CHAPTER THREE:KARA
1408 Words
I hear it. The sharp crunch of the car colliding with my wheelchair. But there’s a problem.
I’m not in it.
Instead, I’m in someone’s arms, and the person is holding me tightly. So tight, that I wonder if the person even realizes that they’re crushing me.
And then a deep, sultry voice booms into my ear.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
I shiver. From what? I’m not sure. Could be from the cold air. Could be from the warmth emitting from this man’s skin.
The skin of the savior I never asked for.
“Yes,” I reply shakily. “Now, let me go.”
I begin to struggle in his arms, refusing to look at him. Angry at him for saving me when he could’ve just let me die. I wasn’t going to be anyone’s burden anymore. Why couldn’t he just let me die?
“Please!” I cry, only able to struggle with my upper body. “Please, let me go. I don’t want to do this anymore!”
I twist in his arms so now I am directly facing him. I open my mouth to beg again, but I stop.
Something gets stuck in my throat. The words I was about to say die on my tongue as I stare into the most striking green eyes I have ever seen in my life.
Eyes that are now glaring straight at me.
“So what? You think dying is going to fix everything? You think dying will make everything right?”
“I—yes.” Tears cloud my vision as I nod. “I have nothing to live for. Maybe he’ll be happy without me. Maybe…”
I trail off as the sobs begin to rack my body.
My savior frowns at me and his eyes darken. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches into his pocket, taking his phone out. He dials a number and brings the phone up to his ear. I hear two faint rings before the person on the other line picks up.
“Bring the car around,” my saviour says into the phone. His voice is curt, cold.
“Let me go,” I say again, but he just ignores me. He picks me up from my waist, throwing me over his shoulder gently. A gasp escapes my mouth, and I try to struggle, but all my efforts prove to be useless. “Let me go! Now!” I yell.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
A car rolls to a stop in front of us, and a man steps out of the car, quickly pulling the door to the backseat open.
“Thank you, Dave,” he murmurs, and then he steps towards the car, lowering me inside.
Who were these people? “What are you doing?” I stutter. “Please, just let me go. I don’t need your help.”
I let out a gasp as the door closes, and my savior—now my captor— comes around the other side, getting into the backseat with me and shutting his side of the door.
Panic claws its way up my chest as the driver gets in the front seat. I reach for the door, but before I can pull the handle, the doors click shut.
There’s no way out.
Still, I pull at the handle, pounding against the door and window. “Let me the f**k out of here! Who are you people?”
The driver doesn’t say anything, though I don’t expect him to. I turn to my captor, my vision blurry with tears. “Let me out, please,” I beg.
He heaves a sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead as though he’s annoyed about something.
“Why the hell did I come back here?” he mutters, not even sparing me a glance.
That makes me pause. “What do you mean by that?”
He looks at me, pinning me with an expression I don’t understand. “You’ll find out soon.”
My heart pounds against my ribcage. What is he going to do to me? Did Noah send them after me?
“D-don’t kill me, please.”
I don’t even realize I’m crying until a tear falls on my hand.
His eyes remain glued on mine for a full minute. And then he smirks, amusement and something dark swirling in his eyes.
“I thought you wanted to die?” he drawled. “Such an irony, isn’t it? I’m simply helping you achieve your goal.”
My breath hitches as my eyes widen. I force myself to swallow. He’s right. I just tried to kill myself and now, I was worried that these strangers were going to kill me.
“That’s not—” I have no idea what I wanted to say.
There was no excuse that I could give.
He heaves a sigh. “Relax. You’re safe with me, Kara.”
I stop breathing.
Goosebumps start to rise all over my arms.
How does he know my name?
And why do I want him to say it again?
“H-how do you know my name?” I finally bring myself to ask, my voice only slightly above a whisper.
He shrugs. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in his tone. I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out of my mouth.
I decide to let it go. I have no idea who these people are. If they are going to kill me… that’s probably for the best.
Then again…he did say I’m safe with him.
I turn to look at him, but his eyes are on his phone, his face pulled into a frown as he scrolls through.
I face the road, beginning to feel uncomfortable in my seat and unable to adjust myself. I push against the seat, using it as momentum to try to turn, but I fail. I fail miserably.
I grit my teeth, attempting to do it again when I feel a hand on my waist.
It’s my captor. He uses one hand to adjust my posture, adjusting my legs as well. Red tints my cheeks, but I don’t say anything to him.
And neither does he.
Before long, the car passes through a large estate gate, and I try not to marvel at how high and mighty the gates are, but it’s impossible not to. The roads are lined with trees and different sorts of plants.
We approach a majestic-looking mansion and I keep my expression neutral even though I’m curious as hell. I wonder what this man wants from me. I wonder how he knows my name.
Men in black suits surround the mansion, and a couple of them hurry towards the car when the driver stops.
My captor gets out of the car while the driver pulls open the door for me.
I remain in my seat, glaring at everyone who’s standing in front of me. “What am I doing here?”
Nobody answers. Not even the stranger. Though, I didn't expect him to.
“Over here,” I hear him say, and before I know it, there’s a wheelchair at the door.
A wheelchair. For me.
My captor leans towards me, taking me in his arms, and I gasp as he lowers me into the chair.
When I look at him, his jaw is clenched hard.
Probably irritated that he has to deal with me.
“Take her in,” he says curtly, and then I feel myself being wheeled towards the entrance.
I hold on to the handle so tightly, my knuckles turn white. I have no idea what’s waiting for me in there, but I don’t have the will to fight anymore.
However, before we get to the doors, something happens. A man walks through the door. Towards us.
He is impeccably dressed in a Tom Ford suit, his salt and pepper hair tied at the back of head in a ponytail.
He looks to be in his late fifties or early sixties.
And he has the exact same shade of green eyes as my captor.
“Kara Hawthorne,” he says simply. His voice is cold, void of any emotion. And it sends shivers down my spine. There is no emotion in his eyes as he speaks.
“How wonderful to finally meet you.”
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