She Hit Again And Again

Amy had thrown a stone to the flowers to distract Michael and his men, once she saw that the three men ran to the flower, she ran to the gate of the house, opened it quickly and ran out.

However, Michael and his men heard the gates being opened and once they turned, they saw Amy opening the gate, they ran quickly to the gate but before they got there, she was already out.

"Get her!" Michael shouted and the two guards ran out quickly.

Amy began to run as fast as her leg could take her, she looked back while running and saw these men running fast after her.

She suddenly sighted a lady on a parked power bike, the lady was trying to remove the helmet on her head. Once Amy got to her, she pushed her off the power bike, climbed on it and began to drive as fast as she could.

Once the guards saw Amy running speedily on a bike, they were shocked. They had no idea she could drive a powerbike that skillfuly. They had to pause and while panting heavily, one of the two guards placed a call across to Michael and once he answered, the guard said," Mr. Michael, she rode on a power bike and drove off."

"What! And you can't get a cab and trail after her. Is she still in sight?" Michael asked angrily.

"No, sir. She has driven off," the guard replied.

"You fools!" Michael hung the call up, got inside his black jeep and drove out of his mansion in an attempt to find her.

When Amy realized that there was no one trailing after her anymore, she packed beside a house and stepped down, heaving a sigh of relief.

A black jeep drove beside her all of a sudden and packed. The windows were tinted and Amy couldn't see who was inside. But she had seen a similar black jeep in Michael's compound. She felt her hope shattered. If this was Michael, then it was impossible for her to escape.

She stood still, almost crying. Her heart was palpitating in fear. If Michael took her this time, that's the end. He would definitely create such a tight measure that would not give her the chance to escape him again.

The door of the jeep opened and a lady appeared. Amy recognized the lady to be the lady she pushed off the power bike.

So it's not Michael? She heaved a sigh of relief and the lady stood akimbo before her," theif, huh?" The lady looked like a tomboy but looked beautiful.

"I can explain," Amy said.

"What's there to explain? You pushed me off my power bike and ran off with it. Did you think I will not find you?" The lady asked. "I'm getting you arrested." The lady brought out her phone and when she was about to dial the cop's contact, Amy snatched the phone from her.

"The fuck!" The lady exclaimed angrily.

"I'm sorry but please hear me out, I am a stranger here. I don't even have a home," Amy said.

"Have you been living on trees then?" The tomboy lady asked and snatched back her phone.

She pressed some stuffs on her phone and placed the phone on her ear.

"Please don't make my life complicated more than it is, please, I beg of you, I'm not trying to steal," Amy pleaded.

"Hello, please come over to my location and arrest a woman, she stole my power bike but I found her," the lady said.

Amy sighed in defeat, this was a strange place. If she gets arrested, who will bail her? Practically no one. Maybe she will be spending the rest of her life in jail.

The tomboy lady dropped her phone and looked at Amy, she caressed her cheek and chuckled," I didn't call anyone. Scared, huh?"

Amy furrowed her brow in shock, "haha...I was scared. Thank you."

"I like your skin color, it's obvious you are foreigner," the lady said.

"Yes, I am. A man kidnapped me and I managed to escape his men that were chasing after me," Amy said.

"Huh! So they may still be searching for you? Get inside the fucking car," the lady said and jumped inside the car.

Amy hesitated before she immediately ran to the other side of the car and stepped inside the seat beside the driver's seat.

The lady began to drive very fast but didn't forget to play her ongoing song in the car, 'Ghost by Justin Bieber.' She kept singing it along as she drove crazily.

Eventually, she pulled before a flat and they both stepped out.

"Here is safe, so be calm, okay?" She asked Amy.

"Okay, thank you," Amy said and the tomboy lady gestured for her to follow her inside. Amy followed her obediently and once they appeared at the living room, a little boy appeared.

"Mum," she ran to hug the tomboy. Amy didn't expect for a lady as slim as her to have given birth to a child as old as that. The child should be a around five years old.

"Baby," the tomboy lady hugged the little boy and then sat, placing the little boy on her lap. Seeing that Amy was still standing, she gestured for her to sit.

Amy say gently, while the little boy kept playing with her mum, Amy thought about her children. She had missed them greatly.

"Sweetheart, what's your name?" The tomboy lady suddenly asked Amy.

"Amy. Can I get to know your name too?" Amy asked.

"Sure, my name is Clara," Clara said and motioned to the little boy on her leg, "and here is my son, Richard."

"Richard, say Hi to big aunt," Clara told her son. Richard looked at Amy and greeted politely," Hi big aunt."

"Hi, Richard. You look adorable," Amy said and the little boy blushed then hug her mother even more.

"Hold on, Amy. I'll be back soon," Clara said and walked away with her son. She came back thirty five minutes later and sat back on the chair she had stood from.

"So Amy, nice to meet you?"

"Thank you and thanks for being kind." Amy said.

"I know you might not feel comfortable telling me about your plight but can you tell me your plan? Do you plan on going back to your country or do you want to work in America for a while?" Clara asked.

"I want to go back to my country but it's far and I'm guessing the flight fee will be quiet expensive," Amy said. "I think I can work to save up for my flight fee then I will travel back."

