyone as I didn't want to remember that gruesome memories.

I sighed and turned the shower off and got out wrapping a towel around me

I changed into a dark tweed blue pencil skirt which came upto my thighs and wore a white turtle neck t-shirt. I had my makeup, blow dried my hair and brushed it. I wore a pair of black boots and draped the dark blue tweed jacket on top of my shoulder