His Father, My Revenge

Run! Hailey

Hailey

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I only take a step towards Stacia when a wave of dizziness hits me, and I fall flat on my butt.

And I'm front of me, laughter explodes forum the duo.

“Go home Hailey, stop making a fool of yourself.” Chris's voice cut through the air, slicing me with its sharpness.

Walking down the lonely streets from Chris’ apartment in the shabby dinner dress, I know I look a sorry sight.

My Uber was five minutes away, but I couldn’t stand staying in Chris’s compound another second.

The worst betrayals always came from the people closest to you. Coming from Stacia, I should have been used to it. But it hurt every single time she took something that was mine.

How had I missed it? I always told Stacia about my dreams of marrying Chris, my happily ever after; and she must have laughed with him, behind my back.

The thought alone makes me nauseous.I try to hold it in, but a horrible smell fills my nose, and I throw up everything in my stomach.

I squat by the road and let it all out. Heavy beads of sweat pool at my forehead, leaving me gasping for breath.

My head pounds so hard it blurs my vision. I pull out my phone with shaky hands, and dial the driver.

“Please,” I gasp. “I’m in the middle of the road. Just come to me. I can’t—” A horn blares behind me, and bright headlights flash, startling me.

Slowly, I look around and realize I am in the middle of the road.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm moving right now," I mumble to the car, trying to shift, but my legs won’t cooperate.

The car door opens, revealing two huge men, clad in all black, approach me menacingly.

“Look what we have here,” one of them says, voice deep and rough, like gravel soaked in whiskey.

That word again!

“You been partying all night?” the second sneers. “You look like you’ve had too much to drink. How ‘bout we help you feel better?”

I swallow hard, and my stomach twists tighter. My phone buzzes faintly in my hand, a voice still speaking on the other end.

It dawns on me that the driver can hear this conversation, and he is also close by. Immediately I start telling him my location

“I’m in the middle of the road, come qui…” , the beep from my phone tells me the device had died. As if sensing my defeat, they lunge closer.

The first man rips the phone from my hand and flings it across the road.

“Oops,” he grins. “Now you’re all ours.”

“You were trying to call someone?” The second and bigger man steps forward, grabbing my arm as he eyed my exposed cleavage. “Now we will really have fun, little w***e. Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.”

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Don’t hurt me. Just let me go.”

“Oh, we won’t hurt you,” he says, smiling. “Not if you’re good. Do what we say, and maybe you walk away.”

He lifts his shirt to flash a weapon.

It’s not my world, but even I know a gun when I see one. My breath catches in my throat.

“Now, be a good girl and come with us,” the second one says, reaching out like he’s helping me off the ground and not dragging me toward hell.

My body trembles, losing my virginity to armed men by force was not ideal, And yet, some twisted part of me thinks: If I make it out alive, Stacia and Chris will pay for this.

I look around, frantically searching for a way out. I can’t fight them. I can barely stand. But I can try.

I’d rather die trying to escape than live through what they have planned.

I take a deep breath.

And I run.

As I take my first step to run, the man holding me is caught off guard, allowing me to dart to my left. However, the dizziness I feel is preventing me from running fast enough.

I push myself to increase my pace as I hear the heavy footsteps getting closer, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

After what I think is a safe distance, I turn around to assess the distance I've put between us and plan my next move. But nothing prepares me for the force that suddenly slams into my face and body, throwing me off the road and rendering me incapable of thinking.