U Imagine

Lost With Him IV

@flowerfilleddreams

*Disclaimer: Sensitive topics such as extortion and death may be depicted in this chapter along with obscene words and certain romance that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

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A few hours earlier...

Y/N's POV:

I had to sit down across from Mr. Almo who's busy talking about his figures and expensive tastes that I loose interest and think about the what happened last night.

Remember Wani. Remember Wani. Remember Wani.

Is Wani someone I know?

"So as I was saying..." Blah, blah old man. I could care less about what you're trying to say. What am I even doing here still with him? Why do I need to be here if that wrench of a boss Mistress Roja is gone?

"Oh I have to go!" I say fast and get up to rush myself out the small café and the chime from the welcoming bell bangs against the door.

I start to dash towards the street as I could feel Mr. Almo chasing after me.

I know that Mistress Roja sealed a deal out of him making me into his slave, however she wasn't around since the past few days and I've  called the cops on her and they say they don't know where she is only to call in Mr. Almo.

Honestly I've been on the run from him but he always found me and threatens me with marriage.

Today was the day he wanted me to sign the contract.

Just as I thought that I was going to dodge him forever, a truck also runs at full speed towards me.

And before I knew it lights flashed and I felt myself getting lighter and painless until the weight of gravity crushed me down.

I lay helpless as I count onto the painfully disturbed nerves that kept me going. I see Mr. Almo looking lost and helplessly clinging onto his head.

Then I blink a few more times before I see it all happen outside of my body.

I'm lying, blood on my head, scratches on my arms and legs, inert near the truck responsible.

I see a few more flashing lights, red, white yellow, and blue crowd the congested streets as I wait to see what happens.

Within the next ten minutes, the ambulance prepares me, locking my neck down with a brace and strapping me to a stretcher.

Meanwhile the cops talk to the truck driver and a few witnesses to see what happens.

Now...

During this time of being lost and looking at my pathetic form I see a man approach me.

He feels familiar as if I've seen him before.

"How have you been?" He asked.

"Wani?" I questioned and he bobs his head up and down with a smile. "So you're the one who chased Mistress Roja out of her house?"

He nods again and I laugh, "Honestly, you spooked me out when I was alive," I cry to myself, "Am I gone for good?" I ask him and he puts a hand on my shoulder, "It's up to you. If you want to live here or come with me it's all up to you." I look into his eyes and I see warmth and comfort that I wanted since I was a child.

I wanted someone to care for me without any selfishness to keep me chained and locked up to conditions.

For once in my life, I wanted unconditional love and I look back at my sleeping body.