Novel Titanic
Chapter 14 (Kylie Bray)
Chapter 14 (Kylie Bray)
'hey, miss me yet? Still have some stuff to do should be back in an hour. What you getting up to.'
Vincent
I look at the screen of my phone, blushing from another text of Vincent's. Beggar and I decided to leave
the house today, we're on our way to a frat party at my University.
Vincent and I haven't been on an official date. Deno, Beggar and Vincent's cousin has agreed to keep
Beggar company tomorrow night while I accompany Vincent to a family dinner.
I am nervous and giddy at the same time.
He sends me text and kisses me until I am again melting in a puddle, but now he isn't staring daggers
at me when I do.
Now I get chuckles and sweet words.
We haven't had sex, not sure why I still hold back but I do.
I guess when we finally get what we want things are different. I find that I am changing and I can't stop
it from happening.
'on our way to a frat party. Wont be home b4 one.' Kylie
'Be-careful, come straight back when you done, I will be waiting...' Vincent
Beggar is quiet in the car.
Stopping at the stop street, I drop the volume of the music,
“What's up, don't you want to go?” I question her.
Six weeks have already flown by since she became a permanent fixture in my life.
While she says that I have helped her, she has helped me. She won't take the place of Diamond, no
one could.
Diamond is my other half.
But Beggar has become an extension of that.
She rubs the scar on her neck, “Can we stop somewhere else for a bit.”
Frowning at her sudden request, unease curls in my belly, but I shrug it off,
“Sure, where do you have in mind.”
“I have the address it isn't too far from here,” her hoarse voice laces with uncertainty.
“What's going on Beggar.”
The light changes and I drive to side of the road switching the car off. Turning to face my friend, who is
looking great tonight.
I used a lot of make-up to cover the permanent scar on her neck. Her jeans are a pair of Diamonds, fit
snug on her thin body, with a loose cashmere lilac top.
I'm wearing a jeans and blue t-shirt with black boots, my normal OUTFIT when I go partying at my
University.
“When you were in the bathroom I heard the buzzer so I answered the door and found this.”
I look down at the tape recorder she hands to me, I didn't even know she had this.
Taking it from her out stretched hand with shaky fingers, I press play, and a man's voice comes through
the small speakers. A man with a strong European accent.
“Tut, tut, tut, lair, liar, liar, always running, always hiding, you filthy dirty Beggar. Guess who I found.”
I hear a scream of a child, a girl and I drop the recorder on the cars floor.
“Who is that?” I ask her, my eyes the size of saucers.
“My monster.”
“No Beggar who is the girl screaming?” She drops her head not answering.
“Beggar, who the fuck is she Sugar.”
“My daughter.”
I am shocked and stunned by this revelation, I thought her daughter was dead. It is what I have heard.
Vincent said so himself.
Life has a odd way of turning out, secrets always coming to light in the worst of times.
“He had this address attached to it.”
She hands me the crinkled note. I remain quiet as I put the cars light on to READ it, underneath the
address which is an industrial area is a message,
'come alone, or she dies tick tock, you have 'til midnight.
“We need to call Vincent or Kevin.”
It is the logical thing to do. I can't just let this kid die, Beggar's child. I can't believe she has a daughter.
“No.” She screams holding her throat, “Drop me there and leave.”
I start the car, “You can't go alone, I'm going with you.”
I send off an SOS to Kevin and drop my phone in the side door of my car so Beggar can't see it in case
it rings.
“You will die, are you ready to die,” her words scare me, but I don't answer that question because I
honestly don't know the answer to it.
Sometimes we have to make choices out of obligation and this, now is one OF those times.
I won't be able to live with myself if I don't go and that little girl dies.
So I don't really have a choice in the matter. I won't leave Beggar on her own.
This is not a case of revenge for herself, but a rescue of her daughter.
We drive the hour to this place, a docking space full of containers stacked up. My stomach is in knots
and it has since darkened.
Parking on the outer parts of the docking area, we both jump out at the same time.
“Let's go that way,” she says moving to the stacks of containers.
I can't say how I never see it. I can't tell you how I don't hear them.
One second we are walking to the containers and the next we are surrounded by at least twenty men.
One of the men step forward, as the lights in the dock blind me.
I put my hand at the top of my head, squinting to get a good lock on him. He is in a charcoal three
piece suit.
Black hair that has been greased flat. His nose is prominent.
Coming closer to Beggar and I, I finally get a good look at him close up.
And I know I have seen him somewhere, I just can't recall where that somewhere is.
He is handsome man, very much so.
“Where is she Lucca?” Beggar asks the man walking closer to us and I am praying that Kevin got my
SOS message.
He laughs, and it is so evil, wicked, like he is crazy,
“You are such a fool, do you really think if I had our daughter I would even contact you again.”
He walks right up to us and back hands Beggar across her face with such force, and so much menace
that she falls to the ground.
I push him away and bend down on the floor to help my friend.
Hard fingers grip my hair by the scalp pulling me away from Beggar. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
I scream, “No, leave me alone, you fucking bastard.”
He punches me in my stomach, gripping my hair tighter as the wind is knocked out of me for the
second time.
Gasping for air, I heave.
Beggar sweeps his feet from under him, he pulls my hair as he goes down, ripping a large chunk of it
out.
“This got nothing to do with her, let her go,” Beggar yells in a gruff voice.
“Now why would I do that, I am going to let my men rape her like they did to you, then I am going to
send her back in pieces. Finger, by finger,” he laughs
Beggar kicks him hard in the face.
“Run Kylie, run,” she screams as loud as she can.
And I do, I run but not too far.
I am tackled down hard to the rough ground, my face throbbing with the direct impact it takes, my tooth
in the front cracks, my nose breaks.
I scream, it is so fucking sore.
The butt of the gun against my scalp is a welcoming pain, as it knocks me out.