Chapter 6 Imprudence

Carolina

Somehow distorted I wish I could say that none of this makes sense, but by pinching my leg for the thousandth time in less than ten minutes feeling the pain running through the flesh I can't even understand how it comes out of the usual routine of receiving insults and humiliations from those women to be inside the classroom thinking of a way to strange men.

That strange conversation returning to my mind at all times along with the hot kiss.

The windows and the glazing leave exposed all the lawn of the entrance in a period view, the fountain in the middle next to the cast iron gate worked in what seems to be the family coat of arms. Around tall trees however pruned the garden well maintained, looking like a palace right in the middle of winter.

"People should admire this mansion" - I end up talking unintentionally

"Only a suicide would dare to come so far without authorization."

The lady just pointed with her head the direction of the bathroom, when she comes out on the bed had a change of my clothes: jeans, worn shoes and a t-shirt next to the sweatshirt. I was worried not understanding how they could have taken my belongings until they fell into the reality of being inside the house of one of the mafia men. The same one that killed a pregnant woman in front of me.

I dreamed several times of meeting good people, building friendships, I lost hope when by being a scholarship even partial in college I began to be mistreated. After a few weeks the boys started coming to me, thankfully before something bad could happen I heard the whispers about them planning to do something to me.

So I don't have someone who can actually appeal what's a serious problem considering I need to find a way to get away. Most of my attitudes are a reflection of what I receive, even seeking to keep faith on better days.

That man with beautiful eyes has an animalistic evil inside him and somehow it doesn't scare me, but it attracts me like a sunflower turning in search of the sun. This is where reality slaps my face once again, because he's not a good person, not really. Running away is definitely the best option.

I deeply inspire with this decision in mind, observe as the pharmacology professor talks again about the results of intravenous drugs. Concentrated I make my notes putting a note at the top of the page of the notebook concerned about having spent most of the explanation lost in thoughts.

When the class finally ends, I am the first to leave the room in the wide corridor in which the students begin to leave the classes I see the look of a bald man recognize him as one of those who brought me in the car. His gaze observes each of my movements, I pull the air hard and turn my feet in the opposite direction. Entering through the sea of students bend a little the back to get a few centimeters smaller and have ease in escaping, deviation of some known of the classes of monitoring. I only get to feel safe when I finally get to the obsolete college exit.

The dark place has a poorly trimmed lawn, but I already had to come here during the day since it is the fastest way towards the subway. I start to cross the field, hurried to reach the isolated street ahead and have some advantage, I need to at least get my documents.

I feel the cold rising up the column the feeling of being observed makes it practically start running towards the street. When I finally enter the alley that leads to the subway entrance a shadow blocks the exit. I turn my head back finding with a poorly dressed man the crooked smile of few teeth and the glazed look as if I had used some drug makes me even more scared.

"Where do you think you're going, little girl? - Your voice makes it clear you're drunk".

"I.. - I swallow the saliva to be able to speak amid nervousness. - I only have the passage money with me".

"Who says we want money?".

I'm startled by the other voice realizing now that the other man is near, the dim light from the posts lights up his silver teeth in a psychotic smile. I feel my heart throbbing hard without being able to see a way out. Desperate I try to run but soon I'm grabbed by the bigger man.

"LET ME GO, PLEASE LET ME GO. - Desperate cry".

Her laughter penetrates into my mind making me even more desperate as her hands begin to pull the backpack.

"HELP - Cry. - HELP".

"Shut the fuck up bitch!"

The slap hits hard enough to pull blood from my lips, I feel the tears running hard while my clothes are being pulled even struggling I do not have enough strength to get out of the middle of these two men. I am thrown to the ground with brutality getting a kick that rips my breath away.

"We won't split, turn around and you'll come out alive".

I don't know who was crazy enough to walk into that alley but I want to find my voice to ask you to help me.

"You can't share something that's mine".

The angry voice sounds like thunder I recognize the timbre as a twinge of hope in the chest, I hold my right hand on the floor and raise my face seeing the angelic face completely corrupted by darkness, your gaze meets mine and somehow even seeing the cruelty I feel I'm protected. He's here for me.

"Go to the car Carolina. - Your order leaves no room to argue".

"I need help to get up. - I murmur so low that I believed I had not heard".

I close my eyes tightly, hear the sound of something beating and when a touch comes to my arm scream.

"Calm girl, I'll take you to the boss's car. - I open my eyes meeting with the bald".

Nicklaus is impassive with fury burning in a diabolical way making all my bones shudder, when I look back I see some men holding those who were trying to abuse me. We stop in front of him, his huge hand leans against my chin the silver of the cold rings causing a shiver while analyzing the wound in my mouth.

His green eyes contain obscure promises that I do not wish to reason about, but quickly get lost when he nods to the bald. This back to take me, at the end of the alley four cars arranged around a luxury car with two seats, he opens the passenger door and waits until he enters. But before closing the door I still hear desperate cries coming out of the darkness.