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Wait… My body is intact.

Something fell to the ground… I turned very slowly, and people's screams rose around me. The man attacking me was lying down, his shoulder covered in blood. My eyes stared at him for a moment before slowly raising to the source of the bullet.

There, in front of me, stood a man who looked like a gang leader or a professional killer. His features were stone-cold, expressionless. He held a gun in his hand, and without saying a word, he advanced steadily towards me.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he grabbed my wrist so tightly that I screamed:

"Leave me! Leave me alone!"

But he didn't stop, and he didn't care about my screams. His grip was like iron, painful and harsh. Suddenly, he lifted me easily onto his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

I started screaming and struggling with all my might:

"Leave me! I'll call the police! I killed the man! Let me go!"

But my screams were in vain. He didn't respond. His face didn't even move. He seemed to be in another world, completely separate from my fear and terror.

The strangest thing was the people. Those who had gathered around the scene moments before, split up to let him go. No one tried to intervene or help me. Their faces were filled with fear, as if they knew him or feared him.

I can't deny that I felt scared, who could not be afraid when in the hands of a human monster?

He continued walking with steady steps as if his goal was completely defined, until we reached a corner far from the crowd of people. A police car passed by us, but it completely ignored us, heading towards the scene of the accident that had occurred there. I was in shock, in the hands of this huge man and I was struggling with everything I had, but no one stood up to help me.

He stopped suddenly, then violently pulled me down from his shoulder, but he did not let go of my wrist that was in his grip, as if his hand was just a shackle binding me.

I screamed as I tried to escape:

"I told you, leave me! Or I will slap you!"

He looked at me with a look of contempt, then said in a rough voice, which was like a beast's roar:

"Listen, you will go home, and you will follow the road without any objection. If you try to deviate or turn back, I will split your head open."

His words were a harsh threat, and his voice sounded like someone accustomed to control and domination. He was not just a man, but something much more deadly.

I looked at him with eyes burning with anger, and I could not hold back my tongue:

"None of your business! How dare you interfere? How did your heart allow you to shoot a man in front of everyone?...Who are you...huh..??"

He responded to me with a mocking look and said sarcastically:

"You are really crazy, have you ever been to an insane asylum?"

I opened my mouth to answer him, but his phone suddenly rang. He rudely took out the phone and answered without letting go of my wrist that he was holding tightly.

"Yes, sir... She's with me... Don't worry, she's fine..... Yes, I had a little difficulty, ...but the situation is under control now... Understood, sir."

His words were shocking, carrying a strange submissiveness. All this bulk and strong body and these features that suggest roughness and authority, and in the end he's just a servant obeying his master?

Damn! I thought he was a gang leader who was above all, but he was just a man carrying out orders like an obedient soldier.

I couldn't help but dive into my thoughts, but suddenly, I realized that he was talking about me, about my situation!

I tried to escape from his grip, screaming as I struggled fiercely:

"Whose subordinate are you?! Let go of me, dinosaur! Who sent you?!"

His hand stopped tightening its grip, and he looked at me with an expression I can't describe. A mixture of disgust and shock crossed his face as if he was facing a strange creature for the first time.

What's wrong with him? Why is he looking at me like that? Did I say something strange?

For a moment, I stopped struggling with him, trying to comprehend the situation. Suddenly, and with all strange rationality, I found myself changing the subject without realizing it.

"Why didn't the police chase you?" I said in a hoarse voice full of confusion.

He looked at me coldly and replied in a confident tone:

"Because I'm one of their men... I'm part of their system, and the bullet I shot him with was in his arm, they'll definitely save him."

My eyes widened in shock, I felt the words choke in my throat. I said in panic:

"Are you kidding?!"

But he didn't pay attention to my fear. He looked at my entire body with obvious disgust before saying coldly:

"You talked to me too long. Don't you realize that?"

At that moment, I realized that I was really in trouble. I felt the weight of fear weighing on my chest, but I didn't give in. I slowly rolled my free hand towards my bag, searching for the knife that I always carry with me. I grabbed him tightly, and before I could move to attack him...

I saw his face.

He was smiling.

Then...

