Tripped & Fell (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6: Oh My God

{Tripped & Fell}
Chapter 6: Oh My God
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Ella's P.O.V

I cling tighter onto Mr. Hot guy's shirt as I curse at myself for not bothering to ask for this stranger's name and for thinking 'this' ride wasn't going to be as bad as I imagined. What on earth was I thinking. Who on earth sits at the back of a strangers bike without asking for their name. Actually, correction who on earth leaves thier appartment when they have been warned not to, for their own safety and especially in my case when i've forgotton half of my memories? Me. Ofcourse it's, me.

No matter how hard I tried my mind inevitably wandered to a hospital bed... with both my parents and Hailey around me with tears streaming down their face. Because every bone in my body was broken. Thanks to my graphic imagination at this point I have contingency plans for situations most people don't casually ponder in stressful moments. The anxiety is close because the fear is real.

I wasn't wrong about motorcycling is a dangerous business, and there's a lot that lies beyond the control of even the most skilled, responsible rider. It's almost as if we're traveling at an incredible speed in a car except on a bike it feels twice as intense and a lot more exposed and nothing could stop us. My heart thumps harder every time a turn is ahead of us and the bike leans. This was a mistake, I shouldn't have agreed to this.

"You good there, sweet cheeks?" I hear Mr. Hot guy ask as I continue to shake from fear and from the speed at which he's accelerating. I gulp and lick my dry lips not able to speak.

"Keep holding on to me and enjoy your surroundings, don't be afraid" He speaks again regardless of my silence as he continues to ride through the busy roads of Melbourne. I seriously need to ask for his name.

"Wrap your hands tighter and stop shaking, do you hear me?" I nod in response then realize he can't see me so I do as he asked and wrap my arms around his abdomen and rest the side of my face on his back slightly feeling at ease. Moments later I find myself watching every passing car, buildings and random objects around me as we drive through in a combination of exhilaration, fear, relaxation, and pleasure. A physical and emotional pleasure, with a layer of anxiety and adrenaline.

How did I end up here, from rushing to the clinical neurophysiology to losing my way from home to riding on the back of a motorcycle? Life really is funny. It's like I'm attracting outrageously messed up moments in my life without me having any say on it. Clearly.

Moments pass and I realize we come to a slow pace entering an idyllic modern residence taking my breath away. We both get off as Mr. Hot guy stables his bike. Amazed and confused I take in the striking details of the mixed use of materials from the graceful modern exterior facade depicting a fusion of natural stone, corten steel, wood, and glass, instantly inviting me in. I notice a two-car garage with a workshop. This place is gorgeous.

"It's soothing isn't it?" He tells me as he stands beside me with is keys still in both of his hands. I look back at the gorgeous house before and conclude it would only make a perfect summer retreat. Then it hits me. Crap, holy shit Ella. This place could nowhere be owned by this tattooed stranger, no way. He's kidnapped me, I willingly set myself up for this trap, he must have brought me to his mafia boss. It all makes sense now.

"I didn't know where you lived and it's already pretty late, so I thought I would bring you to my home until we figure out what to do"

"You live here?" I ask in shock.

"This is my place yeah, I live on my own too" As if panic and fear weren't already written all over my face I begin to feel my legs shake and I start trembling.