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19: My Life In Black And White
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2025-05-07 15:44:22On the day I should heal, I get brutally scarred. Not only is he a freaking arms dealer and a serial killer, he's Jax, fucking Harper!
Now it all makes sense, the constant request for me to clean his numerous houses may just be a way to profile me. I cringe. Hate and irritation consume me to my bones. My irrational part, which he owns like a zombie, is now aware of the brewing danger.
What if this is a trap?
Like I'm trapped in the middle of his game?
My legs whip around and take to their heels, yielding to the adrenaline surge. I run blindly, murmuring strings of prayer as I ascend the stairs.
I miss a step and kick the hard steel. A sharp bolt of pain jabs through my spine. A whirlwind of electric trickles in my bones. My leg goes numb.
“Fuck.”
My hands clasp my mouth as I block a loud cry. A sob is trapped in my throat. I blink back tears, hoping to clear my vision.
‘RUN, TESSA!’
The voice returns, louder and colder.
‘Run like your life depends on it… Run like a freaking girl!’
I block out the pain and keep running. Hopefully, I don't end up with amputated limbs. Now, I'm in the middle of the farm. Ella neighs, expecting her food. I run out of the gate and stop.
I'm not sure which route to take. There has to be somewhere around. Jax may be back, and there's no chance to make it out alive. Aishath is still here. Is she aware?
‘Fucking run, Tessa!’
I take the other route leading to the back of the Island. It's lined with tall coconut trees and shrubs. I take every bend, hoping to find a way out.
Sweat drips down my body; I'm panting, and my muscles are growing weaker. I don't know how long I spend turning around the Island, but the sight of a small gate instills peace in my soul.
Strange noises and crickets squeaking make the hair on the nape of my neck stand erect. I double my pace.
‘Oh, god.’ The gate is locked. I'm losing my damn mind.
My eyes roam the fence. It's not high, but certainly not low. The surface is smooth. My brain is working overtime. I fix my leg on a small space in the gate and throw my body upward. I grip the edge of the fence and pull all my weight on my grip till I fall to the other side.
“Ahh.” My body whips the rough ground. Rocks and thorns prick my skin.
I don't register the pain. I pick myself up and continue running. For what seems like thirty minutes, I roam around the deserted farmland.
My phone is back in my room, there’s no way I can call for help.
Noises of footsteps as someone approaches me make me freeze on my track. He comes into view. I heave a soft sigh on seeing it's a stranger.
“Hello… Hey…” I stutter. I know nothing about the native Maldivian tribe.
He gasps and whips his face to the side on seeing a half-naked woman. First, my lace is see-through; second, it's torn, revealing good skin.
“Please, help. Help.” I sob. “I need to call home.” I demonstrate as I speak.
He pulls out his phone and blindly hands it to me. I dial my mum's number. It's not reachable. The same as Ella. My attention is called to the absent network bar. I'm cooked.
“Tha- thanks.” I hand him his phone and resume running. How I look in public means nothing to me at the moment.
I'm running out of time. Soon, night will fully settle, and I may just land in another predator's trap, maybe a more dangerous one.
An old Hilux shows up from afar as it drives along the narrow pathway.
With all that's in me, I push through, running like I'm seeing the finish line. My legs are bruised and hurting. I stop in the middle of the road and continuously flag down the rickety vehicle.
It slows down. While I hope that it's a lady, I don't have a choice. I can't even imagine what would be going through the driver's mind at the sight of a naked damsel.
Then it stops.
“Please, help.” I rush over to the driver's door and beat the shaky window.
The glass slowly winds down, revealing the face of my monster. One hand is on the wheel, and the other is clutched around a bloodied knife.
“Did you miss your way, mama?”
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