§§§§§
"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!"
"Enlighten me."
"Fuck you!"
My legs were free. Mustering the remaining strength I had left, I used all brute force to kick him in the face.
He skillfully swerved me, his hands finding their way to my neck. F...
"Be like a flower, Survive the rain, But use it to grow." -Unknown
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Abruptly shoved into the black car, the door slammed across my face as I laid my head defeatedly against the seat.
Immediately, the car was put to drive as I began staring up at the roof of the car.
I felt a sharp prick and a tight knot in the pits of my throat as pools began to gather under my eyes.
An unwanted tear of fragmented memories spilled down the side of my face as I closed my eyes to welcome the darkness.
Like a never ending montage, reminisces of Ruslan and Olga played in my mind.
From childhood to teens to adulthood, the memories of Olga as my guardian angel came to recollect. Her familiar warmth as she planted a soft kiss on my forehead and the comforting smell of her vanilla scent when she pulls me into her many hugs.
Ruslan's cheerful smile flashed across my mind. Knowing him since we were in diapers, all the way to committing murders together.
His constant need of having to have a drag, no matter the situation and wearing nothing other than black. His everlasting protectiveness and constant nagging of danger and threats always brought a smile to my face.
And now, my last memory shall be of their melancholy faces as I was pulled away from their grasps. Olga's tears rolling down her face and Ruslan's mouth moving inaudibly the further I moved away from them.
That place was home. I grew up in that house, shielded from the world and brought up within the confines of those 4 walls.
"....Miss Pavlova." Igor's voice broke me from a trance like reverie as I opened my eyes and looked at his reflection through the rear view mirror.
"What?" I croaked out. My face fall heavy from the lack of energy as my body becomes numb.
"Ty poryadke*?"
*Are you okay?
Shifting my body forward, I leaned towards the drivers seat and looked directly at Igor.
"Where are you taking me, Igor?" I quipped in a low voice.
He side-eyed me a look before facing the road. "Kamchatka."
Pinching my eyebrows together, I repeated his words. "The club?"
"Yes Miss." Igor retorted in his heavily accented words.
