Runaway Return

chapter seven

My hearts racing, I'm surprised it hasn't given out on me by now. All this running like an absolute crazy women, surprised the police haven't caught on or stopped me. Maybe they will who knows.

I reach for the telephone dialling Beas number I just hope to god she picks up...

On the second ring someone answers but I don't recognise the voice? It's an older women I think by the sounds of things.

"Hello, who is this? Is Bea there?"

The line starts to crackle... oh no please no it's my last hope.

"Hello, who's speaking. Hello? Anyone there??"

"Yes Hello. It's Ell. Is Bea there?"

It's starting to crackle again I can't have this phone give up on me now. It's my only hope to escape.

"Yes yes she is give me two minutes. I will go grab her for you. Hang on in there."

The biggest sigh of relief left my lungs. I maybe just getting a little luckier by the minutes that pass.

"El is it you, is it really fucking you?"

"Yes it's me. It's so me Bea, I need you help so badly like right now. I've escaped him, on the motor way I rolled out of the car. My children are back at his mansion or somewhere I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go through with the torture anymore. I'm at breaking point. Please Bea I beg please help me."

I exhale the biggest breath ever. I never knew how much I was holding in until I spoke then. My life is or was absolutely hell. For me to say it out loud to realise it properly.

"Calm down El, I'm on my way stay there don't move."

"I'm at the telephone box the one before you getting into town. If that helps I don't know the exact location. I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

With that I slide down the telephone box, all my thoughts are mumbled into one. I can't seem to keep my mind straight or clear right now. It just keeps going back to my children and him finding me once again like he always manages to do. I feel like I've failed them children but I can't live a life like that. I've suffered to much, I should be out there years ago enjoying my life, settling down with someone that I love- that I truly care about.

My brain is in overload, I don't even realise the young man in a black suit bending down assessing my body and injuries. I lift my eyes to match his, when I notice he's one of Lucas men. He's on the phone, he's speaking to him right now. He probably thinks I've gone into some sort of shock or a daze. Well buddy you've got it wrong, I'm getting out of the cage.

"Yes boss, right away."

I suddenly snap, I push myself up off the floor pushing him out of my way. I stand just to the right of the telephone box, just out enough so Bea can see me when she arrives. Far away from his hands touching me or trying to communicate with me. Fuck you and your boss.

"Fuck you! Tell Luca fuck him and his pathetic life- he will never see me again!"

I heave that felt good. So fucking good, to say that to get it off my chest. The relief.

"Tell him yourself, tell your husband himself. As of course I right here behind you as always. Please tell me you didn't think you could escape me once again did you? Aren't you bored of trying Marisela?"

In the short moment my hair has been gripped in tight hold, being fulled back to look up at the sky. He's found me again, he's found me fucking again and again and again.

I start sobbing, I can't control my tears. I just can't.

"I thought I go free. I thought this was my new life. Bea took to long."

I whisper so silently, that I didn't think he would hear a word muttering from my lips. The tears dripping down onto my white top.

"You thought wrong didn't you. A man can't live without his wife beside him, even more children can't live without their mother. You're crazy. So crazy, when we get back you're in for a shake up."

"IM NOT COMING BACK WITH YOU. EVER EVER EVER AGAIN. DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

I shoot my gaze down enough that it will allow, him not letting go of my hair in the same time. I'm so injured. I'm surprised I can even walk on my foot right now, as for my arm I think it's completely broken. I'm at his mercy but I will fight as much as I can for now. I won't let him win.

"Let's go. The children are awaiting you- mother too."

"No- please don't make me go make I beg of you. Please Luca"

"Home. Doctor, nurse your children and rest. I will deal with you once you've had a sleep. Clear mind will be better."

The car journey is silent. Too my surprise, not. He's locked the doors and even triple checked them, as if I'd be silly enough to fly out of the door again with the injuries I have obtained. We've arrived, soon as I saw the front doors and his mother standing there I start to heave. I'm going to be sick.

"Luca I'm going to be sick please get me out of this care. Please I beg Luca please"

With just that he jumps out of the car quickly, running round to my side swiftly pulling me from the car carrying me inside the building. I don't even have time to look at his mother which I do grateful for now. I know full well she will make her presence known sooner or later.

He's carrying me up the stairs to OUR bedroom, the room I hate. He places me down sitting me up placing a sick bowl underneath me. He pushes my hair away from my face grabbing a hair tie.

"You will stay in this room until further notice. Don't try and do anything silly."

He leans down to kiss my head, when all of a sudden I push him out of the way, a wave of sickness comes up and of course I'm sick. I find it strange, I never get like this. I put it down to the torture I've been through and still going through right now.

He stands back observing me, he pulls his phone out straight away never taking his eyes off my body. It's battered bruised, just done for.

"Yes I need a doctor here as soon as possible."

"Why a doctor, my injuries aren't that bad are they?"

Of course I know they are but I don't know why all of a sudden he wants the doctor here right away. He's never concerned like this. Never.

Within about ten minutes the doctor arrives. Luca takes him over the corner of the room so I can't hear what is being said. He wouldn't tell me anyways I've always been told to never listen in, or speak when not spoken to.

The doctor heads my way with his bag slowly placing it on the bed. He gets his notebook out and starts asking me questions...

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