Out of Nowhere

Shiloh's POV

Many women claimed that women have stronger intuition than men. I never believed it, though. Today I felt it, but I ignored it. Now I'm in this vehicle with this heartless man, all tied up. If I'm going to scream, no one is going to hear her. And I won't waste my energy on such a stupid thing. What if this man is going to kill her if I make any mistake? I will save her energy.

We have been on the road for many hours now. I will wait until we need to refill the gas. For sure the vehicle needs gasoline.

He glanced at me from time to time, but I didn't care. I mustn't give him the impression that I am afraid. I am almost twenty-eight now. I will never cry in front of him either and beg him to let me go.

I felt that the car had come to a halt; I looked up. It's a gasoline station. This is my chance. I will scream for help. When I saw that he was opening the door. I screamed for help. He closed it again and turned to me. He grabbed me and kissed me hard.

"No one is going to hear you, sweetheart," he told her. 

He opened the door and slid down.

"Grrrrr." I'm furious. 

The nerve of that man. 

"Aagh!" I screamed inside the van in anguish. 

That was my first kiss, and it's from the bastard heartless creature of the earth. That's not my dream. I stomped my feet on the van floor.

 

"Damn you, Mr. Heartless," I said furiously.

I looked outside to the refilling station. There he is, standing with the gasoline boy. They were talking. And the gasoline boy glanced at the van. What are they talking about?

In anger, I couldn't hold my tears back now. I wanted to wipe it, but how could I? My hands are tied under this jacket. His jacket.

A while later, the door opened, and the man slid in. He glanced at me. 

"I bought you something to eat. You might be hungry by now," he said.

He took a tissue box on the dashboard and wiped my tears.

This man doesn't have any emotion, I thought. After wiping my tears. He untied my hands.

"Eat first. You need energy," he said afterward and started the vehicle again. 

He bit his sandwich using his left hand. His right arm remains on the wheel.

My stomach rumbled. I'm hungry.

He glanced at me.

"You better eat now if you don't want to get a stomachache," he said, but his eyes remained on the road.

I unwrapped the sandwich. He's not going to poison me, she thought. He said he needed me. I took a small bite; after I swallowed, I took another bite. I could see from my peripheral vision that the man had finished his sandwich already, and he was sipping his soda.

I am almost finished mine too. One last bite and I'm done. When I put my last bite in my mouth. The man opened a can of soda, inserted a straw, and handed it to me.

"Thanks!" I said. But the man didn't say anything.

I sipped my drink, and when finally done, the man took the can in my hand and put it back in the food compartment. I thought he would tie her hands again, but he just went on with his driving. We turned to the small road and passed through with more big ranches. Whoever owns this ranch must be rich. Then we continued until we entered into a narrow road.

After a while, we stopped in front of the big two-story house. No, it's a mansion almost as big as their house in Gold Coast. But it looks like it's the only house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a wide green and ranches. The man opened his door and slid down. Then he walks toward my door and opens it. He pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the buckle. He opened the sliding door of the van and took out my luggage. He held me down and led me to the house. He chose another key from the bundles in his hand and inserted it into the keyhole. He turned the knob and pushed the door open.

"Where's this place?" I finally spoke.

"You don't need to know," he replied.

"What are you going to do with me now?" I asked.

"Well, I'm just collecting a payment for the long overdue debt," he said.

"I owe nothing to anyone, especially from you," I told him through gritted teeth.

"Maybe not you, but your father does," he said through clenched teeth.

"Then ask him to pay you, not me. I have nothing to do with my father's debt," I replied. 

I'm getting angry now. Why does this man include me with my father's problem? My father doesn't even care about me. 

"Do you mean you kidnapped me for ransom?" I laughed bitterly.

"Do you think he cared?" I continued.

I turned my head away so he could not see my face. I don't want anyone to see my vulnerability. 

"You can call him now if you want," I said.

"You can take a rest; choose which room you like; I'm at the front left. All rooms are free. You can take a shower if you want to. I'll bring your luggage up there." That's all he said and lifted my luggage. 

He went up ahead. Then I heard him open a door and put down my luggage. He said I could choose, so why did he put my luggage in a room?

I felt so tired. I stepped on my feet and went up the stairs. I found my luggage at the door before the door in the middle of the hall. Maybe that's the master's bedroom. So I'm next to the master's bedroom. I looked behind to see which room he was using. Front left, so that's the one. I entered the room.

I'm exhausted.