BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

40. TORN APART FROM HIM

The car ran so fast that if it overturned there was no way we would survive. My mom looked back and forth, her guns hanging from her hands, ready to rain down anyone who dared stand in our way. It felt like the Bonnie and Clyde get-away yet it wasn’t.

I sat so still trying to figure out what it all meant.

All the people that had died, had died for nothing.

All the things that had happened to me had happened for no reason at all.

To me it still seemed as if this was a trick to kidnap me. I was expecting the two people driving the car to pull off their masks and reveal their real faces. I was waiting for them to laugh at me because I had fallen into the trap that had been set for me.

It was all happening in slow motion for me, my brain seeming to have kicked the bucket, tired and retiring. My mother’s body was half standing, half sitting, looking back and forth, screaming at my father who drove faster and faster, it had my heart drum hard in my chest.

Her beautiful eyes, lord, the eyes I had been forcing myself not to see in my head, staring back at me. They looked so much like hers. Could it really be her?

She stared at me confused, her head snapping up with her seeming in panic.

“Vlad, go go, they are coming!” She screamed, her arms stretching as she loaded her guns, then knelt on the seat, completely turned to stare out the back window, past me.

The lights from the fast approaching cars were bright, nearly blinding as my heart beat even faster. My head turned back to stare out the review window and they were at our tail only for the first car to over-take us.

“ Stop, they want to corner us.” My mom said, with my dad quickly hitting the brakes as the car came to a screeching halt.

My heart beat so hard, not even sure why it was beating so hard. It beat from my throat as if to kill me as I gripped my guns with much force than needed.

The first car had passed, the second one rushing past us and I could not help but stare at it pass. I stared right through our window knowing Azrail was sitting on the left seat, probably staring ahead, not even bothered to stare my way. My body shook as I stopped breathing. I wanted to freeze that moment for as long as I could but I blinked and he was gone.

The third and last car past us and they rushed on.

My dad stood there, seeming confused on what to do.

“ They will wait for us at the next intersection.” My father said. I blinked, watching the back lights of the passing cars until they were out of sight.

He was gone and he had left me behind.

“ He is gone. If he wanted to kill you, you would be dead.” I spoke, my voice flat and cold as I stared ahead, not believing he was really gone.

I was free, I was finally free, but why did it feel as if I was dying all over again?

Why did it feel like I was breaking?

I swallowed, the car silent and I could feel all four eyes on me, yet I could not see them.

I was free from him, my monster, my hell.

My head turned to the window, staring out at the darkness.

If I still had tears I would have cried but I had wasted all of them. My body was cold, so cold.

The car began moving again, but not as fast. The silence was deafening in the car.

Don’t get me wrong, I was happy to see my parents but I still wasn’t buying it. How had they survived? I had heard Brute…. unless he had got wrong information, but I don’t see that happening. I frowned, thinking that maybe he had been talking about someone else and I had jumped to conclusions.

I did not know what to think, but the fact was quickly solidifying that my parents were alive and they sat right before me, talking about plans of hiding.

I frowned deeper, my name being called, but I was not there.

We took a sharp turn, driving along a small dirt road through the forest to a hideout cabin for sure.

They were well and good.

Mom.

Dad.

I could not believe it. The reality settled in, so happy yet I could not show it. I could not even smile because the second worst thing that I never thought would happen, was happening.

They would see me. My parents would see what happened to me, what I had been turned to.

My body bumped around the back, jumping now and again from the road which was never meant to be driven on, yet, that was the whole point of the hideout cabin.

How had they survived the attack? Had they been tortured?

Just even thinking about it nearly tore my heart apart. Had they suffered?

I suddenly wanted the bastard that had taken them so I could show him how good I had gotten with knives. I would carve his skin out and hang it to dry, then wear it as human leather pants.

Dad.

It was one of my greatest days ever yet again, something dimming down all my happiness.

The car suddenly stopped. The doors opened so fast, the couple jumping out.

I pulled the handle with my gun, then pushed the door with my bare aching foot.

The door swung as the couple waited. I jumped down, the door shut close after me.

My parents led the way into the cabin, walking through the door and turning the lights on. I knew they were just waiting to get inside. As soon as I stepped in, arms went around my body as my mother hugged me so tight.

“ Masha.” She cried out with my arms moving around her, slowly but surely. My dad slipped in the hug, him wrapping his arms all around me so tight.

My eyes closed with the tears burning, yet they never dropped.

“ Masha baby.” Mom cried out. I held her even tighter as she cried with dad holding me.

My body went warm and instantly felt safe.

I instantly felt at home.

I was back where I belonged, in the arms of my parents. My body just relaxed, holding my mother even tighter. So much had happened to us all, so much brutality happening which tore us apart. I hoped they were okay. I knew they could take care of themselves, but even the strongest could break.

The thought that I had lost them completely came back to me and it hurt. The thought that I would have never heard their voices again, never felt their warm hug again. I fully understood what I would have lost and it was too painful.

How would I have lived the rest of my life without them? I squeezed even tighter, my head buried into mom’s body with me taking in her scent. It was after a few seconds that I realized that even my dad was crying as he buried his head in my hair.

“ Baby girl.” He spoke out, his voice strained as his emotions got the best of him. He was never that emotional. I had never seen him cry in my whole life, so it just rocked me hearing him tear apart like that.

My head bent more towards mom. I felt the tears burn my eyes, felt them roll down with me suffocating because I might have got them back but they had lost me forever.