A woman's revenge

The Dream

They said that in one's life, there was a time to fight and a time to flee.

I was sure right now it was time to flee. I discreetly approached my hand to the car door. He was driving fast and I could maybe die or completely break something by jumping out of the car, but let me think about that later. I suddenly grabbed the handle and tried opening the door...nothing happened. I tried again with both hands but still nothing. Sweat ran down my back. I was trapped inside this car with someone who wasn't letting me go. I think they called that kid...ping.

Holy mother of God! Did I get kidn*pped? Why? How could such a thing occur when I had just taken myself out of another estranged situation?

That was what they called falling from sharybdis to scylla.

"You know, you can stop trying now. And I remember the nurse telling you to calm down", he said.

I wasn't going to look at him.

"And you don't have to play dumb anymore, there is no one else here."

Out. I wanted to get out of this car. Whatever happened to the "Ask and it shall be given" speech? Anyway, I was going to ignore him and that was that. He didn't talk anymore and just kept driving us to wherever he was taking me.

I started to think about plan E as in Escape. I needed to know how he had discovered my identity. At first, I thought he should know since he was at the wedding, but the wedding hasn't happened yet... The wedding!

I opened my eyes and looked out. The sky was dark outside. The sun had set and I wasn't married.

I felt my lips stretch , I escaped by myself. I had an accident. Yes, but I still managed not to get caught and now the sun had even set and I was alive. Still alive.

"It doesn't matter even if you cry. I am not susceptible to crocodile tears"

His remark made me realize that I was crying. But he was wrong. I wasn't poutting, I was happy.

"Alright" i said. I was feeling a little calm. I wasn't a total failure and, if need be, I could escape again.

I let my head fall back on the car seat and relax a little more.

Looking out the windows, I did not recognise the landscape. Where was he taking me to? I wondered as my eyes closed on their own and soon I was dead to the world.

I must have been too relaxed because the dream caught me unprepared.

There was water everywhere. everything was dark. I couldn't see a soul. I heard someone crying for help and I started walking toward the voice. First the water was up to my ankles, as I was walking it was rising too, and now it reached my knees. I could still hear the voice, couldn't see , just feel the ground under my feet and the water pulling around me making my progress hard. Then I couldn't hear anything anymore. I started to panic

" Hello! is someone there?!" I shouted.

No answer.

"Hello! can you hear me please?..."

still no one.

Then there was a huge sound, like the one in that movie when the boat went into water. The Titanic. There was water coming from somewhere and I was going to be submerged. I started walking in the same direction I was going before, as fast as I could. Something sharp cut my right foot. I cried out and fell on my knees.

"Please! Someone!" i cried.

I was still hearing the ominous sound. I stood up and started walking again. I was in so much pain I could think clearly, but the fear of being taken away by whatever was behind pushed me to keep going forward. My hands were up in front of me so I wouldn't hurt myself. Then I crashed into a door. I frantically looked for the handle and when I found it, turned it and pulled it. It opened. There was a little light, almost making me cry. I ran outside to seek help, but what I found was hell.

The rain was pouring hard without stopping. People were screaming and running as fast as they could to get away. The sky was littered with lightning and the sound, the one announcing and imminent danger, the one I thought I had been running from, was the sound of a tsunami coming. It hadn't been behind me, it was in front of me. I had been running towards it.

I tried to run too, but the fear stopped me. Paralyzed me and the wall of water was approaching fast, uprooting and sweeping away everything in its path. "I am not going to survive that one" was my last thought before being washed away.

I was spiraling, bumping here and there and the pain came back with a vengeance. I screamed.

Lawson POV

She was surely faking it.

When she had found that I knew who she was, she played the damsel in distress by trying to open her car door. Like we were in those stupid movies where anyone can jump out of a moving car. Of course, it was locked. We were talking about a Lamborghini, a secured one.

She then proceeded to ignore me. That was fine with me. I preferred silence anyway. I was changing lines on the road when I saw the tears on her face. I clenched my hand on the wheel. How dared she?

"It doesn't matter even if you cry. I am not susceptible to crocodile tears" I said.

I knew a certain woman who used that ruse as if she was the one who created it. I also knew a man on whom that ruse worked like a charm. I was never going to fall for it.

"Alright" she answered with a small voice.

What was she going to do next? I needed to take her somewhere she couldn't feel at ease and started interrogating her. Talking? No. I was going to ask and she was going to answer.

I had an apartment in the city but she could escape again, so I took her to my house in the suburbs which was an hour's drive from the city. It was in a secure neighbourhood . Each house here had monitoring and was quite far from each other. Perfect.

Mine was a two-story house with a large backyard with a pool. It was the one I used in summer to relax with my friends. But in winter there was nobody.

I parked it in the garage since it was too cold outside to leave it there, then turned to look at her. She wasn't ugly. Chocolate skin, curly black hair, a baby face with a tapered nose and a small mouth. She had almond eyes and was short, maybe 5'2. Not that extraordinary, but here she was so comfortable that she could afford to sleep in her enemy's car. Was she clueless or bold?

I wanted to leave her in the car and let her take care of herself, but I had hit her before and I was still a human even if she wasn't. I got out and went to her side of the car. As I unfastened her seat belt she began to fidget.

"Stop moving. I need to get you inside the house", I said.

But she started kicking with her feet and groaning.

"Francine, what the..."

She suddenly turned and bumped her injured hip against my thigh. A loud cry escaped her, then another.

She was having a nightmare and she was going to hurt herself really badly if this continued.

"Wake up! now!" I shouted, holding her head between my hands. I had to repeat it three times before her eyes snapped open.

In her eyes, I saw fear first, then realization, relief and, to end, pain.

"Ouch!..." She cried " My hip is hurting.."

"The d**g must have worn off. You need the next dose. I will help you inside."

I carried her into the house, sat her on the sofa in the living room, put a plaid on her and gave her her medication.

"Now let's talk."