General Carral: Her name is Bell Ashley Higgins, she's convicted multiple murders, international theft and vandalism of the white House.
corporal: and she's like phantom, you see her the next she's gone.
General Carral: well that's no surprise, she'...
As I try to flicker my eyes to open, I felt a sharp pain to my head.
I touched my head and felt blood dripping down. I noticed I was up side down and the car was tipped over.
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I looked over at goldie, blood oozing from her face and a pieces of glass wedged into her skin, she was unconscious. I tried getting out of the car but then heard people walking past the car and talking.
I couldn't make out what they were saying, my ears were still buzzing from the crash. They walked away, I heard water pouring out and hitting the floor.
Gasoline
Right next to a small flame.
As I kicked the car door,the once small flame became bigger , I tried my best to crawl out without hurting myself. As I walked over broken glass, I rushed over to Bell. I tried prying open the door but it wouldn't open.
I broke the window further so I could hopeful get her out. As I got a hold of her something yanked her back, preventing me from pulling her out.
The flame that was once small got bigger and it's growing very quickly. Almost inches away from us, I pulled Bell again and again and again. Her foot was caught in between the car seat and the desk top of the car.
The fire got closer and closer. I started to panic. I thought quickly. I used all my strength to pull the car seat back . Enabling her foot to move out. I finally got her out of the car.
I carried her unconscious body. The car eventually blew up only shoving me slightly forward.
I walked for only 10 minutes then my legs gave in from all the pain they have been in from the car crash. I fell to my knees. I couldn't take the pain anymore, not only from my injuries but from the fact that Bell isn't waking up.
Fuck my pitiful heart
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After I had walked for what seemed to be hours.
A family found me on my knees holding Bell in my arms. They were so generous to help me to get goldie inside.
I layed goldie on the couch. The wife came up to me and said " she is hurt, I will help." She spoke in a Italian accent. She walks away.
She comes back with a cloth and medical supplies. I turned my back towards and was scanned by the man of the house I assume.
"So" He starts. He takes a seat by the table, "please sit" he insisted. "Now tell me my boy, what is your name" he asked. "Um Ethan sir" I replied sticking out my hand for a hand shake.
He accepts it " Deen, so what brings you here and so damaged causing you to carry your wife" Deen asked. I didn't want to let him down by telling Deen she's not my wife.
"We were in car accident" I replied swiftly. "Oh dear" the wife said in the back round. "Well my boy you are welcome to stay here if you like" Deen says generously. "No it's alright-""no you stay" the wife stops and points down "here til you are ready to leave" she demands.
I laughed "no really it's okay" I stood up. "Your are in no shape to be moving around especially in your condition and your wife is unconscious" she scolds. I guess all Italian women act like mom's.
"Franchesca, fix Ethan up" Deen says ~~~~~~~~
Franchesca had plucked the last piece of glass out of my forehead. She dabbed alcohol on my wounds. The pain was unbearable, I flinched from the pain.
Franchesca then cleaned up my face. She gave me a cheeky smile, "oh let me show you where you'll be sleeping she says leading me to a room. "Here you are and dinner will be ready soon" Franchesca said.
Ironic there was only one bed.
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Bell's PØV
I flickered my eyes open. It seemed like was in some sort of cottage. I tied to move legs but felt a sharp intense pain on my leg.
The door slowly opened to reveal the one and only Dolan. I shifted to the back, " you're finally awake" he speaks out. "What the hell did you do to me" I said in a angry tone.
"I didn't do anything " Ethan exclaimed, "why should I believe you?" I asked sternly. "If I wanted you dead I wouldn't of dragged your fucking body out of a burning car and carried your goddamn ass for 6 miles looking for help, in MYFUCKING BRUISED ARMS" he yells out.
Wait why did he carry me looking for help after I was being such a dick to him. I gotta ask him, do it now, nows the time.
"So what actually happened?"
Fuuuuccccckkk
"Sancheizes men is what happened" Ethan said showing me a dart. I snatched it from his hand and sniffed it. "Morphine?" I asked concerned. "Not just morphine ,Heroine too".
"They darted you, that's why you can't remember anything"
"But morphine and heroine mixed can kill you" I asked. "But yet you're still alive" Ethan said sitting on the bed.
I was in complete shock, how the Fuck the am I still alive if I was given a dose of drugs and medication.
"Well just proves to show that your hard to kill goldie" Ethan speaks out.
A knock on the door. "Come in" Ethan says. The door is slowly pushed open and a little boy walks into the room.
"Ma'ma says dinner is ready" he says in the cutest little voices. "Oh Cisco this is goldie, goldie this is....Cisco" "my name is Bell, not goldie" I said.
"Tell mama we'll be down in a minute" Ethan told Cisco. "Okay" Cisco and leaves the room.
"C'mon you're never gonna be able to walk on that" e says mocking my injured leg. He pulled me by the arm and walked slowly towards the door.
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Was we got to the bottom of the staircase. An Italian family sitting at the dining table. The mother came towards me and started to speak in Italian and kissed both sides of my cheeks.
She pulled out a chair for me. Ethan placed me on the chair and sat next to me.
