To Love Again
Disclaimer: I don't own Passions etc.
Chapter 19
A Cab Ride from Hell
Theresa brushed the hair away from her eyes. She had prepared for her trip to the countryside. She wore a simple black dress with a pair of black high heeled shoes. In a couple of minutes the cab that Alistair had sent would arrive and then she would be off.
"I'm sure I have everything." Said Theresa looking around her, coat in hand. Her thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a car horn went off. "And that would be my ride." Said Theresa putting on her coat. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door.
When she stepped outside she was greeted by an ice, cold, penetrating breeze. Theresa shivered and tightened her coat around her. It was amazing at how cold it had gotten since the other day. 'It's too bad that I came during the winter here.' Thought Theresa looking for her ride.
"Bonjour." Said Theresa as she ran to the cab. She jumped in the back seat. "No need for French miss." Said the driver. "Oh you speak English." Theresa said a little surprised. "Yes, I spent a few years in your country... I'm a fast learner." He said looking at her through the rearview mirror.
Theresa shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. She looked through the window and gazed at the scenery. "Beautiful isn't it?" Said the driver. "Huh... oh yes very." Said Theresa giving a small smile. She felt this overwhelming feeling of butterflies in her stomach but also a sudden sadness. She was going to see Fox but he wasn't alive. 'Don't do this to yourself again Theresa, please don't make yourself go through this again.'
'How long is it going to take to get there?" Asked Theresa. The man seemed to be a little startled by her question and was late with giving her his answer. "Ah... perhaps... a half hour." He said. Theresa shrugged off his overdue answer and put her head against the cool glass, closing her eyes she slowly fell asleep.
***
Theresa woke with a start as the cab hit a bump. Theresa groggily moved her head away from the window and looked around her. She was startled to see that the cab was moving down a road that looked practically abandoned and unused. There were trees all around them. Theresa immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Excuse me... sir are we suppose to be on this road." Theresa asked nervously.
The man didn't answer. "Excuse me..." Theresa asked fearfully. "Don't ask stupid questions." He said pulling out a gun and pointing it in the direction of Theresa's face. "Oh my God!" Said Theresa sitting back. "Please don't hurt me." Said Theresa closing her eyes, preparing for the worst. "I'm not going to kill you... yet." He said pulling his gun away from her face.
Theresa sighed in relief and opened her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" Theresa asked as she cautiously grabbed her purse. "It's my job." He said simply. 'His job?' Thought Theresa, weighing his answer. Then the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. Alistair had sent the cab for her, he must have been behind it somehow. 'How could I be so stupid as to give him my address.' She thought yelling at herself mentally.
Theresa looked into her purse to see if she had anything that she could use to protect herself. Theresa grew angry as she found nothing that would help her. She then realized that she didn't even have her cell phone with her. "How can this be happening?" Theresa asked herself quietly. 'What could I have possibly done to cause Alistair to hire someone to kill me.'
Theresa slowly bent down and pulled off her shoe. She slid over to the middle of the seat and waited for the perfect moment when she would take action. When she saw that he wasn't paying attention to her she knocked him over the head with her sharp heel. The heel didn't do much damage but it took him by surprise causing him to accidentally let go of the wheel.
Theresa quickly moved to the door and tried to open it but had no luck since it was locked. "Oh God this is going to hurt." Said Theresa as she quickly slipped on her shoe. The driver had grabbed onto the wheel again and was now yelling in French. He was trying to reach for the gun, that he had dropped onto the cab floor, without letting go of the steering wheel.
Theresa leaned back in her seat and then slammed her foot into the window. "Owww..." Theresa howled in pain as the jagged, broken glass grazed and cut into her skin. Theresa wrenched her foot out of the window and then leaned into the door. She put her hand out of the window and unlocked the door from the outside.
Theresa pushed the door open and stuck her head out. The car was moving down the road at a vast speed. Theresa made a silent prayer as she leapt out of the car before rolling down the street.
~*~
Theresa moaned as she slowly got up. She had been somewhat lucky that she had fallen onto a patch of grass. She steadied herself with a rock, pushing herself to stand somewhat upright. She was sure she had broken her ankle when she jumped out of the car. She turned her head to see where the cab driver was.
*
As soon as Theresa had jumped out of the car he had finally grabbed onto the gun. He then had stopped the car and had gotten out to look for her. He hadn't seen her when she was lying on the ground until she had gotten up. He was now quickly running after her.
*
Theresa stared in fear as he ran towards her. Theresa made a run to the forest in front of her. "Great time to have a broken ankle Theresa..." She said to herself sarcastically as she half skipped half ran through the woods. She could hear the man yelling from behind her. "Oh how I wish I could climb a tree then that would solve all of my problems."
Theresa tripped and fell but quickly got up ignoring the shrill pain that was running through her leg. Tree limbs and branches just seemed to be everywhere. The branches seemed to reach out and grab at her but instead scratched her face and now bare arms. She had left her coat in the cab. Hot tears ran down he cheeks as the pain just seemed to get worse.
"God please help me!" Theresa begged as she ran hoping that he wouldn't catch up with her. The trees started to thin out as she ran on but she still grew frightened as she could still here him behind her. 'There must be a clearing up ahead... if I'm lucky there'll be people there who can help me.' She thought hopefully.
When Theresa broke out of the trees she stopped dead in her tracks trying hard not to lose her balance. The clearing wasn't a clearing at all but was actually a lake of ice. Theresa's heart sank, this man whoever he was would have a clear shot of her once she ran out onto that lake. Theresa could think of only one thing to say at that moment.