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-7:00-

"Wake up, girl!" My mother's voice was so close, accompanied by the feeling of her shaking me gently.

I slowly opened my eyes, the familiar ceiling above me, the familiar smell of my room, the light streaming in through my window.

This...is my home. My room.

What happened? How did I get back here? Where were you?

I finally opened my eyes fully to find my mother standing next to me, splashing some water on my face, and signs of concern filling her features.

"Your father and I found you passed out in front of the door!" she said in a troubled voice.

I closed my eyes again, sighing deeply as I tried to comprehend what had happened. There were two possibilities: either what had happened was real, and that man had brought me home unconscious, or that it had all been an illusion, a mere illusion that had made me lose consciousness.

I gently held my mother's hand to calm her down, and said in a reassuring voice:

"Don't worry, mom, I didn't sleep well at Ramsay's house, and when I came back and didn't find you two at home, I sat waiting, but the cold had affected me and I felt sleepy."

My mother seemed to be convinced, and perhaps preferred not to delve into the details. She replied:

"We're sorry, my little one. We went on an important business and forgot to send you a message."

Really? What kind of parents are they? You and I both know very well that it was intentional. A simple message wouldn't take them a minute! They must be hiding something from me.

I nodded in agreement, then said calmly:

"Where is my father?"

Her features changed slightly as she said hesitantly:

"He's downstairs, watching TV."

I couldn't believe it. My father was rarely home at this time, especially since it was his work time.

"Isn't he going to work?" I asked her in surprise.

She replied as she got up and adjusted her clothes:

"And you, aren't you going to school? Use your mind a little... No work these three days, it's a state-issued news."

She paused for a moment, then added as if to end the conversation:

"Leave it, go down for dinner."

I was lost in thought, trying to piece together the events in my mind. Grandma Maru's words still echoed inside me... Could it be that Gabriel was the one who intervened?

Oh my God, what happened today? It's like a dream, or maybe an endless nightmare. How can I forget what happened with that monster? He shot... But why?

White... Why did he shoot?

I buried my face in the pillow and let out a muffled scream, trying to release this confusion that filled me. But my screams were suddenly cut off by my father's loud voice shouting:

"Raquila...!!!"

I went downstairs, with hesitant steps, to find my father sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand, while my mother stood beside him with obvious tension and looked at me with strange looks.

Oh... I know these movements well, they are a harbinger of a long lecture or bad news.

"Sorry... Am I late for dinner?" I said, trying to lighten the mood with a nervous smile.

But my father completely ignored my question and looked at me seriously, then slowly removed his glasses and said in a firm voice: "Raquila... Listen to me."

My heartbeat accelerated, I felt a coldness spreading through my limbs. This scene was not familiar, and the atmosphere seemed strangely heavy.

I smiled even more nervously and said in a hesitant voice: "Well... Dad... Is everything okay?"

Suddenly, I remembered the events of the morning. Could he have known what happened?

Did he hear about the armed man? Or about that monster who kidnapped me?

Will I be punished now? Or have I caused a bigger problem than I expected?

"Everything is fine so far, as long as we haven't found you dead. Thank God," my father said sharply.

His words were enough to make my chest tighten, but I remained silent.

He continued, looking at me blankly: "We have work in Istanbul. We're leaving tomorrow."

I froze. "What? How? And why?! What is this work?"

He looked at me angrily and said: "Lower your voice, it's bothering me."

I lowered my head and said calmly: "Sorry."

He continued in a dry tone: "It's none of your business what the work is. We'll go tomorrow and come back in two weeks. We won't be late."

Two weeks? Mom and Dad together? It seemed strange, but I decided not to ask more.

I said hesitantly: "What about my school?"

He replied without looking at me: "You're not going. You'll stay here."

I looked at him in shock: "I'll stay alone?"

He smiled sarcastically and said, "Of course not. How can I trust you? We might come back and find the house burned down or filled with alcohol and whores like you."

His words were like a thunderbolt. I felt a burning sensation in my eyes, but I fought back my tears. Why does he always see me in such a bad light?

He finished by saying, "You will live at Mr. Gabriel's house until we return."

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