BROOKLYN BRIDGE, 8 PM
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It had been 2 days since she signed the contract, and her “owner” seemed to have forgotten he had his property roaming freely in New York.
She laughed at the funny thought and Debby joined in with a giggle, not knowing the cause of laughter.
With tender affection in her eyes, Amy regarded her 18-year-old sister. She was growing into a beautiful woman, just like mother before she died.
And she wanted nothing for Debby but a good long life with a man beside her who would love her just as much as she loved her. Because she deserved it.
But what about you? Don't you deserve it too? A small voice whispered at the back of her mind.
Amy frowned slightly, trying to silence the small voice.
She knew love wasn't for her. She was too messed up by life, too broken.
Her scars and hauntings from her past, her medical condition…
Everything would be a burden to whoever dared to love her.
And what good was love if it became a burden?
Her gaze returned to Debby and she mustered a weak smile. “Do you want…”
Amy's sentence was cut short by the SMS notification from her phone.
She was sure Mia, her best friend, had forgotten where she kept her house keys again!
Ughhhh! She rolled her eyes and unlocked her phone.
Hell it wasn't Mia…
Private number.
“BROOKLYN BRIDGE. 8 PM”
Amy's heart dropped to her stomach. Her owner had remembered his property.
She glanced at the top of her phone screen; it was 7:45pm.
Amy's heart sank even more.
A dangerous idea dropped in her mind. Her heartbeat accelerated as she seriously contemplated it.
She turned to Debby on the hospital bed.
“Sweetheart… promise me you won't leave here until I'm back.”
“Okay I won't. But is something wrong sis?” Debby's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.
“I just need your word on this. Stay glued to your phone in case I call or text. I'll be right back.”
She kissed confused a Debby goodnight and with each step sinking her heart deeper, she carefully made her way out of the hospital.
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Brooklyn Bridge was to the west of the hospital, but Amy wouldn't be going west.
She turned east and walked to the next building by the hospital.
It was a restaurant and Amy stood in the shadows cast by the building, peeking at the entrance of the hospital from there.
The time was 7:52 PM already, and she knew there was a chance Mr Walton would guess she was in the hospital with her sister.
All she had to do was evade him until her sister was discharged from the hospital and then she would take Debby and go home for good.
Thankfully Thomas didn't ask her to fill in her home address or any other info on the documents yesterday except her phone number.
He couldn't do much with her phone number. Or so Amy thought.
Finally, it was 8pm on the dot.
She looked around for a blue Rolls-Royce to come revving up the entrance of the hospital but saw nothing like it.
Phew, she heaved a sigh of relief. Thomas Walton wasn't that unbeatable after all, her heart leaped with joy.
Her phone chimed again.
LAST CHANCE, WILSON. I DON'T PLAY GAMES.
Her heart skipped a beat at the warning, but she pushed the fear aside. All she had to do was wear him out for 30 minutes and he would get tired of the game.
She imagined the almighty Thomas Walton waiting for ‘his property’ at the ever-busy Brooklyn Bridge, driving away in disappointment after an hour.
She was no one's property and she would never be randomly beckoned on by Thomas Walton as such, Amy smirked with satisfaction.
She closed her eyes and savoured the cool evening breeze brushing through her long hair.
Everything would be alright, it surely would.
“Miss Wilson.”
A voice called from behind her.
Her eyes widened, and she turned her head sharply to look at the speaker.
It was a hefty man in black suit, with a conspicuously bald head.
Amy recognised him as the man who had been sitting alone at the table outside this restaurant for the past 10 minutes, sipping a bottle of Coke which never seemed to get empty.
Amy thought he looked shady but couldn't place a finger on it.
“Wh…who are you a..and how do you know my name?” Amy stuttered in wonder.
“Mr Walton demands you come with me immediately Ma'am.”
Amy's eyes widened in shock.
Walton had spies! What did she expect from the most notorious CEO in New York?
She spotted a device blinking with a tiny red light on his right ear and it dawned on her even more.
She felt stupid thinking Thomas Walton would be the one to drive and wait for her himself.
She shrieked in fear and stuttered, “n…no, tell him I'm not co..coming with you.”
He took a step closer and that was all it took to trigger her flight mode.
She turned into the dark alley between the hospital and the restaurant and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
She took any twist and turns she sighted, into the dark narrow streets, with the hefty figure effortlessly closing up the gap behind her.
Amy was getting worn out fast, and her chest felt like it would explode if she didn't stop running at once.
She scanned the dark road for somewhere to hide but all she could see were tall buildings with too tiny crevices.
She realised that she had led her pursuer away from the busy streets into the lonely residential area and she regretted it.
His rough hand gripped her arm and she just knew it was over there and then.
She felt him press a wet handkerchief over her nose and mouth; her biggest mistake was inhaling it.
Her head got woozy immediately and her limbs went numb, no longer able to uphold her weight.
“I've got her, boss,” she heard his deep baritone voice as the figure loomed over her falling body.
The world closed in on Amy as her eyes slowly went shut.
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