Chase's hands roamed over my body, caressing my curves and hugging my waist.
"What about Justin?" I sighed weakly, pleasures by his touch.
He kissed me deeply and affectionately.
"I won't leave you like he did, I love you," he continued to attack my lips.
A muffled noise caused me to open my eyes and focus on the corner of the empty, dim lit room.
Justin was tied to a chair, tape stuck over his mouth and his hair in a mess, his eyes were pleading for help.
"Chase-" I tried to escape his grips to go help Justin but he wasn't letting me go.
A gun appeared at Justin's head.
"CHASE!" I screamed but I was too late, the trigger had been pulled and Justin sat lifeless, blood pouring out of his head. I covered my eyes with my hands, realising that my hands were bloody.
I gasped for air, immediately opening my eyes and sitting up straight. My bad dream had caused me to wake up at...I turned my attention to the alarm clock on the nightstand, 5:43am.
So much for sleep.
I ran my fingers through my hair before cupping my cheeks and sighing heavily. I hadn't had a dream so intense and vivid for a long time, and it was so brutal - it reminded me that i had to stay on track and get Justin and Jeff out of that mansion, safely and quickly.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, Aiden was obviously still asleep and I didn't want to disturb him, so I sat down on the couch and turned the tv on a low volume. I wasn't even paying attention to the news, instead I was in deep thought. Suddenly, a spark lit in me and I glanced over at the clock. 6am.
I rushed to my room and grabbed one of Aiden's tee's and a pair of his shorts. I found some socks and slipped on some Nike sliders. Then I gathered my tangled hair into a bun and grabbed the car keys to his masterai, before quietly but hurriedly leaving the house.
The early morning summer sun of Toronto greeted my face, warming me up and welcoming me to a new day. A few early runners glanced my way but didn't take a second look at me. I guess women sporting the male sporty fit was a normal think in Stratford.
I got into Aiden's car and typed 5/8 644 Parsley's Road into the sat-nav system. A few seconds later a clear route formed on the screen and urged me to take the next left. My destination was an hour and a half away, which I guess was perfect considering it was only 6:30am. I stepped on the gas and sped off, following the route.
-
I was 10 minutes away from my destination when the car's phone system started ringing. The number was saved as 'home' so I picked it up, Aiden's voice blasted loudly into the silent car.
"You're a crazy mf, where the actual fuck are you? You take my car and LEAVE? Do you not remember we have two lives at stake? TWO FUCKING LIVES?" I turned the volume down and sighed frustratingly. "Oh noooo sister! Don't give me sass, if you want this to work you can't go Zayn on me and fucking LEAVE!"
"AIDEN IM 10 MINUTES AWAY FROM DANIEL'S MOM," I screamed, then calmed myself down, "Aiden, please just take care of Chase and Zaria, I can't be around Chase anyway,"
"You're gon have to be around him soon anyway, if you want your baby boy and step dad to come out of there alive," he muttered then ended the call abruptly. I rolled my eyes and focused on the road.
I was in the middle of no where, 1hr30mins from the city centre, the only thing visible for miles were fields, the road, and sheep. Lots of mf sheep.
2 minutes later I spotted what looked like from the distance, a grand mansion surrounded by trees. The closer I got, the more confirmed my first sightings became.
Finally, I pulled up outside the gate and got out, breathing in the fresh country air. I walked over to the gate and easily went through, finding myself on a path which led to presumably the front door. Flowers and all sorts of shrubs and types of trees surrounded me, making me feel as if I was in the enchanted garden. I came face to face with the door to the huge villa. Naturally I rang the bell and stepped a few steps back.
The villa was truly big, not as big as the mansion I saw yesterday, but very impressive. It was built like a Spanish Hacienda, coloured like an orange shade of sand, black frames around the windows and two black balconies. The windows were large and broad, however covered by sheer, white curtains.
A few minutes later, the door slightly opened, only a small gap was made to allow me to meet the face I saw on Aiden's laptop yesterday.
"If you have troubles, mi amigo I cannot help you," she muttered in a thick Spanish accent, tired and frail.
"Ms Vivian Ricciardo?" I questioned, although I knew without a doubt it was her. "Sorry to disturb you, but I just want to talk," I smiled as warmly as I could.
"Trust no one," she sighed and attempted to close the door but I was quick and managed to stop it closing with my foot.
"Vivian, your son is in love with me,"
