Psycho Billionaire

I was panting by the time I ran out of the forest. Howls of unknown creatures could be heard through the eerie silence of the forest. I reached the empty road where there was no sign of life. My legs throbbed from the pain, I couldn"t even walk properly. It felt like I had huge sacks of rice attached to my ankle. I jogged farther down the road. It was like one of those scenes they showed in horror movies. Even the trees had stopped whooshing. I almost limped. I wouldn"t die without fighting. You see, I had committed a crime. I grew up and lived in a trailer park. To say I was from an underprivileged family would be an understatement. My mother worked a minimum wage job that paid our bills with much difficulty. I, on the other hand went to university, all thanks to a scholarship and worked part time at a diner. They told me if I worked in a stripper club, with my kind of a face and body, I could easily get paid thrice the amount my mom and I made. But I was poor, not stupid. Although we had a hard time getting by each day, I still had hope that I would make something out of my future by studying, but all of that was about to get thrown out of the window because my crack headed father decided to stop by. He usually dropped by every once a month, to collect his allowance from mom and me like a f*****g pimp. My mom, the example of Mahatma Gandhi that she was, gave up all our savings. It pissed me off so much, but she was my mother. She opted to get a swollen face while she told me to lock myself in the kitchen because like any other mother, she didn"t want her child to get hurt. Rage. That emotion had so much power. I had grabbed for a flower vase and swung the door open. When father saw me, he uttered the nastiest curses his drunk mind could come up with. My mind had blurred and all I could think of was hitting him. I came back to my senses when it was too late. I hadn"t meant to hurt him, I just wanted him to shut his mouth, but I"d silenced him for life. It was an accident and although he was a pain in the butt, he was still my father. I fled from the scene and my mother assured me she would take care of it. I"d managed to survive for two days until the police tracked my location. I"d been on the run since then. A part of me wanted to surrender and put an end to this, the other part of me knew that if I was convicted of the murder, my life would be over within the four walls of prison which meant no university which equated no career. I ran faster as I heard the sirens closing in. Cars zoomed by and I waved my arm out to them for a lift. I just wanted to be out of this godforsaken place. When I saw another car come forward and I walked towards the middle of the road, waving my arms for it to stop. To my surprise, the car came to a abrupt halt. It was a slick black BMW SUV. I walked to the drivers side and waited until the person rolled down the window. I just had a couple of seconds to convince this man to let me in his car. "It"s a little late for a beautiful woman like yourself to be prowling around in the middle of nowhere. Would you like me to drop you somewhere?" The man asked in the most polite way that I had ever heard a man speak. I noticed the way his eyes lingered over me in a quick once over. He was a very attractive man with dark hair, and electrifying blue eyes. His skin was a light shade of bronze. A small scar cutting through his eyebrow, but that little imperfection didn"t stop him from looking like a women magnet. "Please. I would really appreciate it." I said as I walked to the passenger side of the car. I sank into the soft leather chair, the man drove away into the dark night. "What"s your name?" "Ki...Kiara." "Kiara is a beautiful name."He complimented me with a smile. "Thanks." "So, where to?" "I don"t care. Anywhere that you are going." I responded meekly. He sniggered. "Well, sweetheart, I"m going home." "Then, maybe you can drop me to a motel?" "Or, you could come home with me, stay the night and I"ll drop you off tomorrow morning. What do you think?" It sounded tempting, and beggars can"t be choosers, not when a hot gentleman was offering me a roof for a night, but trusting a complete stranger wasn"t an option. "I don"t think I can..." A police officer waved his hands to us ahead. I panicked and grabbed the man"s hand. "Please don"t let the police take me. I need your help." I begged him. He pinned me with the calmest stare. "Have you gone against the law before, Kiara?" "I can explain everything later, but please just help me out of this situation. I beg you. Don"t stop the car." My eyes brimmed with tears. He shrugged off his suit jacket and handed it to me. "Get in the back seat, there"s plenty of space below the seat. Lay down and cover yourself with my jacket." I did exactly as I was told as slid into the backseat floor and pulled the dark jacket over myself so I was hidden from view. The car came to a stop, and I heard the man speak, "Is there a problem, officer?" "Mr. Lockhart." The officer addressed him. "We have information that a woman is on the run after she murdered her father. She is about 5"4, long black hair and brown eyes. Is it possible you may have seen her on this road?" "I"m sure a woman with that description wouldn"t go unnoticed. Haven"t seen a soul." Some more exchange of words and then Lockhart said, "you have a great night too, and say hello to Marie from me." The car was back on its way on the road. I heard him say something, but I couldn"t understand because my eyelids felt heavy, it was difficult for me to even keep my eyes open. Being on the run for two continuous days had exhausted my body. I drifted off to a peaceful slumber. Little did I know at that time that behind that gorgeous face, and smooth words was a monster. Years later, I regretted to have even met him. Getting myself behind bars seemed like a better option. If only I had known what faith had served me in a silver platter. ****