Volkov -"deception, revenge, War" [ PAUSED ]

Chapter-2

I try to sleep throughout the car ride but my thoughts make it really difficult.

The airport ride  here was exhausting, I barely got any rest and then this dumb car ride with this dumb duck had gotten the worst of me and plus all that crying and shit didn't make this any better.

The car stops indicating that we've reached our destination. I mentally dance in victory, well atleast this ride came to an end and now I can just get away from her, from her rants, and in a matter of time I'll permanently get away from her.

The realisation of leaving my home, my family, my country, my friends hits me and it hits me hard.After today I'll no longer be part of any of this, I'll be here in Europe starting a new journey well technically forcing a new journey. Damn that's going to be tough.

With these thoughts I get out of the car and close the door behind me to which Melissa says "careful there!"

"Sorry! My bad" I reply back instantly.

"Your father is in some sort of meeting, this is where we are going to stay until your wedding." Melissa says looking at her phone probably texting someone.

I simple nod to her and walk inside the luxurious hotel, if I wasn't this tired and fucked up right now I would really take my time out to appreciate Europe's beauty.

Soon we check in our rooms and finally I get a break from the duck's quack quack, It was currently 9:30pm as I looked at the clock which sat on my bedside table.

"Okay, we are doing this" I say to myself as I quickly open my suitcase out and take a backup out which had all the essential items I needed to run away. YES YOU HEARD IT RIGHT RUN AWAY

I glance at my phone once again to make sure the tickets are still there. My father made a grave mistake by thinking I would just shut up and bow down in front of him, I've been doing that my whole life and trust me it hasn't done me any good.

I am strong enough to fight for myself, to fight for my rights, my life. I am not going to marry some strange asshole just to save my father's illegal and useless throne.

With all these thoughts occupying my brain I exit the hotel room and take the lift to the basement, I've done my homework and I have a pretty solid plan to run far away from this bullshit without being caught.

As I take my steps forward to exit the hotel, I feel the cold wind caressing my cheek "Fuck yes." I whisper to myself as I wait for my cab to arrive.

I pull my hood over and cover my face, I can't risk anything. Soon the cab arrived and we head to the airport, I put the location on my phone just to make sure I was going the right way.

Few minutes pass by, I look outside the window and look back up at my phone "Excuse me, I don't think that's the way to the airport" I stutter anxiously.

The cab driver doesn't utter a single word, he doesn't even look back, he just presses a button which releases some sort of gas, I try to protect myself but I fail miserably as my head falls on the car seat, but I still fight.

'I lost'

I close my eyes in defeat finally giving up.

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