Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

karma

"To trust the one who promises you heaven and swears his love to you, is to let yourself be buried alive with sweet words and a rotten heart."

- Amy Phillipe.

I do not clearly remember what had happened that horrible afternoon, I woke up feeling a strong pain in one of my cheeks and something very viscous all over my mouth. It was somewhat dirty and it took me twice as long as normal to be able to move without feeling suffering, I took a little look out of what seemed to be the barn and I could see one of the corners of the cabin, it was at that moment that a whirlwind of memories it impacted my mind, making me remember fragments of moments when I felt fear, panic and a lot of pain, especially pain. I dragged myself to one of the walls and began to get up taking whatever was within my reach, I felt every muscle in my body afflict to the point of making me want to cry and then let myself die.

I clenched my back, held my breath to endure the torture and with all the willpower I had I stood up to run as fast as my sore legs could to the cabin, I had to find Amy.

I limped on a foot that I never noticed how swollen it was until I started to walk, took a quick look around to rule out the presence of an invader and entered the house knowing that John and his henchmen were absent. As much as I wanted to believe that I could find Amy at home, even if it was hidden, my mind told me otherwise, he had taken her and I had no idea where they had gone.

Anger flowed through my blood and was starting to consume me rapidly out of control, this was so wrong. I felt anxiety, darkness and fear rising up my spine once more and staining every wall in this room with its cold darkness, I had to control myself or I would end up being dragged by Loran forever.

I ran to the room that belonged to my parents, I went to a drawer very close to the bed, I opened it and I took the weapon that my father always used to keep for special occasions. I looked at it for a few seconds to remember those moments when my father was teaching Rita and me to use one correctly, when I felt the touch of the incoming call from my cell phone. I got up from the scare trying to locate him until I reached the kitchen, when I went to see him, it was an unknown number on a cell phone that was not mine. I hesitated for a few seconds to take it until I just did it because I had no other options.

— Say.

— Listen to what I'll tell you. — The voice began. — And pay close attention because I won't repeat it.

I continued to listen very attentively without interrupting.

— You still have a chance; I will send you a location in real time to this cell phone. But you must do it now so that you have time to catch up with us.

— OK.

— Do not ruin it.

I end up hanging up the call, I had no idea who might have risked their necks to help me, but I was so grateful for that act of bravery.

(...)

—¿Are you listening to me Charles?

—I'm Charlie. — I answered irritated.

— One way or the other. —Rosco spat haughtily.

— Fool.

I muttered hatefully between my teeth without taking my eyes off the landscape, we had made a few stops along the way to eat something and regain strength from the entire trip. I was very anxious for all this to finally end, I wanted to be with my family and be able to retire once and for all from jobs like this. I looked at the immutable face of Shadowface who continued to drive, he seemed somewhat nervous from the way she was sweating and I could almost assume that she had something in her hands. He didn't used to have that cold and lost look, he looked everywhere and continuously at the mirrors to make sure of something that apparently hadn't happened yet.