114.
Vera’s POV.
Gosh! I thought today would be a normal day but no. It’s far from normal.
All the time I was at the company, practicing, I kept on receiving strange calls from a restricted number.
I wonder who that could be. Whenever I pick up the call, the person on the other side will not speak, making the silence stretch and echo in my ears.
I felt scared. Of course, my assistant noticed it too.
“What’s wrong, Vera?” He had asked.
“Nothing, Connor. I just don’t know who the heck has been calling me.” I told him.
Connor tried to check the number but, literally, he couldn’t reach it.
“Don’t bother about it. I think it’s a wrong number or something.” I feigned indifference, clasping the phone from him.
Or something…that’s what my mind kept telling me. But what in Hell’s name could that ‘something’ be?
Suddenly, I regretted not coming here today with Brown. I sneaked out when I figured Andrei was with David.
So I drove here by myself.
Now, I guess I’m wrong.
Recieving those strange calls spiked my insides with dread, my head pretzeling nonstop.
When the work hours elapsed, Connor came to me, saying.
“I have a date tonight.”
“Really?” I asked, my voice muffled.
I wanted him to take me home tonight but that seemed impracticable when he said he had a date.
Though he would have insisted on taking me home if I had voiced it out I didn’t want to ruin his plans for him.
“Yes, boo. And guess who that is?” He chirped, rolling his eyes dreamily while his face turned beet red.
“Bruce?” I joked.
“Omigod, Vera!” He admonished, still blushing. I sure knew he had eyes for Bruce. That’s why I pulled his legs with it. “Bruce isn’t a bi-sexual. I wouldn’t mind accepting him if he is though.” He intoned.
“I knew it.” I grinned, lifting my shoulders a bit. “Who is it if it’s not him then?”
“My one nightstand…appears the dude wants to take things seriously.”
Now, that got my brows kicking up. “Does one nightstand turn into serious dates?”
“Apparently, that’s the case for me.”
“Oh. That sounds like a hot date then. You should get going.”
I dismissed him, watching as he skated away with apparent delight on his face. Well, the instant he left my fear surged back with force as the restricted number called again.
RESTRICTED, kept flashing across my screen, my fear blooming.
“He…llo.” I managed to mutter but no sound came from the other side again, save for silence.
I signed out of the company and pranced into the night sky, darkness looming around, arousing chills on my skin, and fear inside me.
My phone kept blaring, the sounds telling me something was wrong. I sink my hand into my clutches and get my car keys.
“Woah!” I exhale as I squeeze into the driver’s seat and shut the door.
I feel more secure here. I mean no one can actually hurt me in here, right?
For a moment there, the thought stuck in, making sense to me. I’m safe in my car. That’s until I shove my key into the ignition, aiming to bring the engine alive.
My efforts seem futile, much to my disappointment. What the heck could be the cause?
I mean, this is my Audi and just yesterday Mr. Brown took it to the mechanic and got it serviced.
“Huhhhh.” I low roar escapes my lips. I slouch over the seat, my hand resting on my temples and my eyes shut as I think of what to do.
Fuck it, nothing comes to mind.
With an irritated sigh, I tug my hands away from my temples. I try to get out of the car but my eyes land on the piece of paper tucked under my windshield.
“What could that be?” I ask myself, watching the yellow paper, glaring at me with red eyes, and red ink.
Lump pools in my throat, making it impossible to breathe. I grab a hold of my bag, slip out of the car, and walk to the windshield, my legs threatening to give out.
Carefully lifting the stick, I pick up the paper, and staring at me is the word…
RESTRICTED
Gasps, pants, I let the paper escape my hold and waver to the floor.
I dart a look around the parking lot and find no one.
My car ain’t working.
The place is lonely.
I can’t stay here.
On a whim, my feet are taking me out of the lot in fast strides, my blood cold.
I guess I made a hell of a mistake because as I dashed into the dark empty street, I saw the silhouette of three men padding towards me.
“You running pretty?” One of them drawls as they step closer.
“Uhhh…” I whimper with a heavy heart, begging my feet to hurry faster.
It starts with fast strides…
That’s the instant I called David.
“Daddy…please help me. I don’t know who…I don’t know who these men are…”
My heart is roaring I can’t even make a coherent sentence.
He was still talking when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hmmm…” I tremble, terror a vise on my inside as I end the call.
“Who do you think you’re calling?” The man asks, his face showing under the glow of the street light.
