Dollface

Part 75

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Simon's POV
I woke up. Every limb in my body was sore and aching, every breath from my lungs made my chest expand and a stabbing pain shot through my entire body, shit

However, it was as if no pain I was beginning to feel all over my body could account for the anger and... fear, that was a rare feeling for me. I never tend to focus on that, usually I just dilute it with my anger and frustration. I just didn't feel anything like that. But that's what Isa does to me, makes me feel things I never have before.

Isabell. Fear tightened in my stomach. I immediately remember the flames, the sounds, and her scream, just before the momentum of the car overwhelmed me and plunged me into a world of unconsciousness.

Stunned, eyes wide, I sit up and come to myself. I was lying on a bed, everything was black and white, the furniture was exactly black and the sheets and comfortable objects were white.

Frames and shapes were hung perfectly on the walls. I knew immediately whoever owned the house had a very excessive need for order. I take a deep breath, choking on my burning lungs and ignoring the stabbing pain in my body as I stand.

I look down and notice that I was now wearing a pair of gray sweatshirts and a white t-shirt.

I hate white.

My jaw clenches, an urgent, anxious feeling spreading in my chest as I quickly open the door to the room to see even more organized interior designs of black and white, something inside me hopes this is all a dream but it feels too real and I don't like to fool myself with happier thoughts.

Isa is gone, just the thought of it drove me mad, absolutely mad. My crazy eyes watched the area and I knocked on door after door, furiously trying to find someone responsible for all this to let out my anger but no one was to blame. It was just me.

I wanted her all to myself. I didn't want to kill anymore, I didn't want to surround her with the threats of my career. But... I didn't want to give her up either. My selfishness has brought us here. To a point where she might already be dead, and hopeless, there goes the only girl I've ever loved.

Desperation was evident as I open a door and come into view with the same man who traded the codes for the unhealed skin from the scar I gave him, which shone in reflection of the bright light shining through the white blinds. As he tilted his head up to look at me from his desk.

S: How did I get here?!

I grumbled bitterly, chest heaving. I was ready to break all the objects around me or harass the green-eyed man who sat there barely stunned by my appearance. He wasn't surprised, he was used to seeing me like this.

?: Morning sunshine.
S: WHERE IS ISABELL?!

I'm angry, and he knows it, though he doesn't even bother to answer, instead leaning forward to grab a glass of milk and taking a long swig of it.

?: We don't know, Simon, and leave the vase alone. It didn't do anything to you.

I look down and see my hand clutching a large gray vase, shaking with anger. I'm not in the mood to be told what to do, and I continue to raise my voice.

Though I surprise myself when my voice breaks and I feel my eyes start to burn, shit, I'm losing it. I'm losing my fucking mind.

S: Where is she?

I ask quietly, swallowing the lump of absolute hell in my throat that has formed in my desperation to see her, my girl. Mine...

I like calling her that, it makes me feel like I don't physically own her but that she'll always be mine, that she might be the only thing in my life that lasts.

?: You're crying buddy. Wow, you must really love that girl.
S: Where the hell is she?!
?: I don't know!
S: I don't believe you.

I growl, two glassy eyes scanning my surroundings, tears staining my cheeks.

S: Tell me where the hell she is or I'll strangle you with my bare hands.

If he's aware of this, he's deadly serious but still has no fear of my openly hurt state when I step forward to him.

?: I'm telling you the truth. What is your goal with her anyway? You think you can keep running, son? Escape from her father and Adam? Let me guess, you thought you could run off with her, take her away from the life she was facing and your own so you could live happily ever after, so you could have cute little babies and get married on a deserted beach? To be honest, Riley, I didn't think you were an emotional little cunt.

I stare at him in complete silence, speechless. I didn't know what to say, but I could feel my blood starting to boil.

?: Focus, you crying motherfucker! I'm sure she's not dead yet, and we can help you get her back. After all, we made a deal, and I mean business when it comes to business. Even though I want to kill you for giving me that scar, I promised.
S: I can't just... focus. You don't understand-

I don't know why I insist that I can't relax, the man just rolls his eyes.

?: I understand. I have a wife and a child that you once endangered, in case you don't remember the gala, and yet here I am. Saving you from a burning car, helping you get your girl back... why am I really so nice?

He chuckles to himself and runs his hands through his straight black hair.

?: The point is, Simon, I want Adam dead, he can't know those codes. I have them, and I have no desire to race to find their use, I actually don't like competition that much, and in this case, Adam is my only opponent.

I could feel my eyes darkening and narrowing in anger.

S: What do you want with me?
?: Help me kill Adam and we'll help you get Isabell back, and I must say, that girl must have you in a bad way if you're willing to go through all this trouble. Her dad must be mad that you're taking his daughter.
S: That's irrelevant now. I just want to find her.

I mutter, running my hands wildly through my hair.

S: What about the other mafias?
?: They were just idiots taking a rip off from someone else to make some extra money, Adam offered them 100 million bribes, imagine what all those dead murderers would do with that money, run away, stay away from the shitty life they made for themselves, it's a good deal.

I look around the room stressed, lacing my fingers behind my neck as I walk around, I keep telling her how I want to protect her, and I don't even know if she's alive, I just want my girl, what if they hurt her? I don't want anyone to touch her, not lay a finger on her. It drives me crazy that I can't see her right now, or actually know anything.

S: Fine. I'll help you. But only because of Isa.
?: Good choice.

He leans back in his desk chair and taps a stack of paper against it to clean it.

S: Where am I? How long have I been here? Shit, how am I not dead?
?: Yeah, you must be really confused right now.

He looks my wrecked state up and down, inhales sharply, and turns his chair from side to side.

?: Well, we're in Arizona. You've been unconscious for the past two days. And I've been following you. I've been on your trail the whole time, buddy. One of the codes worked, so I figured she gave them all to me. So she wasn't lying; they were the right codes. If she hadn't, I would have let you burn to hell.