Kill or be killed

Lost.

All I see is darkness. Darkness surrounding everything, can't count the times I've bumped into a damn tree.

My cuts starting stinging, and i was getting cold since my clothes ripped. Walking is so painful right now.
Who the fuck was he and why did he try to kidnap me.
He knew my full name. Only that man knew. Just thinking about him......scares the shit out of me. But he's dead, I made sure of that,
God i hate everything.

I need to call Hunter. I looked in the pockets but nothing. My phone must of fell out when I jumped.
"Shit"
I whispered. I always hated the dark, right now being in a Forrest. While it's full on dark thinking about 'him'
How more shit can my life get.

I carried on walking, I could be walking in circles, everything looks the same. Dark.
I feel so weak right now, I could have killed him, but my dumbass couldn't even think properly.
My solution to all my problems.
Jump out a fucking car.

I need sleep, I hope everyone's ok. Especially Kevin. I told him to come pick me up, but this asshole did.

I saw a small street light.
Thank god.
I slowly ran towards it making sure I didn't bump into anything.

While running I heard a noise behind me. Like someone was running with me. Carrying on running I turned my head around, but there was nothing. It's probably my imagination.
Before I could turn my head back around my foot hit something making my entire body fall to the ground.

A small scream escaped my mouth, while I fell. I landed on my face, which fucking hurt. I let out a groan. I'm already in so much pain.
I looked back to what I tripped over.

It was like a big blob of something.
I went closer on my knees and touched it.

It feels like hair.
I put my face closer trying to make out what it was.

"Fuck", i shouted while falling back on my hands.
It was a head. Just a head. No body. My breathing got irregular, someone's here. I quickly got up and started running towards the light.

This is not how I fucking die. I got closer to the light, eventually making it out of the forest. I looked around. This was a poor place. A small town. I looked, street lights shining on garbage all over the floor, i need to break in a pharmacy, I need to clean my wounds before they get too infected.

I looked up to see street signs. It showed a Red Cross pointing in the left direction, maybe if I take that alley way I'll get there quicker.
Stupid but quick.

I walked towards it, still looking behind in case there was someone following me.
I got through the alley way and got to the back of the pharmacy.

I looked around, trying to find something to break the window.

"Hey babe"
I lifted my head up to see and man smoking coming towards me.
"What the fuck do you want"
I say backing up.
He looked about 30.

"You look bad, that beautiful face doesn't deserve to look like that".
He said, looking at me with a grin.
"Get the fuck away from me"
I look back and see a man Walking. He looks decent.
"HEY HELP ME"
The man snapped his head in my direction and saw what was happening.

He quickly walked over to me and stood in front.
"Leave her alone will you"

The creep reached in his pocket for something.
What is he doing.
"Sorry. But I don't take orders. I'm taking what's mine...."

*BANG*

My jaw dropped as I saw the man fall to the ground with a bullet in his head.
Shit. Shit. Shit. He has a gun.
"Now where were we"

He says pointing the gun at me.
"Your going to come with me...or else".
He said keeping a smirk on his face.

This. This is bad.
I have an idea.

"Oh, it's the police"
I say with a shocked expression. He looked around and I made a run for it.
"HEY, GET BACK HERE"
He shouted. I carried on running, taking turns into the alleys, not knowing where I'm going.
I found a alley that lead to a lot of different path ways.
Ok, breath. I lost him. He's definitely gone.

I took a deep breath and turned around to go find another pharmacy.

"Missed me"
My heart starting beating fast. This is bad.
Before I could say anything or do anything, my vision went blurry and eventually everything went black.  

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My eyes slowly opened, and I lightly lifted my head.
My head. That dick head knocked me out.
I look down and realise I'm tied to a chair. My hands tied in front.
I looked around. It was a big room. Nobody was here.
My leg ropes where loose so it could be easy to get out of.

One thing about me, is that I always carry a knife on me. In my boots to be exact.

I bent down trying to get the knife. It was hard especially the rope that was tied right on top of my cuts.
After a few minute struggle I got the knife and face the pointy part down.
Just don't cut yourself.
I smashed the knife down and it cut the rope of  hands.

I bent down and untied my leg ropes.

I need to get out of here.
I got off the chair and went towards the window.

"Easy there babe. Slowly turn around and come to me....and there won't be a vendetta"
I scrunched up my face in disappointment and turned around. He had a desert Eagle pointed in my direction. He raised his index finger and motioned me to come towards him.

I did as i was told and went closer to him. Slowly.

"Hurry the fuck up", he said and grabbed my arm ushering me closer. He placed his hands on my hips slowly going up. "How. Beautiful"

No one. No one messes with the Garcías. Especially not some sick pervert. I'm so fucking. Sick of him.
I grabbed his hand and twisted it behind him, bashing him against the wall.

I twisted the arm even more, hearing a crack.
He let out scream trying to break free.

"Don't. Don't ever mess with Veronica Valentina García. Because if you do. You won't walk away alive. And even if you do, it will be in a terrible condition where you will beg me to end you"
His breathing quickly changed and he was begging for his life.
Imbecile. Useless waste of time.

I grab his neck and twist it causing it to snap.
Never mess with a García.