I whimper in pain, the place around me looked blur. I felt like I was floating, no, I felt like I was moving. I try lifting my hand to massage my sore head, but it doesn't move. I try harder, but it won't budge. Panic sets in, and I shoot my eyes wide open, but quickly shut them again due to the sharp pain in my head.
I open them again, but this time more slowly. At first, I think I'm hallucinating due to the fast movement but I soon realise that I was actually moving. But I was neither flying nor floating. I was currently in the front seat of a car, driving at a dangerous speed without a seat belt on and with hands tied in my front. Adrenaline courses through my veins, as I realise what is happening. I was being kidnapped, but by who though? And why?
Those questions don't matter, not as my first priority is to try escape..
"Stop struggling you pest, it's agitating." A masculine voice hisses from my side. More correctly from the drivers seat. I stiffen at the familiarity of the voice.
Just to be clear, it was negatively familiar. I slowly turn to my left, and as soon as I lay my eyes on the owner of the voice, my heart drops to the pot of my stomach. I nearly give into the sudden urge to fly the window if possible. Why him of all people?
"Lycan?" I rasp, fear gripping onto me so hard, it was suffocating.
He doesn't answer, instead he increases the speed of his car.
I wanted to panic, but decide against it due to my health issues. I needed to remain calm.
Thinking back, I try to remember as much as I can through the excruciating head ache. The only memory it allows, is that of me leaning against a pillar, before being forcefully pulled aside and knocked unconscious. Now that I think of it, how did I end up here?
I was at the hospital, wasn't I?
My eyes widen in fear as it hits me, that he had been stalking me. Was that why I had been called to the hospital? So I could get whisked away by him?
Could that explain the smile Layla had on her lips earlier?
She knew, more correctly she sent him, to end me.
I grit my teeth, she didn't want her hands to be dirty. I needed to stop Lycan, and escape somehow.
"What do you plan on doing to me?" I ask in a whisper, scanning him carefully. I don't miss the way his hands tighten on the stirring wheel, it was so tight his knuckles were white.
"You know why?" He says, in a grave venomous voice which has me sinking deeper into the car seat.
"I know why," I say carefully, surprised my voice was still so calm. "that's why, I have to stop you." I finish, heart nearly beating out of my chest. He whips his head in my direction, and I wince under his deadly and threatening glare.
He scoffs, "really, how do you plan to do that?" He asked mockingly, and my hands unconsciously ball into fists.
"I don't know." I admit quietly in defeat. He lets out a pearl of evil laughter, before he turns his full concentration to the road again. "But I won't let you ruin your life for her sake." I say, narrowing my eyes at him in determination. He laughs, "was that the same silly reason why you got us separated in high school?" He asks, anger slipping into his voice. Oh no.
How I knew Lycan, was through Layla. Yes, he is one of the guys she had once been in a relationship with. When she lost interest in him, and realized he could do anything for her.. she broke up with him. And had him believe that I was the reason for it. She made him hate me, and made him into one of her most dangerous pawns yet.
I wince at the thought, my attempts to make him realise that it was all a lie were all futile. He never believed me, instead somehow, it made him believe everything Layla had lied to him about me. That is what lead to his undying hatred for me.
"You really have to believe me Lycan, I never tried to separate both of you." I say, trying to convince him one more time. "You little bitch!" He curses, and I gasp, flinching in the process. "Don't you dare lie to me, Layla told me everything about you. You don't want her to be happy, that's why you did what you did." I blink at his last reply, and nearly choke on air. It was quite the opposite actually, and poor Lycan was too blinded by obsession to see that.
"I don't care what you think, just let me out of the car, now." I say, already irritated by his perspective.
He gives me a smirk, before he turns his attention back to the road. Increasing his speed. My eyes widen, "What... what are you doing?" I ask, gripping the chair tightly. "What I should have done a long time ago." He answers, going way faster than before. I begin to feel sick in my stomach, "Stop, please, this is suicide." I manage to say, despite the pressure which forces me to lean in deeper into the chair.
"I can do anything to get rid of you." He says, driving way more faster than before. By now, the trees outside were now looking like a blur. I could barely see a thing as we passed by.
I needed to stop him, my eyes immediately dart to my tied hands, and I begin to try loosen them. I use my teeth too.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He asks, when he sees what I'm doing. I don't allow my focus to derail, until my hands are finally free. I rub my wrists in relief, noticing how red they now looked. I wasn't completely out of danger yet. Lycan was still trying to kill me, I grab a hold of the stirring wheel. He tries to get me to let go. But I stubbornly hold unto I. The car is moving in a zig zag manner now, as we both struggle to gain dominance over it.
"Let go." He grits out. "No." Comes my strained reply. While I'm still pulling at it, he forcefully grabs my hand and flings me against the car seat. I groan in again, my head throbbing in pain. I sit up, attempt to try ny luck again, when my eyes fall on the road.
My heart sinks to my stomach, as I quickly turn to Lycan. He is too busy trying to grab me to notice, "We're heading for a tree." I whisper, Lycan turns to face the road with wide eyes as well. However, just as he does.. the car runs into the tree with such force...I don't have time to do anything, only to wear the seat belt before my head collides forcefully against the car door. And it all goes blank.
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War of Love
Non-FictionABOUT THE BOOK. In the world, there are two phases. The appreciative phase, and the frustrated phase. What happens when two different individuals from two separate wor...