And She Was Caught (Completed)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Nine years later

My lips were chapped as my throat felt like sand paper. I couldn't feel my hands anymore since they have been tied at the back of the chair for so long. I was tied down in a chair and my limbs were already stiff because of immobility. I licked my lips but my tongue was dry, it didn't offer much relief. My mouth tasted rustic and tangy.

Dried tears made my face sticky and stiff. I was blindfolded. I didn't know how much time already passed since they took me but a day must have already passed. My heart lurched inside my chest because I knew at any moment my life could end. I knew at the back of my mind, I have been waiting for this time --- the time where my dad slipped and Alejandro Motreal finally had his hands on me again. A new wave of tears assaulted my eyes despite the fact that I am already dehydrated.

My dad was probably combing New York at the moment, looking for me. He must have already known I am missing. What about Alex? Oh God, he must be dead worried about me. He knew about my past, the death of the people I cherished and the reason why. I need my Alex, I need his warmth and the promise of his safety. I needed him. I bit my lip to suppress the sob trying to break free from my mouth.

I just got out from my house when armed men took me by force and dragged me inside a black sedan. I knew right away who sent them. There was only one person who wanted me dead. I tried to fight, I didn't waste the years just waiting for him to strike. I learned Judo and kickboxing so I could protect myself but it was all in vain. Damn, I was helpless again.

It was supposed to be a busy Tuesday morning at the hospital. I was supposed to be saving lives in the Emergency Room! I hate the fact that that man could ruin my life again with just a snap of his fingers. I hate it that he could come barraging my life and take all the normalcy that I built.

I hate this. I hate him!

My stomach growled but I ignored it. Instead, I focused my attention to my pounding headache and in the pain in my busted lips. I needed to have my focus so I wouldn't be helpless if anything went by. I wouldn't just give up and accept this fate. He has no right to do this to me.

I won't allow him to take everything yet again from me!

But I was scared, I wouldn't deny that. All my life I have been running away from him. My dad hid me from him and people lost their lives because of me. I was scared that maybe finally Alejandro Motreal succeeded on driving me to a dead end, then every sacrifice would be wasted. I didn't want that.

I was scared to die.

No I wouldn't die. I didn't go this far to just die like this. No I shouldn't think like that. I can't!

I needed to take my mind off dark thoughts. Psychology said you should think of happy thoughts to keep you calm. I thought about my only friend, Melissa Norman. I met her at my pre-med course. She's half British and Filipina and she quickly became my best friend. I was working with her in the hospital till now and she must be worried sick about me. She must already have made my phone explode because of her calls. A bubble of laughter erupted from my throat and I heard a man kick a chair next to me.

"What are you laughing there, woman?" He asked. His voice sounded thick, obviously a heavy smoker and a heavy drinker of scotch. I ignored him and continued my self therapy. This was working. I could feel myself slightly loosening up. There's no use into killing myself with nerves.

Mel must be demanding information from my father at the moment. She could get a little sassy and demanding. She's a major pain in the ass. Well, she always told that to me too. We shared an apartment complex all through my studying years, much to my father's chagrin. But I knew dad liked her, he was just so proud to acknowledge that since he and Mel weren't that close. Dad wasn't close to anybody.