I was left alone by the guys. A sleeping room door was propped open. As she had cooperated, they had not bothered to secure her cell.
If I could only reach the garage, where I knew Mathew had his keys arranged in a row, I could get them. I was finally free to leave the estate once I was in the BMW. If I had to, I’d smash through those fences.
To make my way across the marble entryway floor stealthily, I took up my flats and decided to carry them. It was possible that both Mathew and Nicola were out, but I figured at least one of them would be home. So, Nicola, most likely. Mathew departed often to attend to his business in the city.
I don’t know how I could have forgotten about that whole ordeal. It was clear last night that Matthew and Nicola were criminals, as they had shown their true, vile colors.
I descended the stairs on my tiptoes with no shoes on. I could hear the low rumble of their voices coming from the kitchen as I went downstairs.
They were both here.
My adrenaline was pumping, and my heart was pounding against my ribs. I couldn’t possibly escape their powerful grasp. To get away from them would be impossible.
Finally, I made it to the front door and gingerly twisted the knob. There was a dull click as the clasp fell back into place.
For fear of disturbing them, I just left the door slightly ajar after leaving.
The crisp fall air made my skin quiver, but I started running anyhow. As I ran around the side of the house and headed for the garage, my feet dug into the grass.
I must have been lucky, since I didn’t hear any noises of pursuit. Without incident, I made it to the garage and entered via the side entrance. The BMW keys were hanging on their hook, where I expected to see them.
After a quick sprint to the automobile, I turned the key and started the vehicle. It took forever for the garage door to rise, but once it did, I was free to floor it. Tires screeched on asphalt as I sped away, but I was already safely behind the wheel. After racing around the house, I rushed down the lengthy road that served as the exit from the mansion’s grounds.
Nicola and Matthew walked out of the home as the front door swung open. I drove down the driveway and turned around to see them racing after me, their voices following me. Nobody was after me and no one was. There’s no use in trying. They were presumably going to the garage to get a car with which to continue pursuing me.
When I stepped on the gas, my speed immediately increased.
Just a few minutes later, the gates materialized in front of me. They were not ornamental wrought iron gates, but rather sturdy ones made of steel.
Although my stomach turned and my heart sprang into my throat, I had to go through with it.
As I yelled and sped at the wall that stood between me and freedom, I crashed through it. My determination was strengthened when I took a look in the rear-view mirror and saw the red Porsche following close behind.
When the automobile crashed through the gates, the impact sent shockwaves through my body. The car’s airbag went off and the hood collapsed. Before my vision began to blur, pain exploded through my skull.
Nicola’s frantic words cut through the anguish as he unbuckled me from the seat and the vehicle door was yanked open.
“You’re safe. It’s OK, don’t worry about it. ” He said it over and over, seemingly trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to reassure me.
When his arms finally did encircle me, he lifted me to my feet. As he manipulated my body, my vision blurred and I moaned in response to the sharp pain that shot through my brain.
“I’m going to get a doctor. Bring her inside. ”
My forehead hurt, and something warm and wet dripped down my cheek.
In an effort to escape the dizziness, I forced myself to close my eyes.
We were surrounded by warm, gentle things. To put it simply, I was airborne.
Mathew urged, “Give her more.” “She has wounds.”
“She’ll be fine, “the mysterious man’s voice assured me. No more pain medication for her. Even though she’ll wake up with a headache, she’ll be fine.
The blissful state of floating inspired me to hum my satisfaction.
Both Nicola and Mathew’s hands were firmly gripping mine, and I immediately recognized each one.
I relaxed into the comforting heat, reassured.
I felt like my head and throat were going to dry up. Grumbling, I roused myself from sleep.
“Here. What are you waiting for?
In spite of my blindfold, I could tell that Mathew had supported me and that Nicola had brought the glass to my lips. To show my appreciation, I drank the water quickly.
When Nicola removed the glass from his mouth, he commanded, “Open your mouth.”
Even with that directive, I acted in accordance.
The glass was placed back to my lips after something small and round fell onto my tongue.
“Take a bite out of it. We hope that you’ll start feeling better soon. ”
As instructed, I took the pill and chugged it down.
Mathew’s other hand was still wrapped around mine as he continued to support me. He gave me a light squeeze, and I opened my eyes to look at him.
His expression of worry was written in fine lines across his forehead. He traced tiny circles on my palm with his thumb.