Hope
I put my foot on the accelerator to speed up my car through the empty road. ‘Thunder’ by Imagine Dragons was blaring through the speakers of my Porsche. I had just crossed the borders of Texas and was speeding my way inside the city.
I checked the map on my brand new phone once more to make sure I was going the right way. It showed I would reach my wanted destination in just two more hours.
I could not help but notice the calmness and relaxation that had suddenly covered my heart. This was a feeling that I had not experienced in five years. And right now, I felt like I had just accomplished the biggest task of kindness that had ever been given to me.
Like I had just saved a life.
Mine.
Three days ago, I had left North Carolina and five years of torture behind. And since then, I was on a run, trying to make sure that the army of monsters somehow left me unharmed.
Now you would think why would a girl living in North Carolina, moreover driving a Porsche would try to make herself look like a torture victim so pathetically.
So let us clear the story now. My story.
See, at the age of twenty, where nobody else was even thinking about if they would be getting employment or not, because of my hard work and determination, I was set to score the highest marks in the university.
My parents had gotten killed just a year ago in a car accident, so I was doing my best to live a life that my parents would have been proud of.
They had always said that I was their hope. I was the ray of sunshine that had lit up their lives since the day of my arrival in the world. This is why they had named me the feeling that they had gotten after seeing me for the first time- Hope.
I had a super hot, and rich Italian boyfriend whose family owned a business so large, it was hard to keep the track of their properties.
I was in love with him. He was the man who made me see stars in broad daylight with the love that he showered upon me.
On the day of graduation, he proposed to me for marriage. I was happy on top of the world that day.
I had felt like this was it! This is what the rest of my life is going to look like. This is how much happy I am going to be with this man. My Ethan.
I agreed to marry him. We got married the next month in a beautiful ceremony with his parents and some close relatives present there to congratulate us.
The first three months were heaven. As the fourth one started rolling around, I realized how big of the puddle of mud it was that I had gotten myself stuck into.
Slowly, the people associated in business with my husband, and his parents started coming around our house.
Strange people.
People with guns, and bodyguards, and gangs with hockey sticks and knives tied to them.
And then I realized- I had just fucked up my entire life.
And not the nice kind of people with all those things.These people were not nice in any way. They did not even look like people. In fact, they looked like the incarnation of Satan, but with nice clothes and branded watches.
I crossed the distance between Ethan and me, grabbed his shoulder from behind, and pulled him off Stella’s body.Stella stumbled back on her feet from the impact but caught herself from falling.
The loud voice of a horn pulled my attention back to the present. I had just stopped my car outside of the address that the GPS was showing, and although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residential area, all the lights were off of the home that I was standing outside at.
Instead of answering me, he waited for a couple of seconds, making me feel self conscious as hell. And then he nodded his head at me and took a step backward, inviting me in.“Thank you.” I mumbled in a low tone and quickly went ahead to stand in front of the coffee counter.The mysterious beauty man walked around the counter and started to prepare the coffee.Even though I did not want to appear as some desperate, horny, cringing woman, unknowingly my gaze kept going back to look at him.The way he looked, it was impossible to imagine him as a barista. But anyway, who was I to judge a person?“Your taste?” his voice had me almost fall down on the ground in shock.&ldquo
I got back home with uncle. He did not know that I was married or I had runaway.So when he asked the reason for my visit I told him that I was planning on changing cities for a fresh start and was thinking of settling somewhere near Texas.
The sound of bells chiming snatched my attention. I turned my head to see uncle Vincent walking inside with a carry bag in his hands, his eyes on us."What are you both doing?"
The burly man turned around instantly and went away. My eyes were searching here and there. Trying to catch anybody's eyes that would save me, or at least alert the local police.I did not know who these men were. Or actually, I did.
Turned out, Max had called the cops.When he was on the call earlier, he had called the police. When the police had arrived, Max and the police had greeted each other like long known best friends.