The Billionaires´ Redemption: HER SAVIOUR (Book2)

Rachel POV I fell into darkness, and after a while I opened my eyes. I was confused and sored. I can't remember what the hell happened, but I feel like a train hit my body. A blinding light hit my eyes, it hurt me, so I closed them back up. Then I heard the sweet voice of my mother “Rachel, you are ok. We lowered the lights, you can open your eyes now.” I did as she said and then silent tears started coming out of my eyes. It is a miracle that I am here alive.Images of the whole attack started flashing through my head. **FLASHBACK** “Patrick please, it is over.” I yelled at him, but he kept walking towards me in a threatening way. “You know I have wasted almost 5 years of my life chasing after you, trying to make you happy, but you Mrs. Righteousness wouldn't give me what I have always wanted from you.” He said in a threatening voice. I wouldn't dare ask what he wanted from me. “Look Patrick, I loved you so much, but you changed. You started being pushy, you were jealous of everyone around me, all those fights and then you started yelling, but the last straw was when you punched me, remember? You hurt me, I would have given my life for you, but you ruined it. Now like I said IT IS OVER.” I explained to him, but he laughed in a maniac voice. “No Darling, it will be over when I decide it will be over. And you, my love, would give me what I want from you.” He said pouncing on me, I hit him and ran away, but he caught me and grabbed me by my ankle making me fall with a loud thump. I tried to stand up, but he was over me, ripping my blouse apart, grabbing my breast in a painful way. With my hands I forced him to stop, and then I made a self defense move that helped me release myself. I went to the door but he caught me again. He then grabbed my neck and pulled my face and he forcefully kissed me pressing his erection to my body. I knew at that moment that if he was going to r**e me, I will rather die fighting. I would never give him the satisfaction of surrendering. With my remaining strength I stomped hard on his feet, causing him pain and making him release me from his grip. I was gasping for air, I tried to run towards my room to lock myself in, but he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me to the couch. His big hand covering my mouth, my eyes full of tears and fear. “Now, baby are you ready to give me what you owe to me after all these years?” He asked and I answered with rage “I would rather die than be with you.” “As you wish my lady” he responded and started kissing me forcefully, but this time he was choking me, making me too weak to defend myself. I was helpless and I felt defeated. He touched me, he tried to remove my clothing and his, without releasing the pressure of his hand on my neck. Tears ran down my cheeks, this is a nightmare, it is not happening, not to me, not with a man I have trusted for so long. What happened to him?. In my mind and in my heart, I knew that this was going to be over soon. He would r**e me and kill me at the same time. Images of my mom and dad flashed in my head, my Nanna and Pops, my cousins that are like my brothers and sisters, my best friend and sister Gianna. All those moments of laughter and happiness, flashing at the end. I smiled at them and before I lost consciousness and mumbled in tears “I´m sorry”. Before everything went balck. *** END OF FLASHBACK *** I started shaking with fear. “Rachel, you are safe. Patrick got detained by the police, they are questioning him and they took all the evidence, with that your dad is getting a provisional restraining order.” My mom said in a sweet voice. “Mom, I must look awful, and you must be ashamed of the brainless daughter you have got.” I said and she shook her head no. “Don´t do that to yourself, this is not on you. He didn't have the right to try to control and hurt you. And no, I am not ashamed of you and you definitely are not brainless.” She said and then Gianna added “Rachel, you did good, you did everything in your power to defend yourself, you fought and he didn't get away with r****g you. That is major. So the only thing you need to worry about now is to rest and recover. Soon this whole nightmare would be over.” As Gianna broke the news to me a wave of relief came over me and silent tears kept falling down. Gianna let my boss know that I was hospitalized, so they gave me extra time to recover. After 4 days in the hospital, I was ready to go home, my dad asked me to go with them and I complied, somehow I felt safer with them. I knew it was going to be temporary because they lived far away from my work and school. Besides, I needed my injuries to heal. My bruised body, all the cuts from the fighting, but the most noticeable injury were his fingers marked in deep blue and black bruises around my throat. I looked hideous, long