Buttons And Lace .

Under Control.

" Why are we going to a bridal design showroom? "

He didn't answer me , but somewhere deep inside I had a fear that I probably knew the answer to my own question.

" We are getting married"

I nearly lost my legs. He is got to be joking.  This is my life .
But his eyes weren't like joking. They were dead serious and he looked at me.
Deep.
And I could feel it. He was going to get us married and there is probably nothing I could do to stop it.

" What.. No..You gotta be kidding me , I don't wanna get married to you . No..."

He looked at me as if he dared me.

" Well ,..this isn't up for discussion."
There it was , his final stroke. No more discussion and he had made the decision. No one alive yet had performed the feat of outliving his decision.
And I was a nobody.

" What do you mean , I have come this far . Only so that you won't hurt my mom . I don't even know you and you want me to get married to you ?"

" See , I like you , okay. I just love you so much that I am not letting you go anywhere. And it's time we registered our relation. Hence , getting married"

" What .. register our relation. Will you  mind telling me what our relationship  exactly means . I don't even know you in the first place , you saw me and you tell me that you like me ,you appear uninformed in places I go ,stalking me , sending me unwanted gifts, barging into my classroom and making everyone believe that I am your girlfriend and you have blackmailed me into coming to London with you and I am all here, I don't even know what I'm going to do with my life, as in my career and  you asking me to get married to you just like that. And I also think you expect me to say yes to that, don't you?"

His black orbs turned dark and he was giving me a cold and intense stare , something that sent shudders through me . His stares could do havoc .

I was a nervous wreak .

" Look ,I know that this is exhausting for you ,but when everything in my life is meant to come easy , it is a bit difficult for me to feel different with you and I agree that I brought you here by force , but we are getting married and this is over."

" No ,this isn't over . I am getting the hell outta this place and you are not going to do anything about this "

As soon as the words left my mouth , I punched him hard on his face and then kicked him hard on his groin. As soon as I had distracted him , I ran out of the place .

People were sending me weird glances and then I pushed hard on a flower shop tripping over and fell on the road crushing over some dahlias .
The florist gave me a hard glare and was about to say something when I stoop up , limping.
" I am sorry , I didn't mean to , but I am running from a guy who kidnapped me. Could you please tell me the way to the airport or railway station ."  I asked gasping for air .

" Lady the airport is an hour drive from here . But the police station is near by. Or if you want there is a bus stop half a mile from here . Take the road , north west."

Thanking him , I ran again. There were stores on the side of the road.

I got to the road and ran . I kept on running until I practically felt all the air pushed out of my lungs .

I was in some place , away from the store
It was an open area , surrounded by high raise ,old buildings.
I calmed down a little , sensing that I was far away from him .
I walked until I saw a highway.

I wanted to ask a lift and reach the police station .
Or maybe I can reach the airport straight from here , because I don't know his influence in London .

This guy owns a private jet , funds Crawford, certainly he is rich and if I was unfortunate enough then he might have police influence too.
I cannot risk that though , how am gonna book tickets and reach NY.

Wait ...I have my credit card..this jacket has my credit card in it .

I checked my inside pocket for the credit card I put in nearly a week ago ,when I and Chloe went shopping for Crawford.

Don't blame me , the week's been pretty crappy for me .
After taking it out of the inner pocket , I slid into the front one.

I walked for nearly half a mile but I couldn't find any taxi.

What is this place again ...?!

God help me out of this crap ..I will be sure enough to move my lazy ass outta the couch and visit church every Sunday .

I think God just listened to my prayers, there was a police patrol car.
It was approaching and I saw it screeching and coming to a halt near me.

The driver rolled the glasses down and looked at me.

" Sir can you please help me out, I think I am lost . Please can you drop me to the nearest airport."

" sure mam. Get in "

We reached the airport in another twenty minutes.
I got out of the car . Thanking him, I walked inside the airport .
There was a queue Infront of the desk and I stood there. I held the credit card in my hand and was ought to do anything to get the hell out of here before that Aaron fucking Buttons finds me.

" Mam , how may I help you ?"
The lady at the desk inquired me , with a sweet smile.

" I would like to book tickets to New York, it's an emergency " I rattled out.

' sure mam , give us two mins , excuse me '

She received a call and stepped aside , I looked around and saw people gawking at me . 
What..
I turned around and gave some of them glares , so they would mind their own business.
I turned back to the desk and the lady was back to her position.
" Mam , can you show me your passport?"

Then it dawned upon me.
Passport.
I am not in America anymore. I need a fucking passport to get outta here.

" Sorry , I don't have it with me. I am .. I "
I trailed along unable to find a word .

As I was searching my vocabulary to find a sentence which would mean that I was kidnapped without actually delivering anything grave, I heard a commotion at the entrance.

Then suddenly the guards at the door moved and Officers moved towards the door , people on either sides split as if making a way for someone.

Albeit the ruckus , I couldn't quite see , who it was immediately , but gradually everything became more clearer .
And I started losing my grip on sanity.

What.....no...

' Waiting for me , love ? C'mon let's get out , shall we?'