A TWIST OF FATE || Rewriting

Ch. 14 || Bad Blood

Zaria 🌹
 

The parking lot was 5 minutes walk away from the club.

It's past midnight and there's barely any shadow of a human out here on the dark street.

I can still feel the taste of Damien on my lips. 

Oh god, why doesn't it go away ? 

I walked fast and rushed to get to my car in case Damien followed me.

I shouldn't expect that he'll follow me when he left me all alone that day in the middle of nowhere.

But the low sound of the engine behind me made me curious to turn around.

Is that Damien ?

Paying no mind to the car, I continued walking on the sidewalk but it stopped right beside me.

But instead of Damien's car, I saw a black SUV.

It's the same car which stopped by to hand me over those mysterious manuscripts a while ago.

I stiffened in my place. Flames rushed down my skin and burned in each part of my skin.

Two muscular men stepped out of the car and walked towards me hurriedly. 

One has short brown hair and is covered in tattoos from head to Toe. One is bald and has ugly scars over it. 

The brown hair one stopped next to me while the bald one stood behind me to trap me between them.

"Lady, we want you to come with us," the brown haired man said. 

I could only leave a humorless chuckle in response as I crossed my arms over my chest. Not Because I'm scared but because who the hell they think they're?

"Are you High or something ?" I asked in disbelief.

He groaned as he reached out to grab my arm. I reared back and landed my fist on the side of his face.

They stalked me, they're after my family, they hurted thia. How the fuck I'm supposed to stay calm and talk this through without taking out my anger which has been burning like lava inside of my chest.

"You bitch" he groaned in pain.

Funny, how my tiny fist did too much.
Well, again, I'm anything but weak.

"Is that what you think?" I said bitterly.

The bald man from behind me grabbed both of my elbows.
He definitely gonna regret that.

I headbutted him, breaking his nose. 
He released my arms and the sound of his cursing groans filled the air surrounding us. 

"You're both too weak." I cringed with a mockery tone in my voice.

"Is your boss too powerless and weak to afford good quality pets ?" I asked. The brown haired man tried to slap me but I grabbed the arm and molded it around his back. The sound of his bone cracking satisfied me.