gone were my beautiful and vibrant sky blue eyes, now they looked dull and lifeless. Gianna called me everyday, and then on the fifth day, while I was at my parents home, she called me really disturbed. “Rachel, are you alright?” She asked and I replied “Yes, why?” She took a deep breath and broke the news to me “Sweetheart, I just saw Patrick keeping a watchful eye in the building. I am afraid that the police released him. The temporary restraining order will be issued shortly, but it is only for 6 months.” She said and it was like someone had knocked the air out of my lungs. I started feeling panic, utter terror. “Rachel, take deep breaths.” Gianna commanded, “You are having a panic attack.” I tried and soon after some minutes I controlled my fear. “What am I supposed to do?” I mumbled and Gianna said. “I Just got off the phone with our personal defense instructor, he wants to help you out. He said that you need to change your look. I know you love your blonde long curls, but you have to make a drastic change. That will buy you time. Also you need to get a new place, where you can't be found. Unfortunately your parents' place is not safe anymore, because he knows you would be there. Take money from your secret account and book a hotel. Send me a text when you get there. Unfortunately I can't go there to see you, I know he will follow me.” She gave me clear instructions of what to do. I called my mom and dad and let them know about the whole thing. My dad was furious and my mom was desperate. But they understood that by being away from me, they would be protecting me. So at the end they complied. As soon as I got into my hotel room, I sent a text to Gianna. She gave me a thumbs up. This is my worst fear, being alone while he is out there. I have to trust Gianna, she said she would be sending things to me. The next day I booked an appointment in the hotel beauty salon, and an amazing hairstylist guy took care of me. He bleached my hair almost white and gave me a pixie cut. I honestly thought my life was over but damn! I looked hot. I sent Gianna a picture and she just replied. “New code name for you, Thinkerbell.” I smiled at her message and I really liked my new look and my new nickname. Gianna sent me a message, “Think, the delivery guy would be at the front desk at 3pm. Meet him there”. Ok she was sending someone to deliver personal belongings to me but how am I going to recognize him or her? I went down to the lobby at 3 pm and to my surprise our self defense instructor was delivering the things for me. I stepped out of the elevator and gave him a huge hug. I felt relieved to see a familiar face. “Thank you so much” I said and he nodded. “Do you know how long I should stay here?” I asked him and he replied “As we speak he has monitored Giannas every move, so for both of your safety, you will need to remain here for at least a couple of weeks. Your parents are being watched as well, and soon your cell phone will be intervened, so I have this for you. My number and Gianna´s are pre-setted.”He said in an all business mode. “Thanks” I said and then he answered “NO Rachel, I have failed you. I was supposed to give you all the tools for you to defend yourself and succeed. Please accept my apology, this should have never happened to you.” He said in a soft voice. It was weird seeing this tough, strong, military looking man crumbling. “Hey, it is not your fault, I did everything that you taught me, I fought for more than 1 hour. You prepared me well. He was just way too strong for me, and he had more stamina. But in the end it is not your fault.” I said and he nodded. “Ok, I will be coming to get you as soon as it is safe. Gianna is looking for a new place as we speak. Her dad is helping with all the paperwork, that way the lease won't be under either of your names.” He said and then I couldn't help but hug him again “Thanks, I owe you my life.” I said with honesty. I took my belongings in the room, and I just couldn't believe Gianna. She packed one bag for me with all the essentials: comfortable clothes, a pair of sunglasses, a couple of baseball caps, make-up, sneakers and toiletries. In the second bag, she placed a couple of books, fashion and gossip magazines, crossword puzzles, coloring mandalas and colors, a puzzle, and a wide assortment of my favorite munchies. Many people have friends, but you just have to love the ones that are like my sister Gianna. I decided that starting tomorrow, I would work out in the morning. That was the only way I could build my lacking stamina. For now working out at the hotel gym, would have to do. I decided to ask for room service and lay low in my room. I guess I am going to have a long time waiting for all this to be solved. *** It's been two weeks, and Gianna just texted me with a location for me to go to. It was in a fancy area around