A Battle Of Brawns

You know that moment when you're caught doing something you know you shouldn't be doing, then you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. It all moves in slow motion, the impending doom.

That was exactly how I felt when I watched mother stand with a fear stricken face.

"Get her!", Cruz yelled at his bodyguard who stood motionlessly behind him.

"No!, let her go, I didn't bargain for this!", she protested, trying to hold the bodyguard back but he shrugged her off of him without effort.

He stalked towards me menacingly and I continued to back away from him while still on the floor paralysed with fear.

With a newly found energy, I sprung up and raced towards the front door and pulled it open. Without missing a beat, I ran out of our apartment with the bodyguard hot on my trail.

As I ran through the empty hallway with as much speed as I could muster, the bodyguard trailed closely behind me. I knew I couldn't outrun him for much longer, so I had to the think of a plan to get him off my back, and fast.

Before I could take another step, he yanked me back by arm and my back collided with his rock hard front. He immediately slapped his huge calloused hand over my mouth to prevent me from making any sort of noise that could alert the other apartment owners.

My first reaction was to sink my teeth into his hand. He pulled back instantly, holding his hand as he hissed in pain.

"Bitch!", he hissed.

I took the chance at his vulnerable state to knee him in the groin and escaped, running as if my life depended on it, which it did.

Getting to the elevator, I pressed the call button repeatedly but it wasn't opening and I had no time whatsoever to waste.

Quickly, I took the stairs, rushing down two steps at a time. My head began to feel heavy for my neck to carry, resulting my vision to turn blurry.

I glanced down at my arm and grimaced as I saw blood oozing profusely from the cuts. I forced my eyes away from the cuts on my arm and continued to move, escaping became my number one priority at that moment.

I could still hear heavy footfalls bounding down the stairs after me and that alone pushed me forward.

By the time I reached the ground floor area, I was a sweating mess. I hunched over with my hands on my knees in an attempt to catch my breath. The moment was short-lived when I heard the sound of hurrying feet coming my way.

I ran toward the exit doors, heaving as I did so. Boy was I drained of energy, I realized how out of shape I was but that didn't stop me from pushing myself to the limit.

How did mother get associated with these kind of shady people?

"There she is!", my train of thoughts was cut short when I saw several men, in all black point toward me. I panicked and picked up my pace but my hair was gripped harshly, I whimpered, the force dragging me backwards, until I hit a muscular chest.

My first instinct was to elbow him in the gut but as if he saw it coming, he restrained my arms, his thick biceps wrapping around my midriff to keep me in place.

"Let me go, you fucking brute!", I gritted out, stomping my foot on his toes. He winced and his tight hold on me loosened a little giving me a chance to escape.

"Oh no you don't", he said in a gruff tone. His hand wound around me, his grip akin to iron.

"Let go-", a cloth was placed over my mouth and nose, muffling my words. A pleasant smell wafted through my nostrils and I immediately held my breath. I trashed in his arms but his grip only tightened.

"Come on. Breathe", he soothed, but I shook my head vehemently and he pressed the cloth onto my face until I had no choice but to inhale. Deeply.

"That's it", my movements became sloppy until it stilled altogether. I knew I had inhaled what may or may not be chloroform and it had already started taking effect. My vision was going in and out of focus as I started to lose all sense of reality.

The overwhelming urge to sleep was so powerful but I tried to fight it, I really did. In the end, I succumbed to the impending darkness.

There goes my appointment at the spa. Goddamnit!