FACADE

Chapter 47: Rescued

   Suddenly he stopped and the look in his eyes turned maniacal in a minute. He chuckled loudly as he stooped to grab my chin, he raised up and looked in my eyes.

   “Catherine Amelia Collins, even If I was a fool, the last person I would be fooled by is you”

   I suddenly understood what he meant when he said I wouldn't live past today when his pinches started raining diwn on me.

“You are saying you care for me? We are friends? Look around that is what they all said” He yelled and his spit was all over the place. I couldn't care less about that and looked around just as he instructed, but when I saw what was lying on the ground, I turned my head to commit and passed out. But that wasn't the end.
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I would have loved to rub my eyes when I opened it, or maybe even bunch up my dress and check on my wounds but I didn't have the chance to. My hands and feet was bound tightly to the chair that even when I tried to move, I felt pain course through my whole body so I sat still and looked into the distance.

     I heard him chuckle in a loud grim manner and i closed my ears, or should I say another thing I would have loved to do. Every minute I spent in this unknown place was hell and I couldn't wait to get out. I even laughed at myself for having thoughts of escaping and just like he read my thoughts, he said.

    “There's no point thinking how to escape, we are five hours away from the city and even if you are going to be Rescued or located which is highly impossible, it would be in the next, three to four hours.” He deliberately deepened his voice towards the end, probably to scare me and as much as I would love to think it didn't work, I was well aware of the fact that it did.

   Am I going to die here? Or what if he has other plans? Is there a way to escape? Who did I offend? All that remained in my head was questions and this time, I had already settled my mind that I would die here, so there was no point holding back the words on my mind. Even if I were to cry, curse and beg, it is justifiable as it would be the last time I would be doing so.

   I laughed bitterly, and just kept doing that till I felt a tear drop down my face. I raised my messy nest of a head to look at him “You scoundrel Murderer, criminal, wretched insane scum!”

  I kept yelling profanities at him until he got annoyed by it and retrieved a cloth tag from his picket to which he used to block my screams. I thrashed around on the chair despite the pain and my eyes shot daggers. Was this what the last minute felt like? So I wouldn't be able to see my parents again? Junior? My friends? I wished I had told my parents how much I loved and appreciated them.

     I wished I had told junior how much I loved him and how much I was impressed at his change? I wish I was at least able to find out who I really was? But is it really the last minute?

    His chair made a creak sound when he shifted it and he inched his face closer to me, his lips was touching my cheeks and I could feel his breath, in my ears. I felt disgusted. At him at myself for not being able to protect me well and fit disobeying my parents. If only I hadn't came out with that bike. But there was no pills for regrets and the reality is what I was to face.

   I turned my head when his mouth was about to make contact with my lips and with so much hatred and disgust, spat a glib of saliva on his face.

   

   “Bitch” He cursed as he seethed in anger and I saw him bring out a metallic object from nowhere and before I could comprehend what was going on, I felt a slight movement in my lower abdomen and looked down.

    It was bleeding profusely and I just discovered he had actually stabbed me.

  The pain was unbearable and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He did nothing to stop the blood flow and just watched as it dripped with a smile on his face. Beads of sweat started appearing on my forehead and I cried out loud. I felt like I was about to die.

   “Let's see if you can still spit when you bleed to death” a loud laugh followed his statement but I was in so much pain to care, my eyes was drooping and I could barely see his face. My vision was blurring and I fought so hard to hold my consciousness.

    In the next minute I heard a loud groan, but I couldn't see anything, the moans and cries of pain went on, suddenly I heard heavy footsteps and the next minute the ropes that bound me was untied.

“Are you alright?” I wanted to say I was fine and thank him for showing up when I needed him the most but I just couldn't make a sound. I was loosing a lot of blood as the minutes passed and I doubted I could get to the hospital alive.

    If I was told his face would be the last I would see before dying, I would have at least begged God to make it my parents but right now I felt more than grateful to have him here.

  The sounds of cloth tearing could be heard and my cotton tee shirt being ripped off just at the bottom followed. My wound was immediately exposed to the air and I sucked in a sharp breath as the pain intensified.

    I couldn't see his movement, but I felt him wrap the cloth over my wounded part and pressed his hands on it, probably to stop the blood.

    “You're going to be alright. It is going to be alright” on hearing those words, I managed to open my eyes and stared at him. I was being lifted in the air and his face had that look as if he was in pains and I wondered if the guy had hurt him too.

    With great difficulty, I reached out my hand and traced his face. I wished to remember it well so I can recognize him at first sight in my next life.

     I smiled, as i buried my head in the nuzzle of his neck, inhaling his smell and I couldn't be more fulfilled than that....