EYES OPEN

CHAPTER twelve

Treecie just finished doing her daily chores appointed to her by Derrick inside the Villa.
Simultaneously, Melena (Layla) and Sheila went out to shop and grab a bite to eat. Mel (Layla) still has amnesia and tries to gain normalcy by going along with her fiance's Derrick information.
Which was she and Shiela are besties. But, for some odd reason, she can't quite seem to shake this nagging feeling that something is amiss. Whenever she's around D and Sheila, she can't honestly say she feels that strong of a bond that he told her they have but is trying to go with it because they never gave her any reason to think otherwise, and Melena come and go as she pleases.
Yet she can't seem to shake that nagging feeling and doesn't know what the wrong thing is. She just knows deep in her gut, that it's not adding up.

While the ladies are out shopping and dining, D wants to put Treecie in her place, punishing her for not following the rules during breakfast.
He ain't like the stunt she pulled that could have jogged Layla's memory back.
Even though he wanted to teach her a lesson, D also figured that since Mel's not putting out anytime soon, he wanted to sample some more pussy from Tree.
After all, he is her first and is the only man to ever dig up in her guts. It's as though her pussy has been perfectly crafted just for him.
As Treecie made her way to her room, she was caught off guard by D, who grabbed her from behind, making her shriek.
He growled in her ear,
"That stunt you pulled earlier at breakfast wasn't funny, you think this a game, huh?"
What stunt? I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything!" Treecie replied in a shaky voice, her heartbeat sped rapidly, as the palms of her hands sweated profusely.
Her pupils dilated, and she couldn't breathe properly.
Treecie was scared shitless, her already undiagnosed anxiety issues surging to the forefront.
For a minute there, she thought he'd caught on to what she did to his food this morning.
"You broke a rule!. Didn't I tell you to mind your fucking business around here and to stay away from my bitch?" 
D replied with a sneer as he peered down at Treecie.
His whole MO was to instill fear into her heart.
"Why, can't you seem to listen, huh?" He drawled as he observed her body's adrenaline kick into high gear.
Treecie had about enough of D's shit, hated how he claimed her sister as his bitch, and FINALLY snapped.
"My sister ain't your bitch, and she will never be anything to you. Besides, you aren't your type. She doesn't like shrimp dick little boys who claim to be a man that preys on young girls!"
She then tried her best to break free and fight back! She tried to spin around and went to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. But D anticipated that move and laughed as he grabbed her knee, lifting it, and flipped her little ass onto the bed.
The flip's force made her scream as she landed on her back, dazedly on the soft bed.
Her bed and the pool is the only positive thing in this whole fucked up situation.
But D"s next statement made her beg and pleaded for forgiveness.
"I guess I need to teach your ass a lesson you won't ever forget. I know how tight your pussy is. How bout we see how tight that ass is next?"
D laughed evilly as he pulled out a syringe filled with a milky white liquid.
"No, I am so so sorry! I promise to be a good girl, and I won't talk back to you anymore!
Please don't hurt me!" Treecie begged and pleaded as the tears fell unchecked from her eyes, and without warning, D jabbed the needle into her carotid artery.
Treecie thoughts became cloudy, her vision became blurry, and she lost consciousness.
He climbed atop her small body, pulled her hands above her head, holding both her wrists in one of his hands in a firm grasp. He smelled the scent emanating from her and breathed deeply.
"Mmm," he groaned, "Yesss bitch, we about to have some fun now."
He ran his free hand down her body, and flipped up her skirt, ripped her bikini cut panties to the side.
Just when D decided to have his way with her, his stomach began to rumble, and shooting pains began to race his frame. 
He grabs his belt buckle with one hand and his ass with the other as he hops off of Treecie then hightailed it to the bathroom.
D is caught off guard as he lifts the toilet lid, plops down on the seat after dropping his briefs and pants, then lets loose!
What he did not expect was to be shitting and vomiting at the same damn time.
After some time, D finally passes out face down in a pool of his own vomit, with his shitty ass up in the air.
Treecie comes back to, just long enough to see D run off to the bathroom and mutters to herself
"Thank you, God, for giving Max Kiss the skill to make Ex-lax, as she crawls out of bed, weakly lifts the mattress, and retrieves the two grand she stole along with a passport and fake I.D she found in D's secret stash spot she found while cleaning one day.
Treecie has been here in the Villa on this Island long enough to know the property and Island pretty well.
She chooses to take the back way out of the Villa. She does not want to run into anyone that might be coming back inside.
The back pathway leads to a road. Treecie follows the route to an airport with a small mini-mall within. She decides her best option is to pick up a disguise: a straw hat, dark sunglasses, a Hawaiian wrap dress, a tote bag with a matching wallet that also matches the dress, and black open toe wedges.
As she waits in line, guilt begins to consume her as she thinks about Layla. She wishes more than anything in this world that she could do something to help her escape.
She can't believe Layla really believes that her name is Melena and that D is really her fiance, and that the bitch Sheila is really her fucking friend.
Treecie is pulled from her thoughts from the agent at the window's voice breaks through her reverie, as he asks, "Ma'am, are you okay? You dont look too good! Do you want me to call the authorities so they can take you to the hospital and get you checked out?"
Treecie shakes her head to clear up the cloudiness that keeps flooding her mind and messing with her senses.
"Uh, no! That won't be necessary, Sir!"
Treecie replied nervously as she searches her tote bag for her passport, I.D, and money and hands everything over to the agent.
She saw how much the seat and the accommodations cost, so she gave him a little more than the asking price.
She just wants to hurry things along.
The sooner she is off the Island, the easier it would be for her to breathe.
"I'll be fine once I purchase my first-class, one-way ticket on one of your private jets to Philadelphia.
All I need is to rest my eyes when I'm seated on the plane. By the time that we land, I will be bright-eyed and as good as new! Too much sun here in the tropics."
Treecie giggled, explaining rather convincingly.
The agent viewed her I.D, stamped her passport, then gave her items back to her.
Once she retrieved her things and replaced them in her tote bag, she tipped her hat, smiled at the agent, then was on her way to board the plane. Before she could take another step, she heard her name being called. Making her heart race because no one here knew her name except her captors.
Treecie fixed her face into a scowl and turned around only to find the agent walking towards her.

