Chapter 9

Elliot POV

It has been 20 months away from home now and I feel as if I'm ready to go home. I miss my family.

"Alex are you here man" Elliot shouts.

"Hey Elliot, what's up."

"I'm ready to go home tomorrow. I want you to make all the relevant bookings and get all the paperwork in order."

"Ok, I'll get everything sorted out." Finally I have been waiting for this day forever. Seattle here we come.

"I'm going over to the main Island tonight to have one last proper dinner and some dancing. I will see you in the morning."

"Elliot I don't think that's a very good idea. Let me come with you?" At least if I'm there I can watch him. Taylor will have my balls if anything happens to him.

"No, Alex I want to go by myself you sort out everything here and we will go together tomorrow. Now goodnight See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Elliot." Stubborn bastard I hope he don't get himself in trouble.

So tonight is my last night on this glorious Island. This boat ride is so calming. I am definitely coming back here and I am going to bring my family with me. Christian will love this place. Mia will be board out of her mind. Mom and dad will enjoy the peace. The main land were I dock is quiet but I know my boat is safe. I have done this more than a hundred times. I walk up to the local restaurant and have a fabulous supper. I dance with the ladies and drink a little bit too much.

"Fuck I am so pissed right now. But, what's new? What's a trip to the main land if I can't enjoy myself? I should have brought Alex with me he would have driven the boat. No stress I will just drive slow."

I wobble back to my boat at 1 in the morning and set sail back to my beach. It takes me a lot longer to get their due to my state but I make it to my dock on my beach and fall off into a deep sleep at the wheel.

The sun is burning my face and I have to keep my eyes closed because it's so bright it's burning into my brain. The noise of a wounded animal behind me makes me scream like the world is coming to an end, causing Alex to bolt out the house towards me with his gun drawn a look of panic on his face.

Anna POV

The two of us are seated at the grand living room table for our grand supper. All the other staff have been dismissed. I'm still shackled by the feet to the tracks around the floor so I can't run away. I know I am not allowed to talk and master does not like to talk to me anyway. So this is going to be a quiet supper. My whole body is full of black and purple bruises; I even have them under my feet so to walk around is torture. Luckily for me none are permanent.

So today I am the new Sam Sanders with one goal in mind. I can't remember if that is my real name though. I think it is. All I know is I'm now 20 yers old. The one thing I know for sure is my love for flying, I don't know why but I am just at peace when I thing of being in the air.

I think I would love to fly both choppers and Jets. And I know that if given the chance I could learn to pilot one on my own. Master forced me to learn how to sail his ship so that's just another talent I have that I can't use.

Today master is drinking a lot of booze. I've never seen him drink before. He seems to be swaying in his chair. That is definitely not normal. Their must be something else in that drink. The clock on the wall shows its 10 in the evening. At 10.30 master falls over off his chair and is out cold on the floor. Luckily for me I haven't got my shot in the thigh yet.

First thing I do is, take off these shoes my feet are on fire. I run around the table in a panic. He must not get up. With very shaky hands I start searching his pockets for the key, but it's not there. I use all my strength to turn him over onto his back and luckily for me the keys I'm looking for are on a chain on his belt. I battle to unshackle myself because my hands are shaking. When I eventually manage to get them off my ankles I decide to put the shackles on his ankles and run out onto the beach as fast as my legs can take me. But I also know that it does not matter how far I run I know my master will never ever stop looking for me because he paid a fortune for me. $12 million to be exact.

I run and run and run. Every part of my body is in extreme pain not only from the beatings but also from the withdrawal from the drugs. I am totally only now running on fear. If I were to stop for a rest now I will never have the strength to get up again. I think I have been running for over 2 hours when I see a boat bopping in the water. So I quickly and painfully climb onboard and hide under one of the sails thrown on the floor in the back. Out of total exhaustion I pass out cold. When I wake up its light out and I'm dying from the pain. I'm sweating from withdrawals and I empty all my dinner next to me.