The tap on the window got louder and louder until it was a painful cry that needed to be unleashed. I was lying on the floor lifeless. Breathless. That was until the door was barged open. Police officers with guns ran through the door. Checking every room, yelling 'Clear' as they made sure there was nothing in each of the rooms they checked. Of course they wouldn't find anything here, my capturer was long gone. He left me hours ago to die, lying in the dark room at the end of the hallway. On the floor, bleeding, beaten, dead - almost dead.
"On the floor!" Instantly I had about seven officers carrying guns surrounding me. This was the first time in my life I truly felt hope. Hope that someone out there really was looking out for me. My life at that point felt like it was worth living. I had been running for so long that I had forgotten what it felt like to be cared for. I was the only one who managed to survive. My only love and best friend was dead. He died protecting me.
"Miss, Miss? Can you hear us?" One of the officers shone a light in my eyes, I flinched slightly.
"She's alive" I heard a few sighs of relief throughout the room. I tried moving but I physically couldn't move a single bone in my body. I struggled blinking let alone moving. I heard moving and shuffling before more people barged in through the door. I tried listening to their conversation and I made out words like 'suffocate' and 'hospital'. They were right I had been suffocated along with other ways to torture me. No matter what they did to me I refused to give any information out.
I'm going to start from the beginnng of this story involving Money, Power and running. Running away from the people who want me dead.
2 Years Ago...
My aunt shot me a glance of pure sympathy and something else which I couldn't work out. It seemed like she was hiding something.
"I'm sorry honey, we have no idea where they have gone" This was not the first time my aunt had told me my parents were missing. I just chose not to believe it. I mean who would want my parents. Sure they were rich but who would want two producers ... My thoughts were interupted by a knock on the door. I went to answer it. But when I opened the door I was met with nothing. Odd? I turned around to find my aunt on the floor with two men standing over her grinning evilly. My heart sped up as I realised what was going on. My eyes went wide. They had a knife to her throat.
"Any last words to you neice before I plunge this into your throat?" I felt my legs start to shake. I was about to witness a death. My aunts head slowly nodded.
"Alli, you're on your own now. Your parents were murdered. You have people after you, they want your money. You need to run!" I was still stood in shock. "RUN!" she screamed. And within that second the knife that was in his hand was plunged into my aunt's throat. Her eyes went wide as she collapsed on the now blood-stained floor.
The first word that went through my mind was RUN. I ran upstairs to grab my backpack my aunt had packed for me a few weeks ago, she told me it was in case I got into trouble. I think now im going to need it. I grabbed it and went the way out the house my dad showed me. Out the window. I opened the window just as I heard footsteps running after me. I barely had time to think before I lept out the window. I landed on my feet, which was very painful and ran towards the Garage. I grabbed the keys to my dads car and drove. Drove to wherever I got taken next...
|Ariana Grande||as Alli / Tara|