1 Chapter one, There is a clear line between reality and fiction

Run!

That's what my brain had been yelling to me. I've been feeling this eerie feeling since the start of the week but I had been playing it cool since it may be just anxiety from my 'mission' or whatever you can call putting your uncle behind bars is.

But this particular day, I've been really jumpy. No one, especially my customers liked it. They all left complaining. Typical human being thing, they can't even ask if am okay.

But when I could no longer be at ease with ignoring the little voice in my head, I ran out of the tiny salon I worked in, it was already night time. It was also time to get the major card into winning against my beastly uncle. Funny how I still call him that, uncle.

If I don't repay his 'kindness' atleast I'd die trying. You put everything on the line, you have been working to it for months. Let's say my uncle is someone you wouldn't want to ever meet, especially on the bad side. He isn't your average bad uncle, he is a psycho.

A fucking ugly psycho.

I was panting when I decided to take some rest under a huge tree. I would most definately be late. That's a given, considering how remote the village I currently live and work in is. And with the numbness that is creeping up my leg, let's just pray that I even get far.

What I was running to was something that is more important that my life. Ever since the staged downfall of my family, I had promised to take back everything and maybe even burn it all, but atleast I wouldn't let that beast of an uncle have it. That's a promise I made, a vow. I had said I'd die trying. If my family can't have what belongs to them, no one can.

My family was massacred just because of money and human greed.

I sighed, prolly not the best time to start sob stories. I sat up when the numbness gradually disappeared but something dropped into my stomach, is it my heart? Coz I could feel eyes on me. I decided to start walking away.

I had already sensed I was not alone but hearing a twig snap wasn't helping. Why must they make some sounds to make me feel cornered? Must they?

I knew I might handle them if we fought one on one. I mastered taekwondo.

I didn't stop walking though, if anything, I increased my pace. While I was at it, I texted my guy. The one who was helping me behind the curtains. Never thought I could trust just anyone but if I did, I never mistrust. I think?

'You must survive, they are onto us!' was my text for him.

I was not planning on backing out, I was planning on saving his life because he had nothing to do with any of this. This was my fight, and I was already prepared for this day. This is my big day.

You could say it's the day I'll die, but I don't want to panic, so let's try to put up false hope shall we?

I had my hands on the biggest weapon against that beast. I knew I couldn't get away with it and if I did, I might not be fully intact with my body.

I immediately deleted the number of my guy and took out the simcard. I chewed onto it. I was planning on going to him, but if this was about to happen, better safe than sorry.

It's not like I was cowering out or accepting defeat real quick, it's because that beast is not someone easy. He managed to tear down my father's empire and take away his beauty school and beauty company. Me as a twenty two year old was just a drop of water in an ocean to him. So I was open to any outcome.

And the one am waiting for right now is death.

To say I wasn't panicking is something I wouldnt lie about. I was not scared for my life, I was scared that that beast might get away with it afterall.

Ever been told that a dying man can't think positive?

How did he even find me this early? Wasn't I really discreet or did I fall into his trap?

That thought died down when I heard more for steps coming closer to me. I will die tonight!

To even think I will be caught in such a place. So remotely and now it looked deathly to me. Who will burry me?

Why am I so negative?!

My fast walking came to a sudden halt when two huge men stepped before me. I gasped but immediately swallowed it down, thinking of changing my route, but how could it be that easy? Even before I realized, I was surrounded! Not a good feeling.

"Hand it over," one of them demanded. Yeah that was not happening sir.

I didn't talk nor react, just standing there, mentally counting how many minutes I had left. Being surrounded by around six bulky men isn't what you can ever imagine.

I wanted to give my guy this thing, so he could do something if anything happened to me but I guess I won't be seeing him, or succeeding. Sucks though, to another level. I had been working on this for so long that it sucks. I am usually not someone who does things because I hate the feeling of being a loser at the end. So now I feel like the greatest loser, coz I tried my best, but still failed.

"Hands it over," by the time he was done saying the 'over' I was already facing the other side, thanks to his fat hand landing on my face. My neck could have snapped goddammit. It was as if a thousand needles were pricking at me from the inside of my cheek skin, daring my tears to fall. A whimper escaped my lips involuntarily.

My guy told me not to act like bat woman but I never listened, not wanting to let go of it because of the hatred in me. Today, I finally realise what they actually meant. This was much serious than I took it, and I had taken it seriously.

But it's way more serious apparently.

I knew it was dangerous, but feeling the danger now isn't the same as expecting and imagining it. But the feeling of possible failure is worse. To my parents and to me. It even surprised me that I thought I was a failure even before anything could happen to me. That's how I realized, I never believed to achieve. It's like I already guessed I would fail.

"Over. My. Dead. Body." each and every word was says with an increased hate. But then again he tried to slap me. I ducked that one only to be kicked from behind. That kick was personal and a fat reality check. It was as if he was kicking a demon out of me. But at least some stupidity was kicked out of me. As well as some bones.

"Before she gets all bloody, tie her down for me," the one who had slapped me said. Even though I couldn't clearly see his expression, I could feel the lust drip in his tone. That made my skin crawl. How disgusting. Why do these big fat assholes always think of raping or anything sexual before finishing off a woman?

Failing was already a huge blow onto me, now I was going to be raped first? How disgusting.

"Let go of me!" I tried to free myself from the grasp. I felt my body shake when a huge hand groped my boobs roughly in attempt to tear my blouse. I let out a scream, from the pain and shame. At least, I could feel fear again. I could feel my heart race to a point I was scared for it.

My vision blurred with my tears, but I desperately tried to bat it away.

"Wait," the one who groped me said in realisation. He tore down my blouse pocket, groping my boob again in the process. I was pretty sure it is now on purpose. It was more painful with the repeated torture. But my pain disappeared momentarily when I realised he had the chip I was trying to protect. I never expected him to find it.

Thunderous laughter filled my ears, crashing all hopes in me.

Mom, Dad, I tried atleast, but am no match for such beasts. I deserve death atleast, but I still can't let go of my hate. I still can't get over the fact that I failed in the most stupid way ever. I can't accept that he can't be finished off. I can't accept that I couldn't avenge and get back my life again. It hurts that he will live freely.

The dumb ass tears that I had been desperately protecting went down my cheeks. I think am failinga lot today.

I let one of them throw me to the ground. My hands unexpectedly felt something in his belt in the process. I was already in spite, so I didn't think twice before I pulled out his knife.

I did the most 'best reflex' ever when I shoved the knife into my throat. I give up. I was never strong enough. I was never clever enough. Atleast I fulfilled my do or die, just that, I am dying. I am not at lucky.

I might lose my life with the realization that a movie and novel is not reality. They all lied when they said evil shall not prevail. He won. He fucking won! He fucking got away with everything beastly he had done. My family and their grief just gone without proper send off.

There was a clear line between reality and someone's creative thoughts for a better novel and movie, someone who even wrote that bullshit just so he could put food on his table.