25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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"I know you're not going to like this idea, but I have a plan in mind," I say. He waits for me to continue, so I take a deep breath and give him my plan." No, absolutely not," he growls. I shake my head, not liking it much either."You know as well as I do that's a good plan. That it can work." I look into his eyes, and I know he won't give in easy.
"No. There is there has to be another way besides putting you and our child in danger." We don't know for sure yet that I'm pregnant and. While it's a high risk, we don't have much choice. You can say there is another way, but neither one has come up with anything better. Viktor stands up and pulls on his hair, growling again. I stand up also and grab in face in hands, making him look into my eyes.
"I know you don't want to lose me. I know this is not going to be easy, but if we want to live again. We have to do this." He stars in my eyes then turns and storms downstairs below deck. I want to follow him, but I know he needs time to accept this. I touch my hand to my stomach and sigh — such lousy timing.
I don't want to do this just as much as he doesn't want me to. The risk of me not coming out alive is high, but it's also the best chance to go out of this with a better future. I'm ready for this mess to be over. I'm either going to come out on top, or I'm going die trying. I walk to the edge of the boat and stare at the beautiful ocean.
I have also wanted to go; I wanted to travel to see the world. Now that I finally am, I don't get to enjoy it. To stop and hit pause for a moment. I give Viktor an hour before I can't wait any longer and head downstairs. He sits hunched over with one hand in his and a glass of whiskey in the other. Any argument I had in me disappears.
"I know this isn't easy. This isn't easy for me either. Well, make me as safe as possible. We have backup standing aside. We can do this. We will be okay," I whisper, trying to convince my self more than him.
He pulls me into his lap and lays his head in the crook of my neck." Okay, I'll call heath." He sighs with a small shake of his head. I don't bother to be happy he is agreeing but lay my head on his and take deep breaths smelling his fresh scent. ~~~ Viktor leaves a few hours later, promising to bring me back a burger and fries, but I know he will be gone for a while. He is going to call heath and make set up a plan. A plan with me being bait. I cant... I'm not scared. I'm scared shitless.
The last time I had seen my father, I had shot him in the leg, ready to kill him and every fucker in the room. To say my father is going to mad when he gets his hands on me is an understatement.
This time. I don't think he is going to keep me alive. No, he did that once already. He won't make that mistake again. I picture my mother in my head. Her smile and her personality. It doesn't make sense. He had to force my mother to be with me. To give him a child. Somewhere along the way, she must have run away. I feel sorrow and heartbroken for my mother. For life, she was forced to live to protect me.
I touch my stomach again hope that if I am with a child, that if we both survive that I can give her or him a good life. I hope Viktor is in that future with me. With us. I can picture us all together in a beach house playing in at the beach and chasing my son around, and Viktor is chasing me. A son, I think. I smile at the thought — a mini Viktor. Gorgeous heartbreaker.
The afternoon gets latter and latter, and still, Viktor has not come back. I start to worry about him. Hoping he is okay. I can't do this without him. I need him. I almost laugh at the thought. How much I have changed. While I miss being a dancer. Miss being an independent woman. I realize nothing would complete me more than to have my own family with Viktor. Aunt Laura to spoil him or her.
The sun starts setting, and I head downstairs and change out of my shorts and tank top into a white silk nightgown and curl into a ball under the white and blue polka doted quilt. I bring Viktor covers to my face and take a deep breath and wait.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I am woken up by the dip of the bed and Viktor's hand on my shoulder. I open my eyes and frown with worry. He tries to smile to hide it but fails."What'wrong?" I ask, sitting up. He pulls a brown paper bag from behind him and hands it to me. My stomach growls in hunger." No, tell me what's wrong. What happened?" I demand.
"Eat first; then, I will tell you everything," he says. I roll my eyes then scarf down Wendy's burger and fries. I moan and lick my finger, forgetting that I need him to tell me something. I sober quickly and throw my trash away."The plan is set. Heath will have a team ready in two days. He and Laura have been looking for you and are worried sick about you. Heath is happy your okay. Alive." He proclaims.
I laugh, feeling a little lighter." That's great. I'm glad they finally know that I am okay." He nods his head, but the face shows worry."He will not be able to inform laura about you being safe, though." He says, sighing. My stomach drops. "What...what do you mean? Where is she?" I demand.
"Your father took her and left a message for us. He said, If we want her safe, then you have to turn your self in." My heart thuds in my chest, and I want to scream. Before I know what I'm even doing, I pick up the closest thing to me and throw it across the room. Then I do it again and again. Viktor does not stop me but instead waits patiently. The more things I break, the more my agger subsides, and worry take and despair cling to my heart.
I fall to my knees and start to cry. What is he doing to her right now? What if he kills her anyway? Now I have to wait for two days? Everything else falls away, and the only thing that exists at this moment is saving laura. Viktor moves us to the bed and lays down with me wrapped in his arms. I settle down after a while, but I don't sleep. Can't sleep. My father might return her, but he won't do it unscratched.
I dread all he can do her. Hours pass, and I listen to Viktors breathing, waiting for it to even out. Finally, it does. I slip out of his arms and quietly dress in a T-shirt, shoes, and leggings I had arrived in. I grab a pen and paper, stepping around my mess, trying not to make any sounds.
I'm sorry, but I can not wait two days while my father does who knows what to her. I will buy a tracker and leave the other part inside my home. Be careful, and I love you.
-Lyra
Once I'm done, I make my way to the motorboat tied to the big ship climb in. I make sure the money I took is still in my bra and untie the small boat and push away. I use the paddle and get my self as far away as I can then start it up. It takes me a full five minutes before I figure the stupid thing out.
Once I arrive on land, I take the car to Walmart and get the tracker then head to New York, stopping only to get gas. The sun comes, and I push on the gas and hope I don't get stoped. I know my father is to watch my place. He has to be if he took laura.
Its late afternoon when I arrive. I out the tracker in my arm and get out, heading up to our apartment. Thankful, the door is unlocked, but I'm horrified when I step Inside. The place is completely trashed.
I know I don't have time to do anything about it or think about how odd it feels to walk through my apartment door. I set the tablet to the tracker on the counter in the kitchen and face the door and wait for my father's men to burst through the door.
When they finally do. I feel a mix of dread and joy. Joy for being right and dread for what's to come. I have never been one to believe in God, but as they drag me to the Black SUV, I pray. I pray that Laura is okay, and I pray that he does let her go.
