Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

I was silent for moment trying to think for another plan on how can I escape from him without breaking any of my bones and getting any bruises. After minutes and minutes of thinking another bulb light up above my head. Ting!

"O..ou..ouch!" I wailed in my stagecraft pain and curled up from my seat holding my stomach with both of my hands. I carry on with making a light whimper as if I was really in pain. I close my eyes and put my face in a grimace behaving as though I'm feeling ill. I'm trying to secretly take a peek on his direction to look at his reaction. He looks a little worried.

"Hey, are you fine?" I was surprised with how calm he is, in this kind of situation.

"M.my tu..mmy hurts like hell." I strive to sound like I was close to crying. "Ouch.. It hu..rts." 

"Are you hungry? Do you need to use restroom?" he is starting to look unsettled.

"Restroom please." "I once again mentally congratulated myself for passing the phase one of my second plan which is the Oplan Escape: Tummy ache method. I think this will work.

The car is speeding up and Deus is intently looking for a sign of a nearby restroom. And I persist in doing my act. My hands never leave my stomach and I keep on whimpering.

"Mama... It hurts..Can you hurry up? I can't take this anymore." He took a glance of me for second and back to the front. 

"Wait, almost there" The car was speeding so fast that I need to hold onto the glove compartment to keep my balance. After a minute I feel the car halted. I raised my head and see that we're in a gasoline station.

"There" Deus pointed a restroom "Use the restroom. Don't try to escape woman. Don't try me." He said that seriously and looks like he's going to kill me if I disobey. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I am dead.

I get down from the car and walk with my weak shaky legs. I bet his watching my every move. The moment I get inside the restroom I swiftly look for route of escape. I moved near the window to see if I can escape climbing out of it. I lift myself up to see where would this window will lead me. 

I see, it will take me to the other side of the gasoline station. It's not that far but maybe I can run from there to hide somewhere. I assess the measurement of the window. It's big enough, I think I will fit on it since I'm thin and sexy so I'll give it a try.

I start removing the screen and pushing myself to slip out over the window ledge and lower myself until I am clinging to the ledge with my outstretched arms. Without hesitation I let go and fall from the ground. Thankfully, it was not that high. I get up from the ground and look around.

My eyes widened and I froze. I'm a dead meat. I'm seeing a shadow. It's a shadow of a man.

Don't tell me it's him?

My heart starts pounding faster than it used to whenever I am being called to answer for a class recitation. Before, I thought school recitations and Mr. De Marco's shouting were the only two things that will keep my heart run in a race but now there is this guy who make it sound like I was in some sort of a horror or thriller movie.

Holy cow! 

Deus was standing a few meters away from me. I bet he'd been watching me and laughing at my lame escape plans. 

OplanEscape: Tummy ache method Phase Two FAILED.

How did he know that I'm going to climb out from the window? 

Am I that obvious? 

Deus was now furiously walking towards me with his clenched jaw and icy glare. I can't move. 

Run Haven Amelie!! Run!! 

He will eventually get a hold of me, but I still run away from him. Expectedly, he run after me. My gosh, I hate running but here I am doing it twice for this evening.

Not long after the start of our chasing game I slipped on a wet ground and he took the chance to capture me. He lifts me up, pushed me against a wall, and put both of his hands beside my head. I was gasping for air and so does he. His stares are intense and never leave my face. I cannot look at him straight in the eye cause it's burning so I look down feeling guilty. I can feel his breath fanning on my face because we're just an inch away for Pete's sake. I want to push him away but I have no strength left. 

"Dammit Heaven!" I saw him aiming a punch and I unconsciously closed my eyes shiveringly afraid that it will be directed to my face. I feel a tightness in my chest, my heart races even more and I'm close to losing my consciousness because of too much nervousness. But the punched on my face didn't happen instead he punched the wall closed to where my head was. 

I sighed a breath of relief thankful that he didn't hurt me. 

"FUCK! I KNEW IT." he again punched the wall. 

"YOU BRAT! I'M TRYING TO BE FUCKING GOOD TO YOU BUT YOU'RE MAKING A FOOL OUT OF ME! BULLSHIT!" he was punching the wall nonstop while continue uttering curses in my face. He's fuming and he's hurting himself. I want to stop him but afraid it will just add fire to the fuel. 

I should have listened. 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"