"Shit."
Disclaimer: I don't own Passions etc.
Chapter 19
A Cab Ride from Hell
Theresa brushed the hair away from her eyes. She had prepared for her trip to the countryside. She wore a simple black dress with a pair of black high heeled shoes. In a couple of minutes the cab that Alistair had sent would arrive and then she would be off.
"I'm sure I have everything." Said Theresa looking around her, coat in hand. Her thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a car horn went off. "And that would be my ride." Said Theresa putting on her coat. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door.
When she stepped outside she was greeted by an ice, cold, penetrating breeze. Theresa shivered and tightened her coat around her. It was amazing at how cold it had gotten since the other day. 'It's too bad that I came during the winter here.' Thought Theresa looking for her ride.
"Bonjour." Said Theresa as she ran to the cab. She jumped in the back seat. "No need for French miss." Said the driver. "Oh you speak English." Theresa said a little surprised. "Yes, I spent a few years in your country... I'm a fast learner." He said looking at her through the rearview mirror.
Theresa shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. She looked through the window and gazed at the scenery. "Beautiful isn't it?" Said the driver. "Huh... oh yes very." Said Theresa giving a small smile. She felt this overwhelming feeling of butterflies in her stomach but also a sudden sadness. She was going to see Fox but he wasn't alive. 'Don't do this to yourself again Theresa, please don't make yourself go through this again.'
'How long is it going to take to get there?" Asked Theresa. The man seemed to be a little startled by her question and was late with giving her his answer. "Ah... perhaps... a half hour." He said. Theresa shrugged off his overdue answer and put her head against the cool glass, closing her eyes she slowly fell asleep.
***
Theresa woke with a start as the cab hit a bump. Theresa groggily moved her head away from the window and looked around her. She was startled to see that the cab was moving down a road that looked practically abandoned and unused. There were trees all around them. Theresa immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Excuse me... sir are we suppose to be on this road." Theresa asked nervously.
The man didn't answer. "Excuse me..." Theresa asked fearfully. "Don't ask stupid questions." He said pulling out a gun and pointing it in the direction of Theresa's face. "Oh my God!" Said Theresa sitting back. "Please don't hurt me." Said Theresa closing her eyes, preparing for the worst. "I'm not going to kill you... yet." He said pulling his gun away from her face.
Theresa sighed in relief and opened her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" Theresa asked as she cautiously grabbed her purse. "It's my job." He said simply. 'His job?' Thought Theresa, weighing his answer. Then the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. Alistair had sent the cab for her, he must have been behind it somehow. 'How could I be so stupid as to give him my address.' She thought yelling at herself mentally.
Theresa looked into her purse to see if she had anything that she could use to protect herself. Theresa grew angry as she found nothing that would help her. She then realized that she didn't even have her cell phone with her. "How can this be happening?" Theresa asked herself quietly. 'What could I have possibly done to cause Alistair to hire someone to kill me.'
Theresa slowly bent down and pulled off her shoe. She slid over to the middle of the seat and waited for the perfect moment when she would take action. When she saw that he wasn't paying attention to her she knocked him over the head with her sharp heel. The heel didn't do much damage but it took him by surprise causing him to accidentally let go of the wheel.
Theresa quickly moved to the door and tried to open it but had no luck since it was locked. "Oh God this is going to hurt." Said Theresa as she quickly slipped on her shoe. The driver had grabbed onto the wheel again and was now yelling in French. He was trying to reach for the gun, that he had dropped onto the cab floor, without letting go of the steering wheel.
Theresa leaned back in her seat and then slammed her foot into the window. "Owww..." Theresa howled in pain as the jagged, broken glass grazed and cut into her skin. Theresa wrenched her foot out of the window and then leaned into the door. She put her hand out of the window and unlocked the door from the outside.
Theresa pushed the door open and stuck her head out. The car was moving down the road at a vast speed. Theresa made a silent prayer as she leapt out of the car before rolling down the street.
~*~
Theresa moaned as she slowly got up. She had been somewhat lucky that she had fallen onto a patch of grass. She steadied herself with a rock, pushing herself to stand somewhat upright. She was sure she had broken her ankle when she jumped out of the car. She turned her head to see where the cab driver was.
*
As soon as Theresa had jumped out of the car he had finally grabbed onto the gun. He then had stopped the car and had gotten out to look for her. He hadn't seen her when she was lying on the ground until she had gotten up. He was now quickly running after her.
*
Theresa stared in fear as he ran towards her. Theresa made a run to the forest in front of her. "Great time to have a broken ankle Theresa..." She said to herself sarcastically as she half skipped half ran through the woods. She could hear the man yelling from behind her. "Oh how I wish I could climb a tree then that would solve all of my problems."
Theresa tripped and fell but quickly got up ignoring the shrill pain that was running through her leg. Tree limbs and branches just seemed to be everywhere. The branches seemed to reach out and grab at her but instead scratched her face and now bare arms. She had left her coat in the cab. Hot tears ran down he cheeks as the pain just seemed to get worse.
"God please help me!" Theresa begged as she ran hoping that he wouldn't catch up with her. The trees started to thin out as she ran on but she still grew frightened as she could still here him behind her. 'There must be a clearing up ahead... if I'm lucky there'll be people there who can help me.' She thought hopefully.
When Theresa broke out of the trees she stopped dead in her tracks trying hard not to lose her balance. The clearing wasn't a clearing at all but was actually a lake of ice. Theresa's heart sank, this man whoever he was would have a clear shot of her once she ran out onto that lake. Theresa could think of only one thing to say at that moment.
"Shit."
