Dollface

Part 67

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S: Isa.

A voice whispers to me, the feeling of a warm hand stroking comfortingly up and down my bare arm becoming conscious. I frown almost instantly, eyes blinded by the dimly lit room and burning with exhaustion. I'm greeted by Simon, already dressed in his usual black clothes.

I: Mmm?

My face burrows into the pillow and groans wearily.

S: We're leaving.

He murmurs, not waiting for me to fully react as he grabs my wrists and sits me up. I open my blurry eyes and blink rapidly, trying to focus on his abrupt behavior.

S: We don't have much time.

His tone is firm, he sounds almost angry at me. I inhale sharply and quietly hop off the bed before making my way to the closet. Within seconds, I'm literally pulling on sweatpants and a hoodie and sitting on the edge of the bed to tie my Chucks.

My hands rub against my thighs, desperately trying to get rid of the tired posture. I leave my hair in its messy unruly bun and join him where he stands, arranging things on the bed.

Simon slings the duffel bag over his back, jaw set and eyes fixed on the silencer he locked into the gun. My first instinct was to grab one myself, but he stops me before I reach out and hands me a gun with a safety.

S: We don't have to shoot until we're seen, or rather not seen, so we need to move as quickly as possible.

He explains monotone and I nod in understanding.

I: Okay... what about cameras and motion sensors?
S: I disabled them for a few minutes. We have five minutes to get through the back. Further down in the trees in front of the house is a car I parked there yesterday.

He checks the bullets in his gun before cocking it and his eyes shoot up to me.

There's a lesser attempt to mask my paranoia and fear, he knows I'm scared and I have no reasons. I can't deny it anymore, I just hold onto my gun, my knuckles go white and he motions with his chin that we better go.

I check the clock, it's three in the morning, my last glance into the room was brief and disinterested. Simon walks ahead, keeping his steps carefully quiet and his calm excessive, goosebumps enveloping my skin in their coldness, eyes examining Simon's tempting arm before I give in and grab it.

His head turns quickly to me, looking down at his arm as I hold him close for emotional support. It's clear to me that I'm completely terrified as his eyes meet mine and stare at him with parted lips for a second.

I: I-I'm sorry. I was scared just now.

I whisper extremely quietly, quiet enough that I could barely hear myself speak. But I know he did, and he sighs calmly through his nose, leaving a reassuring kiss on my forehead as he continues to walk ahead.

My hand goes numb after holding the gun for two minutes, we made it downstairs, our presence remains dead silent, there are a few men standing at the computers watching with hard concentration and focus.

I follow with my heart in my throat, eyes wide and alert. Adrenaline keeps me going as Simon walks with a lot of prestige and little concern, I look behind us very often but I finally start to calm down as the exit came into view. The exit that an escape to this hellhole of a prison leads to.

The outside air is quite calm but dry and cool. I slowly lock the door behind me and Simon watches me do it. After that he slightly surprises me as he takes my hand in his and I burst into a full sprint across the endlessly huge backyard. The longer we walk, the more my thighs start to ache and my lungs start to burn.

I keep up with every step and heave uncontrollably as he pulls me through tall, huge trees. I look over at him and notice how unfazed he was; barely exhausted and breathing perfectly fine. This was just a walk in the park for him.

My legs, on the other hand, always go numb and feel like they're about to fall off. Although I still felt that sudden rush of adrenaline flooding my body and cold water running through my veins. I would run another mile if I could, but my legs told me otherwise.

Just as I think my knees would give out too, he slows down to a little jog, we break off into a pace that is not too slow but faster than a simple walk.

I am breathless, my breathing audible from far away against the silent night and the rustling of the trees.

I: How far... is the car?

I exhale and feel him let go of my hand and rub my back to calm my body.

S: Only a minute away, although we won't have it too easy because they check on you and me every two hours.
I: Is it two hours already?
S: No. We still have an hour and a half. We won't have left Italy by then, though.

He runs his hand through his hair and I don't ask any more questions. My legs are rewarded a minute later with a seat in a car, as he promised. I sigh heavily as he carelessly tosses the overnight bag into the back seat. The car is a BMW, fully aware that it belongs to my father.

I: Wait - that's my father's car, people can track us by the license plate.

I start, frantically scanning our surroundings.

S: Two steps ahead, dollface. It's already been treated.

Slowly sliding into my head, mentally praying for Marco, who was responsible for looking after me, my father better get his shit together, because if he lays a damn finger on poor Marco, he'll go to hell.

Simon quickly starts the engine, puts his foot on the gas, and races us past the trees and dark parts of the rural terrain. The headlights cut through the darkness and I allow myself a moment to breathe without feeling like I'm being watched.

S: If we have to stop for something like food or a bathroom, you have to put your hood up and not talk unless you really have to.
I: Where are we going?
S: Barbados.

Is all he says, gripping the steering wheel tightly and eyes on the road.

I've never been to Barbados, but anything is better than being tied to a room for hours, my social life had become Simon, it's really sad. But I don't acknowledge it because I've never really had a social life.

I: What's in Barbados?

Simon looks over at me and uses his free hand to intertwine it with mine.

S: Your safety.