Runaway Return

chapter six

Marisela

He makes me so fucking angry i think im loosing words to even describe how hes making me feel anymore. I try not to think about all the times i should have tried to escape or the thoughts that always fly around my head. I've thought about it way too much and never ever acted on it. All the thoughts fly around my barnet.

I know he's angry I know it. I've pushed his buttons once again, like seriously when don't I? I'm just a ticking time bomb. Vice versa. You know how it goes.

With in seconds he's grabbed my wrists so tight I can already feel the bruising appearing. I don't even get a chance to take the breath I so much needed. We're out of the bedroom door, it took him less than a second to click the lock.

He rushes down the stairs heading towards the main doors of the mansion, I don't know how the hell I haven't fallen and tripped. It's baffled me. How I'm still standing on my own two feet after that crazy ride of bumping down the swirly stair case. Lethal thing it is. I've never liked it one bit.

Before he even gets to open the front doors of his mansion they're swung open for him. Not having any time to take in what's going on around me I see the SUV sitting there waiting for my arrival. I want to ask what's going on but I push the words back into my throat for now, I will ask soon.

He pushes me into the back of the car, him shortly joining me the other side. He leans across pulling my seatbelt across me. Safety and all that, I guess?

The car journey seems too long. I'm getting nervous and fidgety, I start pulling at my cuticles. They start to sting with the amount of skin I've pulled away from them, the sharpness. I bite the silence and burst out with the question that's been on my lips since I got pushed into this car.

"Luca, I demand to know where you're taking me?"

He doesn't even look in my direction he just keeps his eyes straight ahead. I can feel his brain working, waiting for his response after about what seems like thirty minutes I get nothing. Absolutely nothing. This man is something else he really is. He angers me on so many different fucking levels. I just want to scream at him.

It then hits me, a jolt of pain from my wound sets in. Making me feel extremely uncomfortable in this car. I can't bare the pain anymore, I need to stand or move around something. I'm not his little caged bird anymore, I'm a bird that's wanting to spread her wings right now. To scream shout, go out enjoy my life. Not being trapped in a car with three strange men.

With that thought in my mind. I wasn't going to let that thought slip. Just that second I decided I will leave him right now. Right this second, I shouldn't be in pain for anymore, or put through this amount of stress.

With just that I test my door, I can tell it's not locked which is a very rare thing for Luca. I'm normally lock in everywhere so no chance of escape. Maybe he forget this time? Who knows. With just that.

I pull the leaver, pushing the door wide open. I don't even give it a second thought before I roll out of the moving SUV. That's right a moving fucking car. I've decided of all the times I've had to escape I would do it out of a bloody moving car. Crazy I know...

My bones hit the ground so hard I think I've shattered a few. I know I can't stop now, I push myself over like a rollie poly. So I'm safe on the side of the road before any more injuries attack me.

I mange to brush myself off with a slight limp, maybe a broken wrist but I'm ok for now. I turn myself around starting to run for my life. Like it was the last thing on earth I needed to do. I get half way along when I decide to turn myself around to have a glance of the SUV.

When I notice that it's trying its hardest to pull over, to come and grab me but with no luck. All I can hear is car horns beeping. I know he's full of anger right now.

Few hours later. I've managed to get into a shop, it's based in a small literally country village I would say. Well that's what it looks like, they've been kind enough to give me a bite to eat a drink. Of course the use of their telephone, I decided to ring my best friend. The only person that could ever help me in these situations. It's been so long since I had this chance.

Life feels good for now. I know I've left my children behind, but for now I need to be selfish. Just for now.