Dollface

Part 79

Isa POV
As I wait for Ray to arrive, my lips press tightly together and my sweaty palms grip the gun behind my back, but the time seems so unbearably long. I take the time to think about Simon. I don't know where he is. All I can think about is whether he knows I'm alive. Does he know that I know that he is alive?

I consider just leaving but I'm afraid Roy will appear as soon as I stand up, the tension grows and as I slowly start counting down the seconds, it starts at ten at first until I finally get to one and I hope that's it the timing. He comes in. But the same process repeats itself over and over again until I'm interrupted by a painfully loud commotion, gunshots, shouting, cursing.

My eyes widen and I instinctively shoot up from the chair, wincing at the numbness in my legs, I could barely feel it after sitting for so long, even though it was brief as the adrenaline kicked in at its best. Something's wrong.

I quickly shrug my shoulders and kick off the ropes, step out of them and whip my head towards the window, through the numerous gunshots I manage to pull the steel chair up to the high window and stand on it.

With my heart in my throat, I put the gun in my back pocket and grip the edges of the window, preparing to climb out of this hell. I pull myself halfway out the window and the feeling of the warm, moist air hits my skin. I look down to see the noticeable jump I need to make, and I clench my jaw to steady myself.

The free fall is immediately short. I gasp as I'm brutally blown out of myself as I land feet first and collapse on my side. I groan and force myself up, knowing I have to. I have to get out of here. Now.

My legs carry me so far. Until I reach the tenth block, as Z said, but as I frantically turn my head and scan the surroundings, I can't see her. I find myself wandering the few blocks I've already passed and then checking the ones ahead, but there was still no sign of her.

Instead, I keep walking, and I keep going until my feet hurt and throb. Just as I turn a deserted corner, a hand grabs my wrist and I am violently shoved into a white van. My throat clogs and my wide eyes come into view with none other than Roy.

R: Where the hell do you think you're going?

He snorts and I gasp as he pulls out his own pistol, the barrel pressed to my throat causing my head to fall back against the cold metal.

R: The fact that you thought you could escape me.

He chuckles, warm breath blowing against my skin, making me flinch and turn my head away from him.

R: You thought you were finally out and safe. No... no, baby, you've got it all wrong.

I still have my own weapon because I know I will use it to my advantage.

I: What makes you so sure about that?

His grip on my arm tightens considerably and my free one reaches behind me, and the next thing I knew I was slowly readying the gun and squeezing the trigger into his side. My jaw goes slack as the man screams and falls straight to the ground.

My brain barely has time to comprehend what I've done before I'm sprinting down the long streets of Hollywood, ignoring the beady eyes. That look at me as I pass, sprinting as far as the rest of my energy can carry me.

Until I can run no further, I'm in a lonely street, wandering around tensely; ready for whatever. I sniffle, crossing my arms over my chest and wondering what the hell should I do now?

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Simon's POV
After the team killed every man in the warehouse except Adam and Z, I stormed open the door where she was apparently being held captive, but when all I saw were ropes cut onto the dirty floor, my heart sank.

I see the steel chair lined up against the window and that's when it hit me. She heard all the commotion we were causing and ran away while she had the chance, of course she would.

With my jaw clenched, I start to breathe heavily and before I know it, my hand slams into the brick wall, causing a sharp pain to my hand.

S: FUCK!

I yell, immediately grabbing my fist and squeezing my eyes shut. Within a few seconds, I took out my anger on everything I could find in the room, kicking the chair across the room, hitting the wall a few more times, the ropes; anything I can use to stop myself from bursting in one, I can't control it,

Of course I'm proud of my Isabell for escaping. For finding a way to ensure her safety when this couldn't have been a terrible time to take her chances.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. Adam has a hasty conversation with Vailer, who was very pleased that his plan was successful. With me and Farah both capable and reaching our full potential, it was a no-brainer. Really, he was genuinely surprised at how effortless it was to take over Adam's little organization.

V: Well, that's how it's going to go.

Vailer smiles, his sadistic tendencies literally glowing in his face. I cross my arms over my chest and burn my angry eyes into him as Farah questions him with a frown.

F: Where is she?
A: She escaped, she could be anywhere now.

Farah widens her eyes, stony glare evident.

F: And it's all your fault, you idiot!
V: I'm going to kill you, Adam, and I'm going to enjoy it very much, but she, um...

He closes his eyes and snaps a few times until Z speaks out.

Z: Zendaya,
V: Zendaya, I won't kill her because I don't feel like it and I wasn't asked to. But you... Adam... yeah, you should be worried, buddy.

I don't hesitate to start jogging, stop for a moment and loudly stay with Vailer.

S: Make sure he's dead!