Little Angel

Chapter:36

Vivian Flammery.
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I come back to my senses after the fall, the world spinning around me. The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and something metallic, sharp, and acrid. My head was throbbing, a dull ache that pulsed in time with the roaring in my ears. My vision blurred, the edges of the world melting into a hazy, chaotic mess.

I try to sit straight, but I groan in pain. After blinking a few times, I removed the seatbelt that was painfully digging into my body, and my body fell on the leather seat without any support to hold it up. 

The pain shot from my right shoulder and forearm. I grab it and sit back, groaning in pain, and see that the glass has torn through my overcoat and my sleeve, and now both are covered in blood.

Damn it, I like these clothes and am only wearing them for the first time.

My head was throbbing, and my vision was blurred. The world spun around me, and I struggled to focus. I was still in the car, or what was left of it. The windshield was shattered, and shards of glass stuck out from the seat and the dashboard.

The ringing sound in my head is getting worse with time. Everything is silent beside that; I can hear my own blood roaring in my ears. My vision blurred again, and I blinked again to get my sigh back.

I looked around when the thought hit me that I was not alone and looked toward the driver's seat.

Marcus was slumped over the wheel, unconscious—or I hope he is unconscious; I can't lose my friend—my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached over and touched his shoulder, silently forgetting my own pain as my body screamed in pain with every movement.

"Marcus." I whispered that, and the anxiety was clear in my voice, but he didn't respond.

I shook him a little and called out his name again, but got no response. I can feel tears starting to well up in my eyes, and fear of losing him starts to take over my heart.

"Please, Marcus, you can't do this." Tears fell from my eyes as I desperately called out his name. My voice is creaking between the sentences.

I was going to check his pulse when I heard footsteps outside the car, and my hand froze in the middle. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that we weren't out of danger—at least not yet.

I look outside through the broken window to see the car that was chasing us stopped a little ahead and four people getting out. Two of them run toward the car that hit ours to check on their men, while the other two come our way down the embankment.

I retreated to the passenger door, knowing it would be impossible to open because of how badly it was damaged. So they will be coming from the other door. I leaned back on the seat, my body screaming in pain. It was hurting everywhere. I grabbed the knife from its holster, tucking it beneath my thigh close to my hand, and closed my eyes, pretending to be unconscious.

The men reached the other side of the car and pulled the door open, peering inside.

"Hey, is she alive?" One of them asked as he touched my leg and shook me. My body tensed up, and my heart hammered in my chest. I didn't move, didn't open my eyes; I just stayed completely still, waiting for him to come closer.

"I think she is," the first man replied, moving closer. He leaned in, and his hand grazed my chest.

"She's pretty; even with all this blood, no wonder that Italian fucker or even our boss is dotted on her," he chuckles. I felt my blood boiling when they called Gabriel names.

His hand was roaming over my body. I didn't make any movement as his hand reached my face, as if he were checking for any serious injury.
He was so absorbed in his assessment, he didn't notice the change in my posture.