If It's With You

033- Rescue

Muna

Loads of tears flooded down my cheeks as I collapsed to the floor, dragging myself away from the door.

It felt like my body was giving up on me, but I wasn’t going to give up no matter what. I needed to hide from whatever that was coming to get me.

The footsteps halted right at the door and whoever it was tried to push it open. But when the lock didn’t let them, they forcefully pushed their body on it.

If it was Tim, he wouldn’t have to do all that. He had the key and since it wasn’t him, who was it? The wooden door just like every other thing in here was old and worn out. It had only been two pushes and the lock was already halfway broken. It would only take one last push, one last push and—

“Muna?” His voice rang in my ears and my body stilled, giving my brain some time to process if my ears heard right.

Then, more tears streamed down my cheeks like I just lost all control over them. Oh my God! It had been him all along. It had been Nicklaus.

“Nicklaus?” his name muffled out of my mouth.

“Baby,” This time his voice had more life in it. “I need you to back out from the door, okay baby?”

Thank God he said that because right on my hands and knees, I was already dragging myself back to the door. A few seconds later, he gave the door a final push and it landed against the wall, falling off halfway.

“Are you okay baby?” He rushed towards me and kneeling to the floor in front of me, I fell into his arms.

He cradled me in his arms, his body scent filling my nostrils. Is he really here? I missed him so much.

It wasn’t a dream or was it? I needed to look at his face and touch it. I needed to hold his face in my hands, but I also wanted to remain in his arms. I felt safer than ever in them.

“We need to get you out of here, baby,” He said taking me away from his arm, and the sudden withdrawal had me shuddering in fear. “It’s okay baby, I am right here with you.” He held my face in his hands like it was so delicate and my eyes settled into his brown ones. “I’m sorry for not coming sooner,” he cooed but all my attention was now on the bruises and cuts on his face.

It reminded me that they were actually fighting out there, it was him who was fighting with Tim. I took my tied-up hands to the cut on top of his right brow and caressed it with my finger.

“I am so sorry, Nicklaus. I shouldn’t have gone to the parking lot…” I sucked in a shaky breath as more tears flooded my cheeks.

He reached into his pocket and brought out a small knife. “We don’t have time, I need to get you out of here right now,” he said and quickly, he cut the rope off my wrist. It felt numb at first before blood filled the veins running down my wrist. “And there is nothing to be sorry about, baby. I was supposed to protect you from him.”

Now, he was cutting the ropes around my ankle but suddenly with our attention on each other, a strong-looking metal was hit at the back of his head, causing his body to hit the ground.

Towering behind him was Tim who without hesitation, bent towards me and dragged me up by my hair. Grunting in pain, I wrapped one hand around his wrist to stop him but I couldn’t stop him.

If the bruises and cuts on Nicklaus were bad, the one on Tim was worse. He looked like a walking pole of blood, with most of his face and eyes covered in red fluid. His shirt was torn and as he dragged me out of the room, he was limping on one leg.