“Who are you?” I bark, wanting to hide the shivers of fear roping my body.
“Someone that’ll give eternal rest with some good fuck.”
Hearing that, I am drenched in fear.
Rape.
They want to rape me.
I deflate from his grip quickly, I swear I don’t know where the strength seeped in from.
And just as quickly, I tear a race away from the men.
But who the fuck am I kidding, thinking I can run away from three huge men? I think to myself, my mind laughing at my pathetic attempt to run away.
I keep running even as my feet crumble, wanting to melt on the floor. The adrenaline fueling my insides gives me support that I didn’t even pause to grimace when my toe hit the gravel.
I keep running, marching the asphalt with force while my vision begins to blur with the tears stinging my eyes.
Unfortunately for me, my race ended when I arrived at the end of the street where there was a chain-link gate, stopping me from moving to the other side.
Fuck!
I frantically scan my eyes over the gate, wanting to know if I can climb it and make my escape but the men gained in on me, crowding me.
Stinking.
Smiling.
Running their lips over their lower lips.
“Please…” I stutter, shrinking back. “Let me go. Please I promise to give you money…”
One of them tsk.
“Oh, c’mon, we’ve been paid.”
“I’ll triple it,” I beg, my tears finding a means to escape from my eyes.
“Nah. I choose your hot body over…some cash. I mean we already have enough. Right guys?” The one on a hat says, looking at his pals who nod.
“More than enough.” They croon in unison, glaring at me with hungry eyes.
In an instant, their feet step closer as they enclose my space with their bodies.
“No…wait…” I snap as the hat one quickly rips my bag from me and drops it on the ground.
“Will you be a good girl? Or do you want force? I mean I like it when a girl refuses so I can force her and make her feel more pain.” The hat one says lowly.
I shake my head, crying silently as he circles my throat with his hand and drags me toward him.
My feet leave the ground as he pulls me up, tightening his hold on my neck.
I choke, my lungs screaming for some air.
I clasp his hand, wanting to push him away but he doesn’t budge.
“Ahh…” I scream when he slams me onto the floor with force, stars falling into my vision.
The men begin to mount on me, unbuckling their zipper and belt.
I know this is the end for me.
I’ll be raped. Not only that, they will kill me.
Someone has paid them to do so.
The hat one steps between my legs, widening my thighs as he lowers himself.
Vomit claws my throat as I sight his cock, beading with wetness.
I squeal as he pushes my panties aside, holding his cock to pull in.
That’s when I did it. I spit on his eyes, making him growl and cussing.
He orders his pals to arrest my hands and they rush to my side, holding me captive.
The moment he readies himself again to push into me, I hear the rattling sound of gunshot!
My eyes widen as the hat man drops dead onto my thighs, blood flooding around me.
“Hmm…Omigod!” I scream, watching as the other guys try to fight the stranger with a gun and balaclava over his face.
The stranger steps close, looking quite lean, and shoots the rest of the guys.
One manages to escape but with a wound on his thigh.
The other drops dead on the floor.
I still find it hard to understand what’s going on and why the strange man saved me when he quickly storms close to me.
That’s when I see that eyes…
Those silver eyes look way too familiar.
“Who…” I’m still struggling to speak, overwhelmed by those Silver eyes, I can attribute to one man I knew from when I was still a child, when a car’s headlights shine on us.
Speedily the man looks from over his shoulder and cusses when he sees David coming out of his car and rushing towards us.
“Fuck!” He croaks, staring at me one last time, burning those silver eyes on me.
“Get away from her!” David barks, rushing close.
Swiftly, the man leaves my hand, hastens to the chain-linked gate, and climbs on it, jumping to the other side.
I look at David wondering what the fuck scared the other man…and I see it.
Two guns sit tight on David’s hands.
In a twinkle of an eye, David turns and fires the man…
Too bad, he escaped.
He did.
But those eyes…they keep haunting me.
I thought…those eyes doesn’t exists again?
I thought…they are without life in them?
It can’t be…it fucking can’t be who I’m assuming it is…
My father!
But if it was him…
Why in hell’s name did he run away?
“… did he hurt you, baby? Tell me?” David’s voice pulls me away from my thoughts into harsh reality.
“No…he…didn’t…” I stutter, watching as the man fades into darkness.
I’m sure that’s him.
I’m sure that’s my…father!
To be continued…