Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 37

A deep silence had emerged into the car as we drove to Elijah's house. He never even gave me a choice, whether I wanted to go with him or not. Omar was still taking my side and justifying my decisions but they didn't listen to him either. Liam had gone just over an hour ago and I began to let go of my worries, knowing he would be safe and he would fix the relation with Sam. Outside was pouring heavily and the harsh cold had just returned. We were in the month of October, it had only just started and yet it felt like this whole time I had been gone for only a few weeks. I had ran away from home in June.... No..... July? I couldn't even remember it myself. The only thing I had with me was the bag and phone that Serena had given me when she saw me at the train station. My forehead was resting against the cool tinted window, watching the raindrops slide down as they competed.

Outside was fully dark even though it was now 12pm. No one dared to break the silence so we all sat still, pretending to do our own things silently.

Turning around to steal a glance at Elijah, I realised he was already staring at me, his gaze soft and loving as he continued to stare at me. He reminded me of how he had once been, so innocent and pure and full of life compared to now, he just looked like a fallen angel; something that was definitely not good. My cheeks began to heat up and I knew I was blushing with embarrassment. The humiliation began to stir inside me, the one after you get caught trying to look at someone because you think they're not looking. Quickly turning around, I went back into my previous position: sitting slumped on the seat with my forehead resting on the cool, damp window. As I stared out of the window, I felt his stare burning through me, leaving holes in my body and sending shivers everywhere. Out of nowhere, his deep voice bellows, echoing in the car and booming in my ears.

"You still like to look at me, don't you, Yulia?" When I turned to look at him, a sly grin was etched on his face, he was smirking at me?! I wanted to jump into his laps that very moment but I remembered how he had betrayed me by marrying some random rich girl, so instead I scowled at him and turned to look back out of the window. I heard a sigh escape his mouth, I knew he was still hurt about our past and he was clearly disappointed with my lack of friendliness even after the kiss. Instinctively, I brought my fingers to my lips, feeling the still swollen flesh, my fingers trailing across my lips as I felt his eyes burning into me. My stomach began to twist and turn, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I felt the blush creeping slowly up my neck and heating my round cheeks, making them look sore instead. A low rumble vibrated from beside me, presumably from his chest, a growl escaping his lips. As I turned to look at him, his eyes had already darkened, the lust and desire evidently swirling in those deep pools as he watched my blush. His breaths were coming out as heavy pants, the slow rise and fall of his chest was on display. My eyes trailed down his face, rolling down his broad built chest and stomach before halting at the huge, throbbing bulge hidden behind the soft material of his pants. My eyes shot back up to his and I saw the growing desire getting worse by the second. I couldn't stop the blush from growing brighter, I could imagine myself looking like a tomato right now.

"You want it, don't you, Yulia?" His voice was dangerously low and husky, sexy and erotic; I could literally hear the desire in his deep voice. "N-no. I.... What are you talking about?" The tremble in my voice was visible, loud and clear.

Maybe if I act dumb he won't say anything else.

Instead of forgetting the whole thing, he inched his face closer, his hot breath fanning my burning cheek as he whispered, his lips hovering just inches away from my ear.

"Then why are you still blushing, princess." His long finger trailed down my jawline as he whispered, sending shivers down my spine at the new nickname. The tip of his nose pressed softly against my ear and I couldn't help but lean into his touch, the warmth of his body evaporating and making it's way towards my own.

"I...I'm not." My voice cracked, turning into a slightly high pitched, anxious tone. A quiet, sexy chuckle left his mouth as he pulled back, shaking his head. He sat up for a while, just examining my face as if there was nothing else in the world to look at except me. Leaning into the seat, his eyelids flew shut and he began to speak again.

"Yes you are. I know everything about your little tricks and deceptions. I know your body language and I definitely know..." He shot up and leaned in close again, his nose brushing against the tip of mine.

"When you want something that no one else can give you except for me." A low growl escaped his mouth as he said those last words, forming a lump in my throat. Swallowing hard, I managed to shift my gaze back out of the window. I knew he was right, he definitely knew me well enough but did I know him well enough? Clearly not. I knew instantly, after he made that statement, that he was not as innocent as I had thought. He had a dark side just like me but not even mine was as deadly as his.

Before I could even speak another word, the car swerved sharply, the sound of screeching tyres and a loud, piercing bang filled my ears as my head slammed against the tinted window. Burning tyres could be smelled, the smoke filling the car and wafting up into my nostrils and making my eyes water. Thick, heavy smoke began to come out of the exhaust pipe, filling the car as well and burning my eyes even more.

As I struggled to breath, I inhaled desperately for the pure air that was no longer available and instead a filthy, poison like scent slid into my mouth, burning the back of my throat. I fell against the car door and I heard Elijah shout at the driver as he reached out for me. He wasn't struggling as much thanks to his heavier weight compared to my small, light weight. I collapsed onto the leather seat, desperately trying to grip the edge to steady myself before the car shuddered to a sudden halt, throwing me forward, my forehead hitting the headrest in front of me. Elijah quickly helped me back up onto the seat, I gladly accepted that help, before barking at the driver.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" His voice echoed in the car, booming into my ears as the driver turned to us, quivering with fear.

"S-sir. There seems to be some angry people on the road." Before he could say anything else, the windscreen shattered into pieces, a loud bang causing destruction to the windscreen as the tiny pieces showered the car. Elijah quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, covering me from the tiny glass pieces that exploded into every corner in the car.

Blood sprayed everywhere and the driver didn't finish his sentence; he had been shot. The front seats were splashed with a vivid red, as well as the windows. His eyes were wide open, his bald head exposed as he stared at the ceiling, an expression of pure terror and utter fear. His lifeless body lay limp on the seat. I could feel my heart pounding as it begged to be freed, the blood in my body rushing with fear and confusion. Elijah's arms wrapped around me as he dragged me closer, pulling me till I was flushed against his huge, warm body. I couldn't withdraw my eyes from the bloody corpse, they were glued to the hole that was in his chest where the bullet had entered him, the blood gushing out of his body and staining his blood stained white outfit even more.

"Hello Yulia. It's nice to see you again." A deep, sneering, vile, horrific voice boomed loudly. One that I knew too well. One that I had tried to escape from.

He was here. Right in front of the car waiting for me. Just as he had promised me. The threat came flashing back to me. The last time I had seen him, outside of the inn. He was now here in front of the car with a line of his friends, blocking the road, all on motorbikes and expensive sports cars with guns and other deadly weapons tucked into their thick, leather waistbands.

He was right here right now. My father. He was here to take me back to the hell that had awaited my presence for the past few months.

He was here to sell me like an object, to a rich bastard. He was here to make my life more miserable than ever. He was waiting with a wicked grin carved into his face.

I knew that this had just gotten a whole lot worse.

Now it was a matter of life and death.

End of Book 1