You Distract Me - Chapter 59: Chapter 59

Olivia
When the door finally burst open, I was too distracted to even look its way.
A rough grip around my injured arm tore a scream out of me, loosening my hold around the gun before it fell to the floor. I came right back to reality, the sound of gunshots and blaring alarms filling my ears.
Sasha yanked me to my feet, passing a disgusted look at the unconscious Irish on the ground. "How the hell does a little girl manage to overpower a mountain? Today's your lucky day, princess. Guess who's here to save the fucking day?"
"Shayne," I said, relief and exhilaration overwhelming me.
Sasha started to drag me away, worsening the pulsating pain around my arm. But I swallowed my agony, not wanting Shayne to see me hurting in any way.
At the door stood the blue eyed woman I'd seen earlier. She appeared unbothered by the commotion going on around us, casually leaning against the door frame.
"You're getting us out of here, Ashford." Sasha said to Blue Eyes, now Ashford.
"My job was the girl, not you. I'm sure you'll be alright, Ms. King." The tight-lipped smile did nothing but chill my bones, even with the help of the balmy English accent.
Sasha pulled me back when Ashford tried to reach for me. "Well, you have new orders now. Take us out of here or else you won't get what you want. It's all up to you," Sasha said, her tone hard and shaky.
A bolt of anger flashed through her gaze, but she remained calm. "Alright." She leaned into Sasha's face. "But if at any point you become a liability, I won't hesitate to dispose of you."
"Fair enough. Now mind doing your job?"
Ashford seized my arm, but I yanked on it. My attempt did nothing to alter my captor's strong hold or fluid stride. I was running dangerously low on energy.
"You don't actually believe you're gonna leave this place, do you? The building is probably surrounded and a chopper would be a stupid idea."
"Who said anything about a chopper, genius?" Sasha said, speaking in the most demeaning tone I'd ever heard.
"Then what do you plan on doing?" Just as I spoke, we reached a pair of elevator doors that alternated between two floors, if the floor numbering above them was any indication. We must have been going to the roof.
None of them answered as we got into the shaft. A sense of panic hit me, afraid that I wouldn't get another chance to escape.
I closed my eyes in readiness to attempt the pinnacle of idiocy. But just as I opened my eyes, Shayne appeared in front of the elevator. Her gun was aimed at Ashford, laser-eyed focus tensing her facial features.
I was so unprepared to feel her so close, my vision blurred for a moment. "Baby," I said, my voice thick with emotion. I was bone-tired and ready for her to take me into her arms.
She spared me a glance, faltering for the slightest of moments as pained eyes took me in.
However, that was all Ashford needed to raise her gun to my head, catching us off-guard, even Sasha.
But Shayne came together quickly, her brows furrowing down. "If you'd wanted her dead, you'd have already done that. Clearly we're on the same side here. So just give her to me and we'll both be on our way."
"Thanks for the offer, but I've got a job to do."
"And I've got a clear shot, so think twice."
"No need," Ashford said with a sense of finality before shoving Sasha out of the shaft and pushing the button.
The elevator doors closed just I saw Shayne throw Sasha off of her and rush for us, but it was too late.
I fell to my knees, hearing the sound of Shayne's bangs on the elevator doors lessen as the shaft moved. I started to cry outwardly, ignoring the devil standing beside me.
My sobbing faltered when I realized the shaft hadn't stopped moving for the last couple of minutes. I became more paranoid when we continued to move for several more minutes. I'd thought there were only two floors!
And I had the strangest falling sensation, like I was descending at a high speed. It could only mean that we were heading down, below the ground, deep into the earth!
Upon the revelation, the elevator doors opened, leading into a steel walled tunnel. A gleaming black sedan was parked a few feet from the elevators.
"Is this how Oran Demir has been slipping through everyone's fingers?" I said, in awe of the genius engineering despite myself.
Ashford ignored me and pulled me along by my arm. "C'mon."
When we reached the vehicle, she opened the boot and pulled out an army green duffel bag.
She shoved the bag into my arms. "Clean up and change inside," she said, gesturing to the car.
I planted my feet to the ground. "You really don't expect to get away with this, do you?"
"I don't have all day, lady." Like the barbarian I made her out to be, she dragged me to side of the car to open the door and shove me into the back seat.
"You don't have much of a soul, do you?"
"Not really." She slammed the door shut.
I screamed with frustration, throwing the duffel bag to the floor of the car. Refusing to follow her orders, I sat back in the seat and folded my arms.
A light bulb went on in my head.
But just as the flicker of hope came, it went just as fast when I didn't see the car keys in the ignition. Damn it.
But I wasn't giving up yet. Ashford stood on one side of the car, which meant I could jump out the other side and run like my life depended on it. Which it did.
I reached over the door on the other side, successfully getting it open when the door I'd come in through flew open. Next thing I knew, my leg was being pulled back with incredible force, it had me instinctively going into fight mode.