"Can you tell me your country name, let me check the total amount it will cost you to travel back," Clara said and brought out her phone. After Amy told her the name of her country, she searched on her phone and then raised her gaze up to her a few seconds later and told her the amount it will cost her.

"Oops! That's on the high side but I guess if I can work hard, I can save up," Amy said.

"I can help with half the amount. My company needs a computer operator that will review the daily activity of the company and send daily reports to the company's mail, also someone that can manage their social media accounts and run social media promotion for our products. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can. I am very grateful," Amy said. She already learnt all these skills when she was working as a secretary at Callan's company and woking hard to grow his company before he told her to rest and then employ a new secretary who he eventually started sleeping with.

"Alright. Your one month salary together with the amount I planned on giving you would be enough for you to travel. So once you get back to your country, you will know how to sort yourself, right?" Clara asked.

"Yes. Erm...I don't have anywhere to stay, I don't want to be a burden to you and your husband, is there a way I can rent a house and probably pay by the end of the month" Amy asked. She doesn't really know how things work here.

"I'm a single mother living happily alone with my child. Don't worry, though there are only two rooms here, one for me and one my son, but the two of us can begin to stay in a room while Richard continue staying in his room." Clara said.

"But won't I be a burden to you and your kid?"

"It's just one month so it's no big deal," Clara said and stood," come let's eat. I also need to run you through some things about the company. Don't worry, I assure you that you will get the job."

Amy stood and thanked her again then they went to eat. Amy was glad that she will eventually travel back to NorthHill in a month time. She can't wait. She can't wait to reunite back with her kids and probably with Broderick Alessandro.

*

Irvin was seated before Broderick Alessandro at Ba's mansion. Irvin had woken and become conscious though he hasn't resumed his work as the second in command in the underworld.

"I had to lie to protect my sister. I'm so sorry, boss," Irvin apologized sincerely.

"What other lies have you told me?"

"None, sir. This is the first and last lie, I promise. I will accept whatever punishment you give me," Irvin said.

"You protected my woman. I can't think of any punishment for you now. Just recover quickly, I have a lot of works for you," Broderick said and Irvin nodded.

Broderick had already ordered his temporary second in command to search for Amy in all neighboring countries. Infact, Amy's picture was sent to the embassy of many countries that if they find Amy, they should report but until now, there was no feedback from any of them.

"Explain how you were kidnapped for me, run me through everything without leaving any details untouched," Broderick demanded and Irvin immediately began to explain.

After he was done, he said, "Boss, I'm also willing to find my sister so I will do everything in my capacity to find her. And as for Michael...I pray we find him so we can show him what pain looks like."

"You can leave now," Broderick dismissed Irvin and drove home as Broderick to his home. He walked straight inside the empty room he kept Martha.

Martha was seated on the floor, totally messed up. Broderick had dragged her in here roughly on the day Amy was taken away from the movable house. His principle does not afford him the chance to punish old people severely. He could only give them punishment he considered minor. Like making Nell become homeless and making the mayor and Edith become bankrupt and letting them live with the knowledge of the fact that their daughter had been kept and being punished by him.

Anytime Martha sees Broderick appear in the room, she always have so much fear cause of the torture he always makes her go through. Everyday, Martha kept praying for death but it wasn't coming. She was looking at him fearfully and begged as she always do," Mr. Broderick, please! Please!"

Broderick walked up to her and grabbed her neck tightly then pulled her up. She was very light cause she had not tasted food for the past six days. Except for water and wine that Broderick's guard serve her with, nothing else. She was not allowed to eat anything solid.

"Your parents conspired with Michael to take my woman away. I tell you, even if find her after ten years, then I will never get tired of torturing you every single day, both in the morning and at night," Broderick slammed her heavily to the wall making her shout in pain.

Broderick brought out a scissor and held her hair tight, he pulled her hair hard and began to cut all her hairs mercilessly. Martha looked like a homeless somebody after Broderick was done.

Broderick placed a call across to one of his men to bring a clipper, blade and mirror as he took steps back. Soon, his guard appeared with these tools.

"Take off every single hair on her head and her eyes, both her eyebrows and her eyelashes, I want her to look like a demon." Broderick commanded.

"Mr. Broderick, please... please!" Martha cried but the guard immediately made her sit then he began to shave her hair. In a jiffy, he was done. Indeed, Martha looked like a demon. She no longer have any trace of hair on her head neither did she have an eyebrow nor an eyelash.

The mirror was placed before her but Martha didn't want to see how she looked like so she kept her head lowered, trying to avoid looking at the mirror.

"Look at the fucking mirror!" Broderick shouted and she immediately raised her gaze up and looked at the mirror.

Seeing that she looked like a demon, Martha began to cry. Broderick smiled satisfactory and told the the guard in the room to leave.

"By the time I'm done with you, even a demon will be appreciated more than you. I will destroy every single thing in you, your bones are already growing weak. I'm coming here tomorrow to inject your blood, you will be worse than an imbecile," Broderick said and turned from her.

Martha picked up her high heels that had been by a side of the room, she did what she had always been scared to. She stood quickly and ran to hit him on the back of his head with the heels of the shoe. Broderick groaned in pain as she had hit her with all the strength left in her.

Broderick struggled to remain standing but she hit him again and again and again and again and again and again.