Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.34

Rachel.

I could feel that I was being shifted from one place to another by someone. But still I couldn't really make out what was really happening with me. But now I was on a even place and there wasn't anymore of transferring or shifting.

The pain surging through my body makes me feel weak and it feels as if I am going to succumb to my wound any moment.

But wait! Was there any wound?

I only remember Remo knocking me down with his gun and the rest is just vaccum. Why the hell did he knock me out? We where actually at Sam's wedding. I remember being her Maid of honor. I even have a vague memory of walking down the aisle with Remo by my side. And when I give it a harder shot the last thing I remember is Remo holding me close to his chest and we dancing to the music.

But after that, it's all just a haze. Nothing else. The siren blowing at a distance, people at the wedding shouting in the background, Sam running towards us, Dada pulling out his gun. It all just seem to be a nightmare.

But even the slightest of it is to be true. Then I am dead. I am so dead for sure. Because if Remo has knocked me out, then it means that he knows my truth, and if he is to know my truth, he'll not spare me. And on top of that to add to my misery, he is going to screw not only me but also my loved ones.

I suddenly wake up gasping for air.

No! No! No!

This can't be happening. This so can't be happening!

Wait.

Let's take this slow and steady. Let me contemplate the situation one by one.

To light myself may I ask the question, where the hell am I right now?

Good heavens. When I turn around I find myself in a king sized bed with nothing but a white T-shirt covering my naked self. What the....?

I am now in a room unknown to my own existence. I swear that never in my life have I come to this place not even in my dreams. On seeing a window I rush to it for a better view and to allocate my present self.

What lay before my eyes just blinds me. I was now in a room nearly 50 feet high from the sea level. The house or building or to be more blunt the place in which I was under house arrest was far away from any civilization. It was surrounded by water on all sides. I couldn't make out anything expect for sea stretching on all the four sides. However, hard I tried to look for a trace of humanity I got nothing but water.

God! Where am I? Which part of the God forsaken place is this?

If Remo knew about my plan then he would have definitely been my executioner without the wink of an eye. Then why? What was he exactly planning to do with me?

Torture me? Torture me, till I beg him for mercy killing. Or worst just leave me in this doomed place to rot to death? No! No!

What does all these actions of his imply?

As if answering all my thoughts running through my mind at the tremendous velocity of a thunder, the door to my room opens. I can't make much of the silhouette but as it moves closer and closer, light dawns upon me.

Mr. Remo Falcone, the Capo of San Francisco was standing in front of me in all his might and glory.

Unlike me, he was clad in his tux. And was looking handsome as ever.

Really Rach? Snap out of it.

"What is this Remo?" I finally raise the question running in my mind like a never ending marathon.