Never Fall For The Billionaire

Rescued?

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Chapter 11: Rescued?

"Get your filthy hands off of her," that familiar voice replied threateningly. Even with my subconscious barely intact, I would know that voice anywhere. 

"Derek?" I hoarsely asked with what little strength I had left. 

I tried hard to focus but the throbbing in my head was killing me. Why was he here? To save me? Impossible.

"Well, well, you're here earlier than expected," Alex applauded. "And here I was about to finish my . . . meal too, such a shame, don't you think?" he asked casually.

I could hear thundering and echoing steps heading our way. Alex slightly stiffened the louder the steps became, and then I heard shoving and a punch. A very sickening punch.

"Don't you dare touch her like that again or you will pay. And you will pay dearly," Derek spoke with such venom etched in his voice that it didn't sound like him at all.

"Oh, don't worry, I will," Alex said with what seemed like an evil smirk and a mocking tone, knowing it would only anger Derek more.

A deafening crash broke the silence and I heard bones snap in half.

A shiver ran down my spine and I wondered to myself, who threw that attack? More punches could be heard from my far left and I could feel more salty tears streaming from the corners of my eyes.

The blindfold absorbed all of it before it could cascade down my dirty face. But I forgot all my worries when I felt a presence by my side and I fearfully wondered who it was.

"It's going to be fine, I got you," a voice murmured softly. Derek. He was okay.

But what about Alex?

Next thing I knew, vibrant, bright colors flooded my line of vision. I whimpered at first because it's been so long since I last saw such blinding and beautiful colors.

As my eyes adjusted to the brightness without the tight blindfold on, I could see we were in an abandoned warehouse. Storage boxes were stacked upon one another and simple tools were lying around.

A strange force led me to take a single step forward and I winced. I forgot about my fractured ankle.

A strong, steady hand went around my arm to steady me. "Be careful," Derek silently told me.

I slowly walked forward, dragging my ankle along. I didn't know what kept me moving.

My hands reached out to the huge cardboard boxes and I felt surprised, because during that time, I apparently had also lost my sense of touch. The cardboard felt slightly rough under my light fingers. And I kept on shifting forward.

As I rounded the corner of the tall tower of brown boxes, I gasped. Because lying there in a pool of blood, was Alex. Splatters of dark red blood matted his hair and clean clothes. I ran towards him, ignoring the painful crack in my defective leg.

I was so close to him, when -again- a warm arm went around my waist, stopping me from going any further.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He whispered in my ear with fury written in his voice.

To be honest, I didn't really know what I was doing. Why was I trying to help the person who almost raped me? It didn't make any sense.

Maybe it was because I would always help a person in need, whether he was good or bad. But deep in my heart, I get the feeling, I still get that weird feeling, that he was a kind person. I just know it. Behind that cruel exterior, is a gentle man.

"Saving him," I quietly whispered back, not exactly sure if he heard me.

But he did and his arm around me tightened. I winced. The arm was on my rib-cage and it was hurting me. "And why, exactly, are you helping that bastard who practically assaulted you?!" He gritted out in a low rage.

I didn't say anything back, because, because I just didn't know anymore. I just know that I had to at least check if he was all right.

"Let go," I mustered up forcefully.

"No," was his immediate reply.

A headache was painstakingly making its way back in the pounding on the back of my head and I felt like my head was being smashed into the hard wall repeatedly. "Please. Please just let me go," my voice cracked as I said it.

And he let me go. Just like that.

Why? Why then?

I rushed to Alex to feel for his heartbeat. It was at a abnormally fast rate, but it was still considered fine and well.

I let out a silent, relieved sigh. He was going to make it out alive.

"Derek?" I whispered hesitantly.

"What?" he crossed his arms and looked really annoyed and intimidating in the few feet away from me. I winced, scratch that, he looked really, really annoyed.

"N-nevermind." Guess I'll have to somehow take him to the local hospital myself. But before I could lift a finger, much less carry him on my shoulder, a sharp sting on my bare neck paused me from doing anything of the sort.

I yelped, not because of the knife or whatever it was that was surely piercing into my neck, but because I felt like Alex would actually hurt me if he needed to. And that pains the most.

Why did it pain me?

But what pains me even more than that was Derek's expression. The expression where he knew there was no way out. That he was going to lose me to the afterlife that was surely to come. And somehow, it shattered my heart to see him like that when he shouldn't be feeling that way.

"Don't move if you want her alive," Alex commanded fearlessly. He must have been faking the fainting act, so I could get close enough to have him execute his plans.

"Don't hurt her," Derek replied with all the power he had. And yet, why did I feel like that was all a simple disguise?

"Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt such a poor, pretty little thing," he said as he went down and nibbled on my sensitive ear.

Derek didn't move a muscle, but his eyes, his eyes seemed dead and drained of life. Why? Why did it matter what Alex did to me in the first place? Is he even really here to rescue me?

"Remember, don't move, or you'll pay for it," Alex said just once more before he called over his powerful men.

There were four of them, all huge and appeared to be like champion boxers with all that muscle hidden behind black gothic attire. Maybe they were boxers.

"Destroy him until he's on the verge of death itself." The dangerous men followed their boss's command effortlessly.

They threw punches and painful blows to his battered body, but Derek stood there so statue-like. And he still had those lifeless eyes that broke my heart all over again. Strike after strike, they came while Alex silently watched in brooding satisfaction.

My body shook, still not believing this was not just a terrible nightmare. This was the life that I didn't want to have or let exist. How could the world let such behavior happen?

All I wanted to do was collapse on the cold, hard floor; but, I couldn't even do that because there was still that dumb pocketknife resting on my bare neck, waiting to cut into my throat. Instead, I let go just a few tears.

Maybe crying is the only thing I can do right in this cruel universe.