Episode1 Found
*Ellen POV*
"Help, help." I was striving intensively to get out of the water, but it was futile; my lungs were getting choked up. I couldn't see the face properly of a young boy, almost the same age as me, but I recognized his blonde hair; he just stood beside the lake unfazed. I caught the smirk on his blurry lips. "Help." My scream fainted away, and my eyes shut to a close, my consciousness drifting deeper into the abyss of darkness.
"Ma'am! I said we are here!" My eyes snap open, seeing the face of the furious driver.
"s**t! I am so sorry, sir." I apologize to the cab driver, hastily picking up my handbag. I was so tired that I slept in the cab, thereby having that consistent nightmare of mine.
I paid the cab driver and slipped out of the car. I yawned loudly, feeling tired and drained. It was not easy teaching my student. I am a ballet instructor.
My hazel eyes accidentally turned to a huge billboard that was displaying this year's best influential and business tycoon of the year. And there was no doubt, Mr. Valentino Quinns. He has been winning this consistently for five years now. I was glad at first when my father started working in his house, but the damn man refused to increase his salary. He is such a stingy billionaire. My heels made a click-clack sound as I strut carefully to my father's old bungalow house.
"Hey Dad, please open up!" I called out, knocking on the door intensely. My father should be back from work by now; he works as a security guard.
"Dad!" I pushed the door open and saw tons of gold lying on the floor. "Dad!" I whisper in shock, my eyes bulging out as I stare at the numerous pieces of gold as well as the arranged luggage.
"Dad? What is going on!?" I questioned my father, whom I saw dragging another suitcase out of his room. "Elle, get your things; we need to leave as soon as possible!" He announced to me, arranging some of the gold inside the bags.
"I don't understand. Why are we leaving, and where the hell did you get these golds from?"
"I said get your things; stop asking me stupid questions!" He snapped.
"Dad, don't tell me you stole all this!" I stammered, shivering due to an unknown fear. "Dad, what have you done!?"
"Ellen, don't worry; you don't need to pity that bastard. He has a lot of treasures in his vault; I am sure he will not even notice this was missing. Now come help me out." He grinned.
"We are now rich princess; I will build your own ballet studio and give you the luxury life you always wanted." He cheered happily.
"Father, this is wrong! Do you even know who you are messing with?" I scolded him as if he was a child. Does getting old make them lose some nuts or what? How does he expect his boss not to put him behind bars for stealing his gold—tons of gold, for that matter?
"Princess, I know he is a very dangerous man; rumor has it that he is a secret Mafia lord--"
"Father!" I fret to the corner as several bullets pierce through the glass windows, shredding it into pieces.
"What's going on?" My father questioned; he was lying on the floor, looking frightened but still holding some of the gold tightly to his chest.
"I Dunno....."
"Go and check! Check who is outside!" He hollered, making my eyes go wide. Is he even listening to himself? Bullets were raining into the house, and how the hell did he want me to go have a peek? What if one of the bullets pierced into my skull?
"Father, I can't do that! Do you want me dead?" I protest, clinging to the wall more. The shooting was increasing with every passing second, as was the screeching to a halt of several black vans. I was spellbound for a second. This feels like hell is about to rain on this household.
"Dad, what are we going to do?" I cried out, rolling my head towards where my father was, when I didn't receive any response, thinking maybe he had been shot dead.
My heartbeat increased abruptly as I scanned the floor for any sort of blood or his body, but I saw none. That's when I noticed one of the bags was missing.
"Damn you, father! How can you run and leave me in this kind of situation?" I cursed, sliding down the walls with both of my hands tugging my chocolate hair hardly.
"Bang!" The door of the house shattered to the ground, and several hooded men marched in with arm guns. "Get the f**k away from me!" I yelled, attempting to race out, but I was gripped back by the hair.
"Argh..." I winced in pain, fighting to get free, but his hold on me was too firm; he swooped me off the floor and deposited me across his shoulder.
"Let go! Father.... Help!" I continued to cry, hitting the goon's back. I gave him a hard bite on his neck, and he hissed before delivering a hard spank on my ass.
"Motherfucker!" I sneered when he dropped me down in front of a particular Mercedes Benz. I gave my buttocks a soft rub due to the pain I was having there from been spanked by the i***t.
I turned to face another man who was clad in a black suit and black sunglasses, and with a stoic expression like, 'don't mess with me.'
"Who are you guys? Are you planning to kidnap me or what? How about I call the cops?" I threaten them, placing my hands firmly at each side of my waist to give them a sassy posture.
"Start talking!" I glare hardly at them; they were all surrounding me without any form of action, as if I were prey they had caught and were securing for their jungle king.
"Hey!...." I was cut off when the car door was pulled open and a cloud of smoke flowed out before the ice-blue eyes of a man came into view.
"You know, for a lady, you are very loud!" Have you heard the voice of the devil before? Do you know what Lucifer looks like? Then you are about to witness his incarnate.
