THIRTEEN
Lana Del Rey | Lust for life
"W-Wait s-stop." I swiftly hopped off the counter scurrying away grabbing the towel off the floor, attempting to wrap it around me as I ran out the room.
I know he will cause me more suffering for running out on him, but I don't have it in me to care. My achievements gone, a innocent women was murdered in front of me because of me, kidnapped to live with him across the world.
Reign didn't chase after me, I didn't know where to go, until I ran into a hard chest knocking me off my balance.
Hands caught me from falling, "s-sorry I-I didn't see you." I whispered not moving my eyes from off the ground.
A manly chuckle spoke, "No need to apologise, Ami." A voice so familiar a strong British accent, I looked up involuntarily creasing my brows. Charlie? The guy from the club.
"I'd," I anxiously started taking a couple steps back, I noticed him checking me out since I'm almost half naked.
"I want to ask you something obvious but it looks like your in a rush to be somewhere. I'll see you around Ami." He smoothly winked at me walking away. I took a needed deep breath in, comprehending what just took place. Is he also a criminal? Does he work for Reign?
I'll be lucky if he doesn't kill him just for looking at me all flirty, but then again I ran out the room in just a towel. My fear aroused like I needed to puke, my panic senses tingled like it's attached to his heinous mind.
I refused to turn around to see him standing there just simply watching me. What did he hear? Even though nothing was really said. Should I run for it? Water clouded my eyes, my pupils blurry but not a single tear fell. I looked right at the stairs adjacent from me leading right to the front door.
"Reign I'm s-sorry." I cried out glancing at him over my shoulder.
"... Nyet you can run my beautiful Ami, I won't stop you, you know that you are my whole world hm?"
... a smirk so sinister crossed his handsome face, "Let that pretty mind of yours run wild, Imagine the things I will do to you if you ever think about leaving me. You belong to a powerful man, I will always find you."
That gut wrenching cry for help was itching at my throat, I finally made my stop at hopelessness. I've spent months trying not to believe it, but it's finally making its debut by settling within me.
However I swallowed my terror, placing my hand on my stomach in thought of protecting my baby.
"Fuck you, you'll never have me." I spat out, mustering up all my disgust for him and I ran. Out the front door, into cold dark air, and only a towel. The guards watching me run but not moving a inch. I was bare foot in the wet grass, running for my life.
I stopped at the tall gate that's made out of grey brick, I was heavily panting holding tight onto my towel.
"Open the gate!" I yelled at the guard with tears rushing down my face but he looked past me. I looked behind me, Reign standing a few feet away with a stoic expression, his hands in his pockets completely calm and collected. One nod was sent for the guard before he set his sights on me, not saying a word but testing me with his eyes.
I ran out as soon at the gate opened, tree's went on for miles. I continued running, holding onto a little hope that there's has to be light at the end of this.
Reign is no doubt going to kill me. The many warnings he gave me are filling up to my mental capacity, he'll just have to find me first. I don't know he just might — but I'll take my chances knowing I put up a fight, for me and my unborn baby.
I finally made it out the woods onto a isolated road, and by a miracle a car was driving by. I have zero options, so I quickly swallowed my pride, and put my thumb out in hopes they will stop. I'm praying this won't come back to bite me in the fucking ass.
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"Sweet—heart?" I blinked awake as the floral decor prints and wooden furniture became clearer. There's an elderly lady stood besides my stretched out form holding a food tray.
I sat up fully dressed in a long night gown, running a hand through my matted hair, taking in my surroundings. "What— what am I doing here?"
The stranger shoved a tray of English breakfast in my lap then she sat at the foot of the bed.
"I'm lydia your in the country side in my home." She kindly smiled at me. I glanced down at the delicious looking food and coffee. "Don't worry enjoy the cuppa, eat up don't be shy."
I brought the cup to my lips, "I'm Amina thank you for helping me." I whispered raspy.
Lydia continued, "I was driving home and saw ya' in only a towel, I figured you were another hooker — I drove up and saw you looked just about desperate for a ride. Like you were running from someone or something possibly?"
I remained quiet playing in my breakfast with the fork.
"You my love were absolutely gutted so you cried all night didn't utter a word, forgetting to tell me where I needed to take ya', so that was that." Another moment of silence.
"Ah, your not much of a talker, that's alright I'm an old lady living on this farm and it's looks like you just about have no where to take your little arse."
"I'm pregnant, and y-your right I have no where to go I'm uh — I'm afraid and alone." I rushed out avoiding her eyes until she reached out to rub my shin area.
The kind lady sent another smile my way and simply said, "congratulations on your blessing."
I instantly began to tense up, it's clear she can see I'm starting to feel more uncomfortable. "I'm sure your heard the saying, there's more to what meets the eye." I nodded in response.
"I'll be on the field feeding the animals I'm waiting for ya' to join me, fresh air is good. "
Lydia got up opening up the Parisian style windows letting in the sun, then heading out the room.
I drunk the rest of the coffee placing the food to the side, I get out the squeaking wooden bed to look out the window. Lydia indeed did live on a farm, she fed her goats, she also had horses near by, with a couple cows inside a fence, and of course chickens.
A small smile grew on my face taking in my current environment. I can get used to this setting I feel at peace with no worry — but how can I forget? I'm involved with a man who operates the entire cruel world of Russia's organised crime. The only way one can run such a ghastly business is to have enough power over a government from the US to the UK. I'm not safe anywhere.
Blood will be spilled, I'm still growing to accept what is becoming of my life, I just may eventually die trying to run from Reign.
Lydia waves at me from the window brightly inviting me to come over, my face hardens in fear as I'm mortified that it hits me. This poor lady is now a dead person walking again because of me.
Tears form around my eyes, "I'm so sorry," I croaked whispering to my self for her.
These upcoming chapters are going to take a huge turn for the bad or somewhat good ...
Enjoy!