Splashing the ice cold water on my face, I looked up at the mirror and cringed at my reflection. The bags under my eyes clearly portrayed my lack of sleep these past few days.
When the tears refused to come I felt myself going into withdrawal, simply giving up on life. Demetrius has noticed as well but his concern was the least of my worries.
Picking up my shoulder bag, I left the room and went downstairs.
I didn't utter a word as I made my move towards the door.
"And where do you think you are going?" Demetrius enquired staring at me long and hard.
I vaguely responded. "Out."
"Out where?"
"Just, out." Stunning him into silence, he slowly got up of his chair and approached me.
"You didn't answer my question Sophia, I said, where?" He moved past me to stand in front of the door, his large frame made it almost impossible for me to get past
Is it wrong if I thought of leaving, even for a second?Would that make me wicked and selfish?Would that make me exactly like him?Carelessly destroying life you could have easily preserved.What if I did choose to leave?Would I come back home the next day to find my husband alive and well?I refused to answer the question, the thought alone made me weak and afraid, it made me feel powerless because even though Demetrius feels he is the one protecting me. I am protecting him.Deciding to turn my phone on, I wasn't surprised at the 78 missed calls and 112 messages. I didn't bother to read any of them, I knew exactly what he had to say to me and trust me, it was not pleasant.Walking slowly to the home that would certainly be hell soon, I looked around the beautiful country that is Greece and savoured this moment of freedom because
Wrapping my coat tighter around me, I walked into the club.The sight that greeted me second time round definitely did not disappoint.This time bodies lay sprawled out in random areas of the room, most lay completely knocked out cold while others unsuccessfully attempted to get up.Stepping carefully over the bodies, I screamed as my leg is suddenly grabbed hold of by a pair of cold hands and dragged down to the grimy floor."Please let me go, I'll give you anything you want, money, credit cards anything!" I begged, desperately attempting to pry the drunkard's hands from my leg.A loud laugh stops me short. "Come on princess, I thought you'd have a little more guts than that."Realising who the pervert is, I quickly get up, collecting any ounce of dignity I had left."That wasn't funny." I mutter unimpressed."No, it was absolutely hila
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to give your old man a hug?" He questions taking a swig from the bottle.I can't even look him the eyes. "I think I'll just stand."He nods, excepting the fact that I will not go anywhere near him
He is gone. I reread the note several times trying somehow to fathom the fact that his disappearance has not only put him but me in deep shit. I'm fucked.Demetrius probably has a tail of about twenty or so men after him, all armed with massive guns and machetes, eager to kill.
Demetrius' POVI was running, pushing my legs to the limit. I wouldn't let them get me, I couldn't let them get me. I continued to flee, my muscles burned in agony when I refused to take much needed rest. Only one goal registered in my brain.
I woke up with an unbearable aching in my head and a grumbling stomach."What happened?"I muttered, frantically searching around my surroundings, I was in a big room, much like my own, only only it wasn't. I wasn't in my home.When I tried to stand
Demetrius' POVAlexander has been a good friend of mine for over ten years, he is a private detective, one of the best if so say so myself. When my father was kidnapped five years ago it was Alexander who helped me find him. Unfortunately we never did find out who kidnapped him. I have no doubt that it was Fabio, his reason, I would never know.
Demetrius' POV"Wait? I am not waiting for anything! We are going right now to find my wife and I will not wait a second longer." Alexander continued to delay, one procedure after another, if we weren't such good friends I would have already stormed out of that room, ignoring his professional advice.