Killer Sunshine

XIX

For although the young woman seemed unfazed by everything, she wouldn't be minute the man got his hands on her. He regretted having even laid eyes on her that night,  for now she was in danger and it was all thanks to him. He became angry at himself then,  for not being able to get out from his father's clutches, for having so little power, for having allowed himself to be drawn in by the black eyed brown haired girl with an innocent face that had relentlessly tickled his fancy.

It was minute they walked out the doors of the hotel,  her hand in his again as he dragged them out, that the day took a turn. It didn't matter that the winds tried to warn them with their whispering chilling breeze, nor the burning sun rays that tried to burn the danger ablaze, for the minute they entered the car taxi,  what would come to happen, was inevitable.

The driver was but an oblivious man when two cars decided to sandwich his on the road,  causing the car to rattle and shake those that sat within it. The impact startled the three occupants alive, and fear shot straight for Xavier's heart,  for he hadn't expected him to act so soon,  a part of him wondered if whether his father was in on it for he rarely ever believed in coincidences.

Bella sat torpid as the driver tried to get a handle on the car as the other enemy cars seemed without intent to relent. She watched Xavier try to figure out a way to get out of their situation and was quick to get a seatbelt over her for her own safety.

Although the act warmed her heart a little, she could only watch as time seemed to slow down and his body was thrown to the front from the impact, her heart seized at the image, her body painfully jerked forward only to be pulled backwards by the seatbelt,  yet not before her head smashed against the back seat and window to the point it messed with her orientation.

She groaned at the pain then, time all of a sudden back on time as smoke assaulted her nostrils and her ears rung. She tried to pay attention, to blink away the blurriness in her eyes and to see if whether Xavier was okay. Except her senses seemed to be functioning against her, that she could barely do a thing as she felt herself lifted out of the crashed car by unfamiliar hands.

She could barely react to being hauled and thrown in the backseat of another car as her consciousness left her and she was thrown into a rare dreamless dream. The car drove away leaving behind an injured driver and Xavier who was soon taken from the accident by men that worked for his father. Perhaps it was a Romeo and Juliet scene planned by fate as the two were torn into different directions.

The pain in her forehead registered first as she regained consciousness. Then her mind registered the restraints that wrapped around her hands tied to the back of the chair she was seated on. Sin thought them stupid then for having merely restrained just her hands,  despite the tightness of the rope.  She also registered the tape over her mouth as well as the cold in the atmosphere.

She still wore her white sundress that had a little spill of blood on her shoulder and she thought it to have come from her forehead she was certain still had matted dry blood on it. She looked at her surroundings then. She was in a warehouse that had stacks upon stacks of brown bags that looked like cement bags, aside from that, two men sat at a table a distance from her, and as if feeling her eyes on them, one glanced her way only to smirk.

"Right on time" he said getting up from his seat,  alerting the other man of her consciousness, and he also stood up.

Not a second later,  the door a far distance opposite to her, opened up to reveal a handsome middle aged man. She noticed as he came closer, the back mop of curly hair and a trimmed beard with hazel eyes. He wore a black shirt that had a few buttons undone from the top,  and black slacks with shiny black dress shoes, a black suit jacket ontop. He was dressed like the reaper and his eyes were cold as one.