Chapter 6 At The Mercy Of Kyle

• I stormed into the apartment, still reeling from my encounter with Mrs. Prescott. Vivian noticed my distress and immediately asked what was wrong.
• "Well, I met with Kyle's grandmother," I began, recounting every detail.
• Vivian's eyes widened. "And? What did she say?"
• I sighed. "She's cold, there’s no difference between her and her grandson, Vivian and I don't think Kyle will listen to her, but she wants me to come back this weekend."
• Vivian frowned. "What do you think she's planning?"
• I shook my head. "I have no idea, but I promised myself I'll make Kyle accept responsibility, no matter what."
• **
• Later that night, I couldn't shake off thoughts of Lucas, my ex-fiancé. His betrayal still stung. I knew I had to move on, let him pay for what he did, and ensure Amy paid too. That's why I needed Kyle.
• **
• The Next Day
• **
• I returned to Kyle's company, determined to confront him again. As I stepped off the elevator, the hum of conversation enveloped me. I scanned the area, searching for Kyle’s office but my attention was hijacked by a group of workers nearby.
• "Lucas's ex-fiancée came to the company," one of them said, their voice dripping with malice.
• My heart sank.
• "Are you sure?" another asked.
• "Yes, I saw her," the first replied. "It's shameful, really. After what she did, she still has the nerve to show up."
• My eyes stung as I clenched my fists.
• "It's a good thing Lucas cancelled the wedding," another chimed in. "I mean, can you believe she'd continue with the wedding after that?"
• Their words cut deep, but I refused to let my emotions unravel. I took a deep breath and turned, my eyes locking onto Kyle's amused gaze.
• He must have heard everything
• "Aren't you shameful?" Kyle sneered, his voice low and menacing. "You slept with me while engaged?"
• My hurt boiled over.
• "You have to stop," I pleaded, "It isn't what you think."
• Kyle's smirk grew.
• "Then what?" he taunted. "You realized I was your fiancé's boss, so you made the move and decided to sleep with me, offering your virginity? Who does that?"
• His words sliced through me like a knife.
• "You're a shameful psycho," Kyle spat.
• My composure shattered. I slapped Kyle across the face, the sound echoing through the corridor.
• Kyle's eyes blazed with anger as he pushed me toward the wall, his face inches from mine.
• "How dare you," he growled.
• My heart pounded, my breath caught in my throat while meeting Kyle's skeptical gaze. "I never knew something like this would happen, I was drugged."
• Kyle's expression remained unchanged, his eyes narrowing.
• Just then, a familiar voice called my name
• "Naina?"
• I turned to see that it was Lucas , my eyes locking onto his familiar gaze.
• "I know you don't like me," I said, my voice steady, "but please, get me out of here."
• Kyle's grip on me relaxed, and he looked at Lucas before returning his gaze to me. His expression was still cold.
• Without a word, Kyle caught me up by surprise by scooping me up in his arms, his movements mechanical.
• Lucas's eyes widened, but he didn't interfere.
• As Kyle carried me away, I glanced back at Lucas. His face was a mask, his expression unreadable.
• Kyle's hold on me was firm, but his eyes betrayed no emotion.
• I realized I was at his mercy, and that thought sent another shiver down my spine.
• As Kyle carried me away, the whispers and stares followed. I squirmed, uncomfortable.
• "Please put me down now," I whispered.
• Kyle's grip tightened.
• His secretary rushed toward us. "What's going on?" he whispered urgently.
• Kyle ignored him, striding toward the garage.
• "Open the door," Kyle commanded.
• The secretary swiftly obeyed.
• Kyle placed me inside, then conversed with his secretary outside.
• Finally, he entered the driver's seat.
• "Where are you taking me?" I asked.
• "You told me to get you out of there," Kyle replied, eyes fixed on the road.
• "But I never asked you to carry me or—"
• "You should've gotten out of there yourself," Kyle said, his voice cutting through my protest. "Why ask for help when you can clearly walk away from the scene?"
• His words struck a chord, and I felt a pang of guilt.
• He was right.
• Why had I asked him for help? I could have easily walked away.
• Kyle's next words dripped with sarcasm. "It seems you're still hung up on your ex."
• I remained silent, unsure how to respond. But Kyle's comment sparked a realization.
• He wasn't the kind of guy who helped someone out of the goodness of his heart. What was his motive?
• As I pondered, Kyle's grip on the steering wheel tightened. His eyes fixed on the road ahead, his expression unreadable.
• "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
• Kyle's response was laced with amusement. "And where do you think?"
• His hand gripped the steering wheel harder, and he accelerated. The speed pressed me into my seat, making my heart race.
• "Kyle, please," I said, trying to sound calm.
• He didn't respond.
• The silence was oppressive, filled with unspoken questions. Where was he taking me?
• I glanced at Kyle, his profile rigid. His eyes seemed to bore into the road ahead.
• "Kyle, slow down," I pleaded.
• Still, he didn't respond.
• Fear crept in, seeping into my veins.
• "I think you should stop the car," I said, my voice trembling.
• Kyle didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The speedometer needle quivered, climbing higher.
• My gaze locked onto the windshield. My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage.
• ~~~
• Suddenly, I was 12 again.
• That fateful day replayed in my mind like a haunting movie. Mom's screams echoed in my ears . "James, watch out! Watch out for the truck!"
• The sound of screeching tires.
• The blast.
• ~~
• I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. Sweat dripped down my face.
• My body began to shake uncontrollably.
• "Kyle...stop..." I whispered.
• Now I’m finding it difficult to breath.
• “Are you okay?” I heard someone said then everything went black.
• I lost all sense of time and place, consumed by darkness.
• My last thought was of Kyle's voice, distant and fading.
• Then, nothing.