The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Sixty eight: I can kill you... and dump you by the roadside

Ottawa, Canada.

Lately I've been loosing sleep,
Dreaming about the things that we could be.
Lately I've been praying hard,
Saying no more counting dollars,
We'll be counting stars. 〰️  One republic.

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"Please."

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"No."

"Please Sisi, just give me this one chance."

I pushed the hand on my face off in pure frustration. "No, Ian," I said in annoyance. "Let go of my hand and leave my face alone, I've already told you no a million and one times already, I'm not going to change my mind so just let the damn thing go already."

He sat up pouting unrelentingly. "But why won't you just give me this one chance? Why won't you accept to come with me."

"You really want to know why?" I asked calmly taking a deep breath. He nodded his head attempting to give me puppy dog eyes which I just ignored. "Because Ian, I'm not about to follow someone who I'm not even completely sure of who they are to a place that I don't even know just like that. I'm not as stupid as you must think I am," I told him not giving a hint of any emotion whatsoever. I instantly noticed his face fall and he seemed somewhat safe and I think I almost felt slightly bad... the keyword being almost though.

He sighed in what I guess I mistook for surrender but he ran his hand over his face and went on. "You think I don't know that trust me I really do but then that's why I'm asking you politely to just come with me, to give me only this one chance to try. I know you don't trust me and believe stupid is the last thing I'll ever think you are but I need you to trust me on this one if you follow me to where I'm asking you to follow me and if you still don't remember me," he took a deep breath and went on and it looked like it was very hard for him to go on. "Then I promise I'll let go and never bother you again."

"If you also promise not to call me that annoying name again-"

"I promise!" He exclaimed immediately without even thinking about it, the look in his eyes proved that he was without a doubt confident in himself about this. I looked him over and sighed rolling my eyes in submission.

"Fine, but there better be food," I said getting up and walking towards the stairs barely even looking back as I suddenly felt really sleepy.

"You already know it," he said getting up and moving quickly to the door. "I'll pick you up in an hour okay." I didn't even answer so he took the hint and closed the door behind him.

I closed my room door and leaned against the door for a while before sighing and walking towards my full-length mirror. I stared at myself in disappointment at the mess I had created of myself. I touched my face and sighed sadly, even though I had spent millions to get it back to its original, perfect form, I couldn't help the gruesome images that kept replaying themselves in my head every time I closed my eyes. I couldn't help the nightmares that woke me up every time, I couldn't help the tears I shed those nights as I struggled to get myself to not sleep again so those nightmares wouldn't come to me again.

Sleeping used to be like my comfort but now it was the source of all my pain because every time I closed my eyes I saw the faces of my abductors very clearly and every time I tried to sleep all the things that took place in that warehouse for all those months came back refusing to ever let me find peace, who needed peace anyway.