She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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"You motherfucking bitch," Leon rages, leaping from the ledge and lunging at the knife in my grasp. He screams as I slash it upwards, a wound running up his eye. I'm aware that more guards are on their way here, so I stalk forward as he keeps his gaze fixed on the ground. He doesn't notice me and I smirk. I lift the knife and, without a second's hesitation, let it fly, slashing across his neck. Red seeps from the cut as the ridges of its material drive deeper into his flesh. As he lets forth a painful bellow, blood drops forcefully to the ground.
It seemed as if I could hear his heartbeat slowing down faster and faster in my ears. When he collapses to the ground just as the door slams open, the beats are nearly non-existent. Even still, I continue to hear it. I let a delighted grin creep across my face as the taps rang in my head. As the beats halt, my inner joker comes out, and I can't disguise the joy on my face.
The guard who was monitoring his pulse let go of his body, swiveling his head around to see me smile. As he stands to his full height, almost as tall as Leon, his eyes narrow. Or, at least how tall Leon was.
I start counting the numbers in my head as he raises his hand in the air.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
A bullet pierces the air before his hand can even touch me, though there is no sound. Except for a slight gasp as he falls to the ground with a bullet in his head, the guard says nothing. Slowly, heads turn to Nicholas, and I grin as they appear to be about to piss their pants.
It was actually quite simple. Nicholas enjoys running this place in a specific sequence. It's as if he has a detailed list of what he needs to do at any given time. As a result, I had to wait. I waited for several days and nights, attempting to put together his routine. And I did, despite the fact that it had been 382 days.
It's taken this long, but I'll be out of here shortly. Just a bit more patience to get through the next few days.
If Nicholas' flight arrives at 3 p.m. and it's a 17-minute drive from there to here, he'll arrive at 3:17 p.m. During that 17-minute period, he would receive a call from security alerting him to a problem with me. As a result, he'll rev up the engine and arrive in half the time, at 3:08. Even if he races downstairs, getting here at 3:11 will take at least 3 minutes.
This means I'd have to complete my strategy by 3:11. And, as the two guards laying in the corner can attest, that the plan did fully work.
"Unless I say so, no one touches her." Nicholas clenches his teeth, his keen gaze falling on the rest of the guards, who all nod. "Clean up this mess. Arabella will be transferred to a new cell." He orders a couple guards to go out and get cleaning equipment, while two others stand on each side of me, pinning my arms as they pull me away.
