Fated to the Lion King

Chapter 2: A white Lion

Aimee’s POV

I stilled my body and controlled my breathing. I thanked God that my clothes were camouflaged well with the bushes. As I held my breath I waited and prayed that they would not discover me.

I shut closed my eyes fearing for my life as I drenched in sweat. I could hear several footsteps and they stopped right a stone throw away from where I was hiding in the middle of the thicket.

Since my eyes were shut closed, I did not want to open them in fear that I would be forced to look, then involuntarily make a noise that might make me discoverable.

I waited with bated breath when suddenly I heard a high pitched girly-like scream. ‘What the heck!’ I thought internally. ‘Who could that have been?’ I abruptly opened my eyes and my head jolted as it moved to the direction of the screams which were now intensifying.

My eyes could not believe what I saw. I shivered as I witnessed a giant snow white lion I have ever seen or heard of even in the books of mythology tearing off the head of a mafia who had been following after me.

I looked to my left and saw another limp body down, blood oozing from its teared limbs and another goon was on his heels running for his dear life yet shaking like a leaf out of fear.

My mouth opened on its own accord as a big whimper came out of my mouth involuntarily. I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth trying to stifle my impending screams as fear engulfed me. I literally peed on myself.

‘Too late Aimee, you already alerted it and now this will be your demise.’ I fell on my back curling into a ball waiting to be mauled by a lion, the biggest one ever.

A fierce looking creature with snorts running down it's mouth trotted towards me with its fangs bared out. My heart couldn't take it anymore and I passed out.

When I came through I was lying down on a nice soft bed. I stirred slowly trying to open my eyes. All I saw was a white light and I knew right there that I had died. ‘At least I went to heaven then.’ I chuckled as I thought.

My eyes were misty and all I saw was brightness, as the white color started to fade away I adjusted my eyesight. I blinked several times and groaned as I tried stretching my worn out legs but a painful cramp constricted me.

I heard feet shuffling and wondered if this whole thing was nothing but a dream and I’ll soon wake up from it to see my little nephews running around my house and hear my sister teasing me.

I prayed that the sound of those feet were those of my sister and I’ll soon discover that this was just a horrible nightmare.

I got startled as I heard a booming male voice coming through my ears, I panicked. ‘Oh God it was a reality they caught me, the goons captured me’ I screamed in my mind terrified.

I jolted from the soft bed but then I stopped, suddenly wondering why the goons would capture and not kill me but instead let me sleep in such a comfortable room on top of a soft bed.

‘Wait a minute what if they did and they plan on making me their s*x slave?’ I dreaded my own thoughts. In a flash I was out of the bed but unfortunately I tripped and fell.

“Take it easy miss, your legs must still be cramped.” A husky voice sounded again. I looked towards its direction and was met with the most handsome guy I have ever imagined.

I went on to open my mouth but no word could come out of my mouth. I closed my lips and blinked. ‘Surely I died and I am in heaven and this right here is Angel Michael, or is it Gabriel?’

I lifted my hand and pinched my thigh to check whether I am either dreaming or dead or something, but I felt the pain and an ‘ouch’ involuntarily escaped from my mouth.

The Angel chuckled. “Careful miss or else you will end up wounding yourself” he said just as I was about to raise my hand and pinch myself one more time not believing I did it right the first time. ‘I could be really dead and a ghost for all I know’ I convinced myself.

Mr. handsome Angel approached me and helped me up from the floor where I had fallen and placed me back on the bed. As soon as I was settled I started bombarding him with questions. “Who are you?” I asked .

Just as he was about to answer, I asked again “where am I and what do you want with me?”. He tried to speak, but I cut him off, “are you one of the goons that wanted to kill me? ”

He squinted his eyes and looked at me as if he was about to say ‘what the heck!’ We glared at each other for awhile before he could speak.

“Are you done with giving me all the exam questions teacher?” He asked with a smirk plastered on his lips, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. I snapped at him but he smiled. I swear, his smile was as angelic as his voice.

Oh gosh! This signature smile of his could melt the ice I was trying to build around my heart imagining him as one of the mafia. I just glared at him with no words. “I’m Josh, Joshua Chrisley and you are in my house. I don’t want anything from you. I am not one of the mafia and I am not planning on killing anyone.”

He answered all of my questions and added, “did I pass my exam?” I growled at him but instead of getting angry he went and put on that million dollar smile again, that ice melting smile.

I closed my eyes trying to recall everything from yesterday but I couldn’t. “I found you lying unconscious along the road, when I came back from the city and I brought you here to see if I could help you regain your consciousness, then help you get back home. Instead, when I opened my paper to read this is what I saw.” He said pointing to my picture along with my sister’s and her boys’ pictures on The DailyGrind newspaper.

I gasped as I took the paper from his hand, or more like I snatched it from him to read the contents. We were only declared as missing. My heart broke knowing that the country was oblivious to what really happened.

“So, this is what the world out there thinks happened? That we went missing?” I hissed as I asked the rhetoric question.

“Yeah, according to the news, you all mysteriously disappeared” he said. “What exactly happened?” he asked looking me in the eye. He could see how disturbed I was. I debated whether to tell him or not, not knowing if I can trust him. “You can trust me” he chipped in as if he read my mind. I strained my mind trying hard to recall how I ended up being picked by him, unconscious but I couldn’t.

It was like my memory for that had been deliberately wiped off of my head. It only ended with me running deeper into the bush while being chased by the goons. “I don’t seem to remember anything beyond being chased into the bush after the mafia shot my sister in cold blood and kidnapped my innocent nephews.”