"Yes, how can I help you?" Treecie asked while holding her breath, anticipating what he would say next.
"You forgot your change, pretty lady," he stated flirtatiously, making Treecie let out a nervous laugh and the breath she was holding in.
"Keep the change, handsome!"
Treecie replied as she tried to turn to walk away, yet again, but he grabs her arm ever so gently.
"I am sorry, but we are not allowed to accept tips, and if I can be honest, I would much rather be able to look you up if I am ever in Philadelphia.
Not on no stalker type of stuff and only if you don't mind!" This woman standing in front of him was a beauty. He just had to shoot his shot!
Treecie was taken aback at his bold approach and gave him a glance over from head to toe.
The guy was not ugly and was nicely built with tattoos on his neck and wrists
She cant see through clothes but wondered where else he was tatted at.

"Sure, if you ever in Philly, feel free to look me up," Treecie replied coquettishly, batting her long-lashed ebony dark eyes at him.
"Will do, F.Y.I. My name and number are written on one of the bills in your change. Feel free to give me a call once you touch down, beautiful!"
"Sure thing," Treecie smiled, then turned around and walked away, finally boarding the private jet.
Treecie still feels the lingering effects of whatever drug D gave her, so she tries her best to act natural as she boards her flight. She takes her seat after placing her tote bag in her lap as she searched for the agent's number on the bill and ripped it to shreds. After what happened between her and D, she now has trust issues and won't take a chance with the agent.
Yeah, he was handsome, and his body looked oh so right.
But she doesn't know him like that. He could be opposition and be working with Sheila and D. She definitely doesn't have time for that.

Once she was settled in her seat and is safely secured by the seatbelt, again, the guilt of leaving Layla behind is hitting her hard. She knows there was nothing she could really do to help free Layla at the moment.
Layla is not a prisoner. She seemed to be enjoying her self with those people.
This is so not over! She promises herself.
Once I get back home and let L and them know what I know, we will get Layla back, reunited with her loved ones, safe and sound, Treecie promised herself upon a broken whisper, wipes, and errant tear.
The plane begins it's take-off and ascends miles high in the

Sheila scrunches up her nose cause the stench was indeed foul in the bathroom.
She went into the linen closet, grabbed two clean washrags (one for his face, one for his body, a towel and some toothpaste and mouthwash, a still packaged toothbrush.
That accomplished, she ventured back into the bathroom.
"I am glad your feeling better, but just so you know, your little play toy has escaped!" She tells her brother in condescension. She has never liked that he had done those sick sadistic things to his plaything.

"FUCK! Man, I gotta go find her. Shorty got some bomb ass pussy yo! Good as that shit is, the bitch fucking  tried to poison me."

"Boy, shut up, you can't find nobody smelling an looking like that!"
Sheila scrunches up her face because all her brother can seem to think about is pussy.
But then again, that's a typical man for you, always thinking with the wrong damn head!

"Besides, she's probably long gone by now. I mean, would YOU pull that type of stunt and still stick around the area of where you were captured? And keep your fucking voice down before Melena overhears your simple Simon looking ass. The fuck you worrying about her little sister pussy for?
You need to be focusing on Mel, dummy,"
Sheila points at him and then out the door for emphasis on Melena.

"After you clean your funky ass the fuck up. I want you to pack every fucking thing up while I call the cleaners to clean this place out. We're relocating!"
She spits her commands rapid fire.
He might be the muscle of the operation, but she's the brains.
They gotta move fast because the whole Philly contingent could descend on the Villa at any moment.

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