Lauren POV
Still standing in that position, I see him rise to his feet, even the catwalk likes the way he moves.
He commands authority that anyone who stares creep in fear. It's the first time I'm seeing him facial, it always the rumors.
I lower my head in distress as everything fades and all I wish for is death.
However, I feel something warm wrapping me under the florescent lights and when I lift my head again, it's him.
He has taken off his coat to cover me in it. His hands buttons me up as I quiver.
"I don't like my things in display" he mutters and shock steals the last breath in me.
He considers me a 'thing'. Now I can see his eyes under that hat. Brown, and that death stare melts my skin.
My lips part softly as Lena releases the chain binding me to the pillar. I still hug the pillar as that's my support because my legs hurt.
She stands beside me, her cheeks red as I can tell she wish to be in my shoes now as the infamous Dante castillo decides to chose me.
His smoke makes me choke as it hovers around my face. It's as though he reads me and he spat it out, on Lena's shoe, the exact place her flesh shows.
She wince and shakes it off as it burns her flesh. There's no emotion written on his face.
He then walk pass me and my eyes follows him as he signs a cheque and toss it at stepmom's face.
Either way, I'm not dying now, not until I'm able win father's legacy back and rather than being a prey in this man's hand, I'd use him for an advantage.
He returns again and I know this time, it's to take me away. I can't even walk except leaping behind him which I attempt to do.
Surprisedly, he carries me in his arms, yanking my body closely to his and my arc on his chest.
I feel his heartbeat, every ouch of his body, his cologne on the coat I wear and his hot breath that fans me.
Even if I'm familiar with every looks and corner in this hall, in his arms, the place appears strange to me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, anxious and toppled with fear.
"Let's get home first, darling"
My troubled mind goes blank and I'm only staring at his eyes now. Even his voice begs to be heard again.
Even if it's a lie, even if it's a dream, I wish to lay my head for while. Subconscious, I place my head on his chest, breathing hard and I pass out in his arms.
***
"Run!"
"He's coming"
A subtle whistle blows as my feet kiss the cold earth, while I race through the alley.
Fear becomes my driving force as I keep turning backwards only to see him few step away.
That grin, that gesture and those eyes, like the devil in disguise.
"Run darling, you can never escape me"
His voice no longer calmer but cold and menacing like he'd blow off my head with the gun in his hand.
I accidentally kick my leg against a trash bin and fall to the granite stones.
My body stiffens as I spur my eyes open, jerking only to realize I'm on a cozy bed, covered in blankets and soak in sweat.
It's a nightmare. It feels so real and goosebumps are still on me. My feeble eyes wakes to reality and I discover I'm in a luxurious room.
Wearing a different outfit, pyjamas, my fingers rubs my forehead and the feel of something wrap on it makes me know it's bandage.
He didn't dress me did he because I can't recall what transpired after passing out.
Sweet fragrance baths this room but nothing beats the smell of coffee and freshly baked bread which lingers in the room.
My head throbs with ache as my nose traces the smell of my imagination.
There it is, I see it, a tray beside my bed post, housing breakfast. I'm too startled to even want to eat.
The memory of yesterday bugs me, languorously, I rise from the bed only to quake at the sound of gun shot.
I widen my eyes, trying to bury my fear as I must have seen worst than just a sound.
Hastily, I tiptoed towards the bow window to take a look.
Spotting him from a far distance isn't difficult as he's outstanding.
He's at a field, opposite where I stand and certainly having fun with whatever he's doing with a pistol.
I fold my fist watching him hit the target perfectly.
I want to learn. I want fire at them, I want to be feared. Hastily, I turn to pace out of the room, but unfortunately, I'm locked.
Damn it.
Despite my twist and turns on the doorknob, it's to no avail.
My feet scurries to the bow window as I hit it, wishing to get out. Why would he look me up like a pet?
I needed his attention at least and so I move to carry the lamp stand to bang the window.
Nothing. It's like its sound proof here because I'm only fooling myself. I want to come out, to negotiate.
That way, I stay alive, I don't still know his plans and his nice act is a brewing storm.
The lamp gets damaged and it drops from my hand, causing me to bleed.
I hate myself, I'm so weak, that's why I'm trampled upon.
He suddenly turns to look at me with that pistol and aims at me. I didn't get to see his face properly as my eyes looks at is the gun in his hand.
I froze immediately, throwing my hands in the air and gasping.
I just pissed him off.
He shoots at me and I quickly duck, crouching to the floor, pertrified.
I become hypersensitive and didn't even know when I crawl to the walk in closet to hide.
My palms covers my ears nonsensically, as I shake my head.
I hate that sound, not when I had to witness my mother being shot in my presence, my little sister suffers the same fate and now it's me.
"Come out princess"