UNRAVEL (unedited)

Chapter Nineteen

Friday, 17th of June, 2011

Atlanta, Georgia

(AURORA'S POV)

The shot rang out near me causing me a headache. It surprised me when I saw the man that tried to save me alive with no bullet wound. I was relieved that he was okay since he almost died saving me. The man holding me fell slack unto the pavement with a bullet to his head, clearly dead.

That had kick-started my already upset stomach to throw up its contents near the dead body. After that short event of vomiting, I realized that I was still in a hostage situation with my supposed kidnappers that were calmly waiting for me to pull myself together.

I was scared. I didn't know why they killed their supposed leader or what they wanted from me. It seemed they noticed my sudden frantic state as the shooter tried to calm me down while his buddies helped my failed rescuer of the ground.

"Miss Kingston", that jolted me of my panicking state. "The man that held you hostage was working directly under your stepmother. He and the rest of us were paid to dispose of you and disappear."

I wasn't surprised that she would go to that extent to eliminate me. I knew she hate me and killing did seem like her forte. But, it didn't explain why they weren't trying to kill me now.

"Unfortunately for her, we were hired by someone else to watch her and protect you at all cost."

This information made my head swim which wasn't good since I was still a bit tipsy. I stumbled a bit but the shooter caught me while the others dragged the corpse into the back of the van and placed my injured savior with it.

All I could ask was, "Who hired you?"

"Vincent Kingston"

'Grandpa Vin' I thought as I passed out into oblivion...

Saturday, 18th of June, 2011

Waking up with an excruciating hangover was terrible, especially with the harshness of the sun rays beaming on your face made it worse. I got up from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I did my business before reality caught up to me when I realized that I was in my grandfather's home.

He bought the place after I went to college since I wasn't staying at the Kingston mansion anymore. He wanted me to be away from my bitchy stepmother and her domineering ways. The last time I visited him was few weeks ago to talk to him about my problems in my marriage.

It was a simple home of a middle class family with four bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room and had a homely feel to it. I realized that I was in my old bedroom that he assigned to me whenever I came back from college at the end of each semester.

I had a quick shower and dental care before I left the room. I walked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen since I could smell breakfast being prepared. I got there to see a familiar stranger and that made me realize that everything that happened wasn't a dream. It was my rescuer from yesterday cooking breakfast.

'So it wasn't a dream.' I sigh in frustration and resignation.

'That bitch is going down.' I thought just as I sat on the stool next to the kitchen counter.

The noise I made alerted him to my arrival. He turns to face me with a smile despite the stitches and bruises on his face, making me feel guilty for dragging him into this mess.

"Good morning."

"....morning." I muttered silently. There was nothing good about the morning since I still felt awful. He apparently noticed since he offered me a glass of water and some aspirins for my headache.