the same neighbourhood. I don´t know how she managed to nail a place in that area, without increasing our rent fee. We shared rent and she knew I could only afford so much. I am happy that I got to leave the hotel because I was running out of money. This whole situation left me very vulnerable. I lost my job and now I have to start over again. Gianna assured me that I could count on her to get back on track. I took an Uber to the address provided by Gianna and my mouth fell open when I reached the apartment. Well it was not an apartment it was a f*****g luxury penthouse, in the newest and most expensive building around. I entered the penthouse and saw Gianna leisurely reading her book. “What the f**k Gianna? I won't be able to afford rent here. Why did you do that?” I said immediately. Se laugued and out of the corner I saw her dad coming out of the kitchen. “Oh Hi Mr. MC!” I greeted and he smiled “Good thing that you don't have to pay rent anymore” He said and my mouth fell open in surprise. “How, What?....” I was lost for words when Gianna said to me. “Tinkerbell please sit, I need to tell you something.” I carefully sat and looked at her. “Rachel, you and I have been friends for 9 years now. You know I live in New York and that my dad has his own Real Estate company, right?” She said and I nodded. “Well I was not completely honest with you. Yes I am Gianna McLean, Yes that is my father, Yes I come from New York, but my dad's company is not a small business as I had you believe it was. You can google his net worth.” She said and I immediately reached for my phone and googled him. “s**t, Mr MC you are loaded.” He laughed from the kitchen and Gianna gave me a smile. “Why did you keep that information from me? Why do you keep working the shitty job you have? I don't get it” I said and then Gianna gave me a look as if trying to tell me that she can't fully explain. “It is simple, after being at Dalton..” and she gave me a look, “around all those super rich kids, I wanted normalcy, so I transferred to the boarding school where I met you. I didn't want to be judged by my dad´s net worth. I wanted to be valued for me.” she said in an apologetic tone. I gave her a hug and said “So now that you're out of the filthy billionaire's closet, does it mean that we will be living the high life here?” I said and she laughed “Yes we will be living here, my dad just bought this property.” After a couple of minutes she said “So do you want to see your room?” And I stood from the couch and clapped, “Now you're talking” I said and she laughed. “Ok come on.” She said and I followed. She opened the door and my breath got hitched when I saw a beautifully clean room. The whole room was off white with sandy wood furniture. A king size bed with two bed stands. A loveseat and chair with an entertainment area. An ensuite bathroom and a walk in closet. The whole apartment looked like it was out of a glossy covered magazine. “Wow, this is so much, Gianna. You will have to let me pay the bills.” I said and she laughed. “We will see about that, now that my dad is involved I doubt it that he will let either of us even buy our own groceries.” When dinner time came, Mr Mc. had fixed spaghetti and sauce for us, with parmesan cheese and an arugula salad with cherry tomatoes. “Thanks Mr. MC. Food looks great.” I said to him and he laughed. “Rachel, you know I see you as another daughter, never feel like a burden and never hesitate in giving me a call when needed.” He kindly said and I nodded. “So how is business doing?” I playfully asked and he then answered. “Well it is going great, we entered a business partnership 4 years ago with an Urban Development Company. My new business partner is young, he is two years older than Gianna, a brilliant architect. It has been a very profitable alliance indeed.” He said and then added “Maybe if you decide to show up for Christmas this year you would meet him.” He finished and I noticed Gianna´s back getting stiff. I will ask her later but it sounds to me that Mr. MC is in business with Gianna´s long lost love. “Well it is good to hear that things are going great for you back home.” I said and then he asked me “So how are your parents?” I swallowed my food and answered “My dad's business is getting by, he has been having lots of projects. Unfortunately with my mom's cancer treatment, all the extra money has been drained by medical bills” I said and he nodded, “How is your mom?” He asked and then I smiled. “She just got released from treatment and she just needs to be monitored for the time being, every two months, and then they will space out the check ups.” I said and he then added “Rachel, if you ever need anything regarding your mom's treatment, don't hesitate to ask” “Sure Mr. MC, Thanks for everything.” I finished, knowing that we as a family are too proud to ask for help.