Chapter 1: The Kidnap.
Most people say wealth should never be the reason you're a monster to anyone but I've never been a fan of that thus; I chose to do things my own way. In my world, wealth strolls alongside arrogance and pride and I wear it like a crown, spotless and sleek.
I am Lara Preston, daughter of one of the most influential, multimillionaires and strong political leaders in the US. I don't mind if you all think I'm bragging but I grew up laying on a bed made of gold and being the only child and heir, I'm the apple of my parents eye and to top it all, I had a dad who hands me whatever I wanted. Dad has a lot of interest but to be honest, I really don't care about it much. All I do know is that I will inherit it all, eventually.
With that confidence, I grew up spoiled without getting to experience what it meant to lack anything no matter what it was and just like that, I was living my life basking in the bliss of wealth to the fullest, disregarding anyone and everyone that dared attempt to cross me.
My hater would bark, pained saying; that all the wealth my family had was really getting to my head and honestly I couldn't agree less. Those who have less often attribute it to bad luck or circumstance but let's be honest, it is just as a result of lack of a good plan and relevant decisions or maybe they're just unlucky. Don't pour your frustration and hate on me because of your own decisions and bad luck.
I had arrived at the airport, taking in the familiar scent of home, savouring every moment. I made my way through the airport and found my luggages being held up by the bodyguards my Dad sent. He had gotten caught up in an emergency meeting and couldn't pick me up himself. Not like I cared, actually, it had saved me from the drama my mom would have displayed if she had been there. It was almost a miracle they could last three years without me in their sight as I had been in Canada for those years and this was going to be our first reunion since then.
Not like I was really anticipating it as I had already adjusted to my new life in Canada but I just couldn't say no this time to my mom's numerous pleas. She had even threatened to storm over to Canada and drag me home this time if I didn't show up and all I could do was push my arrival further from the planned date just so I could shorten my stay and that so happened to be on Christmas eve.
I knew I was bound to get a long sermon from Mom the second I showed up and the thought that I couldn't escape that boring moment even if I wanted to had already traumatized me.
The bodyguards loaded my luggage into the car and soon we were rolling down the road heading home. I didn't sit still, I took out my phone to let my friends in Canada know that I am safely back home. I surround myself with relevant individuals, by relevant I mean people who fit in my class. I have no time to be anyone's samaritan. I found those kinds of people pathetic and so they don't fit in my circle. I was engrossed with my phone, typing out a text when I heard a loud disturbing sound.
"What was that?" I asked the bodyguards, startled as they rode down the road.
"It is nothing, Miss. Everything is under control." They assured me. I went back to my phone but before I could process what was happening, the same sound filled the car but this time it came with a force that caused the car to go out of the tracks. I slammed my head against the car windows.
The car veered off the road, stumbling wildly. Time blurred as my body rolled with the motion and then it suddenly came to a stop. At this point I had no clue where I was. The car was over-turned and my vision was blurry. My heart thudded loudly as fear gripped me.
“What is going on?” I asked myself silently as I had already begun to imagine what a big loss it would be to just die. I wasn't going to let that happen. I struggled to move, and that's when I faintly saw two figures approach the car. I tried to speak but words could not escape my mouth. My eyes followed one of them as he walked to the other end of the car. I had a relief thought they were here to help but then as quickly as I felt relieved, things got even more terrifying as a gunshot pierced the air.
They killed off my bodyguards and soon walked up to where I laid. I was still trapped, unable to move.
"Pull her out," I heard one of them say and before I could even protest, they yanked open the shattered door and pulled me out of the car.
With my blurry vision I could make out the black cloth with a distinctive mask that covered their noses and mouths, with only their eyes visible. It dawned on me that they may have crashed my car and I was their target.
They pulled me to a waiting car and shoved me inside, not caring if I was hurt from their crash. One of them pulled out a cloth and pressed it over my nose, the scent smothering me and I felt dizzy. They pulled the cloth over my eyes rather quickly, my eyes adjusting to the light before me just before the darkness enveloped the room. As I slumped to unconsciousness, my mind raced desperately with questions all revolving around one meaning, “What does this all mean? Is this the end?” But I definitely know that this is the beginning of something scary, one that I might not escape from.