I turned to see Ashford's vexed face and with much pleasure, I lifted my free leg and used all my force to kick my heel into her face. The action had her rearing back, resultantly letting go of my calf.
I scrambled to my knees and bolted out the door I'd opened. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I headed straight for the elevators. But to my utter mortification, there were no buttons anywhere to be seen. The devil was at work if anything.
Without hesitation, I sprinted into the opposite direction, running past the car and Ashford, and deeper into the tunnel.
My little run lasted a total of ten seconds before I felt pain shoot through the back of my thigh.
"Ah!" I fell to my knees, immediately reaching behind to feel a small, metal, cylindrical object sticking into my thigh. I pulled it out and tossed it aside, getting back up and continuing on.
But it only took a moment before the effects of whatever that jerk had shot into me took effect. My steps slowed as my vision hazed over and my body weighed a million tons.
"Shit," I said, unable to go on as I went down on my hands and knees, crawling through the dimly lit tunnel.
The sound of an engine made me all the more helpless and I was now down to my stomach and elbows, pushing forward until I couldn't anymore.
The car stopped next to me and I watched a bloody-nosed Ashford come out of it.
She crouched over my limp body, her voice a mile away. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry."
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It'd been a whole week since I'd woken up in this place, judging by the clock on the bedside table of the bed I'd been using.
What I hated most about the place was that it was breathtakingly beautiful.
It was an ultra modern cabin right in the middle of the forest, with whatever amenities one would need, including all around security. Yet it was obvious the darkly dressed men surrounding the house weren't trying to keep me safe but were more interested in keeping me prisoner.
At the moment I was standing in front of the ceiling to floor windows in the gorgeous great room. The sight of magnificent waterfalls, dense forest and exotic birds never seemed to tire me. Apart from using what I needed for my basic needs, admiring the sight was the only luxury I allowed myself to have.
My sweater and jeans like all the clothes I'd found in the closet of my room, fitted me to perfection and I hated that. I also hated that it terrified me.
"Good morning, Olivia."
I turned to the gentle voice and saw Noella coming into the room, her long golden-silver locks framed her beautiful aged face.
I wasn't sure what purpose she served in this disgusting setup but it was clear she was multi-skilled. She'd been nursing my wounds, cooking my food, doing my laundry, cleaning the house and watching my every move.
I ignored her, ever indifferent towards her. She worked for or with the enemy. I wasn't here to make any friends.
"What would you like for breakfast today?" she asked, even though she knew I'd never respond. "Well, I'll just make a bit of everything so you can decide."
I turned away from her and walked into the direction of my room.
"Your father is coming today. You should wear something nice."
I paused and spoke without turning back to her. "Oran Demir is not my father."
"Your DNA would beg to differ."
"Fuck you." I continued to my room, slumming the door shut and wishing above everything else that I could lock it, but the bastards didn't bother with a key.
I wanted to cry out my frustration, but over the last week, I'd already ran out of tears. All I could do was wallow in self-pity and miss the people I loved, hate the people that were responsible for what was happening to me and hope for the best.
And even though I'd only known Ashford for a little while, she was the one I hated the most. If it wasn't for her, I would have been in Shayne's arms by now, but the barbarian had a job to do.
I hadn't seen her since she'd tranquilized me like I was some kind of animal. Yet vividly remember her telling me she was sorry.
Bullshit, if she truly was sorry, she wouldn't have thrown me into the arms of the devil.
A loud whirring sound pulled me out of my thoughts. I went to the window and saw a black helicopter flying towards the house. The way my heart somersaulted left me breathless, reeling in nausea and making my legs weak. I suddenly couldn't breathe, gripping the edge of the window, fighting for my next breath.
The door to my room opened and next thing I knew, Noella is turning me to her, gently talking me into taking deep breaths.
"Relax, you're okay. Just think about taking that next breath." She massaged my shoulders as she calmed me down.
I started to sob out of nowhere, the load of stress and fear I'd been gathering coming out in waves. "I can't do this. Please just let me go. I just wanna go home."
"You know that can't happen, but I can guarantee you that you'll be just fine."
When she saw I failed to control my crying, she held me to her, rubbing my back as she spoke soothing words into my ear, reminding me of a mother's love.
Her affection seemed to have worked because the tears gradually  reduced.
Shocking the both of us with my next words, I said, "Do you mind being there with me?"
Her expression immediately turned hopeful and elated. "Of course I'll be there with you." She wiped my tears. "You can do this."
She held my hand and we walked out of the room.
Despite the chaos within me, deep down there was a part of me that was curious to meet Oran Demir, my biological father, the man who had been causing havoc to the lives of those I loved.
When we entered the great room, he was right there.
I couldn't mistake him for anyone else even though I'd never seen him before now.
He immediately stood when he saw us enter the room, his big and towering presence dwarfing both mine and Noella's.
He smiled, his eyes looking suspiciously teary. "Hello, my princess."
Yes, I'm back, after a looooong while. I truly am sorry about that.