PRISONERS

Chapter 58

• Chapter 58 •

The tracker was constantly ringing as I watched over every bodyguard's movements through the map while I was driving down the 10th road, passing by the Channelview and heading towards the Old River, where I would dump Elliot's dead body. The Alpha team was located at The Woodlands, about a 4-5 hour drive away, meaning they wouldn't be home before me. Harry was the bigger deal but thankfully, he was with Rocket and 4 more bodyguards at Missouri City and with all the traffic on the 90th, it would take them a lot of time to return. The one's stressing me out the most were Bon and Cobra. As their little orange dots moved around the screen through the Galena Park, I could feel the anticipation and anxiety eating me alive at the possibility of them returning to the hideout before me. If that happens, Cobra might kill me on the spot.

Messages kept popping up on the side of the screen, informing the boss that everyone has been in position. I never replied, unaware of the way Elliot used to talk, I wouldn't want to betray myself. I sped down the road, my hands gripping tightly the wheel, sweat tickling the skin as it rubbed against the leather. Each minute that passed, I was risking everything. You could run away now. If I do that, I will definitely get caught by the borders, there are blocks everywhere and it's daylight, I am not disguised and I have no backup whatsoever. I forgot the phone James gave me back at the hideout, which means I have no contact number to ask for help and I already checked Elliot's phone, he doesn't have 'Crow' in his contact list, which is pretty logical.

Every time I thought of Elliot lying dead at the back of the car, I felt numb. No guilt, no regrets. I killed him cold blood just so I could manage to steal the SUV. I started to imagine him as someone that had a meaning to a third person's life; mother, father, maybe brothers. He was brought into this world so I could take his life with my bare hands. I have murdered people who tried to hurt me, Elliot wasn't one of them, neither was that prostitute. Why is it so difficult for me to feel anything else besides numbness? Am I really that hollow as Harry says? 'We are so the same', he said. I believe he is totally right. Maybe staying with Harry all this time it has turned me into a heartless monster, like him. But what if I'm worse than him?

I tried to push away all the cluttering thoughts clouding my mind with all my might but it wouldn't work. Doubts started crawling in my blood, making my skin prickle and goosebumps to arise all over. I had to squint my eyes over the bright sun blinding me through the glass, tears appearing unwillingly. If I'm trying to run away from the monster called Harry Styles, I have to be strong. It's not that I don't have feelings for this hurt, cruel man but I am afraid I will end up dead beside him. He has always been protective and too aggressive but that vulnerable, soft side he showed me yesterday was like an awakening. Am I doing the right thing by leaving back a person that all he is asking for, is love?

Surrounded by dark figures of trees painted through the infinite blue of the sky, I felt small. Too small and useless to accomplish something as loving Harry. I pressed harder on the gas, the strong feeling of fear taking over me. Racing by the other cars, all I could think of was what is going to happen if Harry gets back before I do. The questions and the doubts will eat me alive. I will be beaten to death, maybe strangled or even burned alive like he did to those innocents maids. Will he spare my life? I don't think so.

Speeding down the right highway and following the East Fwy, I could sense my body getting prickly. With my eyes focused ahead, I felt incredibly cold and numb when I saw Elliot standing between the trees, staring at me with mist floating all over his figure. I blinked, my mouth dry, heart pounding louder than before. I kept staring at him as I drove until I passed him by but when I checked the reaverview mirror he wasn't there. I looked at the back seat, terrified. No. This is just my mind playing tricks with me. Elliot is dead and he is in the back of the car. I killed him. There is no way he is alive. I saw him blow his last breath, I saw his eyes roll back and I saw the blood running down the corner of his lips.