Mohammod2
|• some were born to conquer the world •|

Summer 2020
Malaga, Spain
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The intake of air left her chest aching, she couldn't breath, almost suffocating under the clasps of invisible hands. She paced herself as her lower muscles strained and cried for a break. She had been running for an hour without a break. She was as far as she could be from Riyadh Lucas, yet she felt like he was behind her, wanting to protect her, but she didn't need protection, it was more of a problem to her. Anyone who ever got closer to her, got hurt, she couldn't risk Riyadh, he was too kind to be pained, maybe even fragile. He was the first to address her like a human.

Halting by an ice cream cart, she let her lungs rest for a minute. The stitches on her left hip screeched as she placed an order to Señor Cabello for her third ice cream since the morning.

"Señorita? Are you okay?" He said with a voice filled with Spanish musicals. "You look... pálida." He stared at her blank expression as she tried to make sense of the word pálida.

"Lo siento!" He apologised with a rushed sorry and rubbed his forehead. "I meant to say..." he thought hard before responding. "Pale!"

"Lo siento, I'm sorry but I don't understand." She said as he handed her a cone with three different scoops of triple chocolate chip, tiramisu and vanilla ice cream. "Gracias Por la... ice cream." She let her broken Spanish run with the flow.

She took out some coins and placed it on the cart desk. Señor Cabello shook his head in refusal, pushing the coins back towards her. "It's a treat... I insist." She gave him a curt nod and a small smile, kindness was always appreciated but she could never show the extent of her appreciation. She turned on her heel whilst taking a lick of her ice cream. She indulged in the comfort of exploding flavours on her tongue.

"Señorita?" He called after her. She turned to see Señor Cabello with a concerned expression. "Look after yourself, dear, por favor, I was saying you look pale. You know, white, blanca skin?" She understood him, but she knew she wouldn't heed his advice.

"Gracias." She whispered before walking away as fast as she could.

You were there for merely five minutes of my life and you cared, would you care if you truly knew me?

She bit a chunk of her ice cream, the cold numbing her senses for a second. The numbness paused her wild thoughts that ran frantically without stopping. Something grazed past her shoulders throwing her of her balance.

"What the!" Her eye lids jumped open as she shouted at the little boy who was playing a game of it with his friend. "Do you not see a human being standing right here?"

"Nope." Another boy she hadn't noticed responded whilst battering his lashes . The little boys sniggered at his response, enjoying the outrage expression that was plastered on her face. "I see monkey with an ice cream disrupting a civilised game of two children."

"The only primitive narcissist I see here is you." She snarled at him. "I really wonder why people like you still exist."

"Well, who said I exist, I could just be some part of your troglodytic imagination." A smirk unfolded on his lips as she started at him with loath.

"You... you—"

"I apologise for my friend here, he's a bit... obsessed with the strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde." Her head rolled to meet the same dark and scintillating eyes of Riyadh Lucas.

"Are you stalking me?" She bluntly asked.

"No..." Riyadh gave her a strange look. "I was looking for my friend Juan here."

Juan gave Riyadh a disproving look. "Mate, why do you know people like her?"

Inhaling harshly, Riyadh gave him a stern eye. "Shut up." He whispered in gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay!" Juan raises his hands in mock surrender. He turned to her and nodded. "I apologise for my sophistication. I am Juan Troom, it is a delight to meet you young nameless being." He gave her a wide smile, displaying his shining white teeth. "Now may I have the burden, oh sorry I meant honour of knowing your name?" He tried to hide a smile as Riyadh dug a shoe into Juan's foot.

"You don't deserve it." She cocked her head to the side and carried on walking, their resuscitated harsh whispers following her sensitive ears as she turned left and paused.

"Why can't you shut up. I hate you Juan."

"No need to get all wordy, man, I saved your life from la Perra, give me some credit."

"She's not a perra, leave her alone."

"Well she's definitely not a human and I don't understand why you care so much about her, you only met her a second ago."

He's right, you don't know me.

"She just seems like... I don't know Juan."

"You are absolute bonkers, Riyadh. Let's just get the heck out of this country and go back to London, we need to finish our uni applications."

She lost her interest in their gibbering, she went back to concentrating on her consistent heart beat and strode towards a bench.

Pulling her phone out, she left her legs dangling on the edge of the high bench. There were six missed calls from two unknown number. Strange, she thought whilst pressing one at the bottom.

"Hello, this is Royal London Hospital emergency ward, how can we help." She stopped breathing, the word hospital ringing in her ears, throwing her of balance. "Hello." The receptionist inquired again. "May I help you?"

"I—" She didn't know what to say. Her heart beating in her ear made it more daunting, more inevitable. She had no one left to lose.

Lies.

Sucking in a handful of air, she closed her eyes as her quivering lips spoke. "I-I got a c-call from you."

"Thank you miss, could you tell me what your name is?" The receptionist questioned whilst trying to hide her irritant squeal.

"Ciara A-andrews." She hated the vulnerability that coiled around her stature. The unstable shivering of her voice scared her.

"Andrews... oh! I know why you received a call." The lady paused, the silence became melancholy. Dark and eerie. "I'm so sorry... Ms Andrews. We called you to let you know that your brother, Jacomo Andrews has overdosed himself. We were too late collecting him... we..." Ciara slide the phone back into her pocket, the receptionist kept on talking but she didn't hear anymore. She didn't want to; not need to.

She gasped for air as her lungs constricted and a torrent of tears wet her cheeks and neck. The salt remained still on her lips as she cried harder, her cries became screams.

Cutting deep into her thighs with her nails, she screamed one more time. Her scream was loud enough to make her throat beg for silence.

It was loud enough for him to hear.

They will always hear but they wont always do. Sometimes you say later. But it never comes to.

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Chapter two is finally complete!

What did you think of Juan? Juan is actually a special character, my best friend and I made him together.

I feel so bad for making Ciara (you finally know her name!) neglect Riyadh, but what can do? The story chooses its own path ❤︎

I, do not have the ability to swear and neither can my characters XD so swear words will be in Spanish, as I can write it in Spanish XD