Novel - Drama Chapter 6 : It'S My Husband In This Car!
Chapter 6 : It'S My Husband In This Car!
Chapter 6 : It's my husband in this car!
Micaela's heart fell back into darkness.
The electricity on the third floor must have been cut off, what could she do?
She walked to the window, this was the third floor, below was the back garden, if she jumped, she
wanted herself dead or crippled.
Her mind suddenly recalled a scene she had seen before on a TV show, and she looked at the
bedspread....
There was only one small scissors in the room and Micaela struggled to rip, cut and knot strips of
fabric.
A whole day had passed without her even being able to take a sip of water, and Micaela felt dizzy and
lightheaded.
Micaela thought that maybe before she could get down with the strips of cloth, she would fall from the
third floor because she was too exhausted to be able to hold on tight to the rope she was going to
build....
It was getting dark and Adriana had not even brought her a glass of water.
Micaela's stomach was already throbbing with pain and yet she held on, the rope was almost finished.
If she really fell, Mr. Feijoo wouldn't want a cripple, would he?
The room was already dark and Micaela had tied the last of the cloth.
The sheets were a total mess, even the spare sheets from the closet were used, but she wasn't sure if
the length was long enough.
Looking out the window, Micaela clenched her uncomfortable stomach.
She had to wait a little longer, they definitely hadn't gone to bed yet and it would be spoiling everything
if she was caught red-handed.
She put the bag on, usurping the straps in her hand, and sat down under the window, bending her
knees and hugging her legs to make her stomach feel better, and squinted her eyes so that she could
save her strength....
Micaela was half unconscious and about to fall asleep when, suddenly, she heard the door open!
Micaela quickly got up in shock, the dizziness caused by her low blood sugar made her rush to lean
against the wall.
The room was dark, there was no moonlight outside the window and it was raining.
The entire third floor was dark and without electricity.
The door opened slowly and a dim cell phone light shone in....
Micaela held her breath and prayed that she would not be found....
At the same time, the expectation took over inside her, could it be Marcos who was coming to rescue
her?
-Micaela, where are you?
A muffled male voice sounded.
It was her uncle!
Soothing that faint disappointment, Micaela felt that the illusion that had just passed through her mind
was beyond ridiculous.
Micaela took a step forward, Sergio Elvira had already spotted Micaela and grabbed her wrist,
whispering urgently:
-Micaela, go away, they are all asleep, go far away and don't come back.
-Uncle...
Tears of gratitude sprang from Micaela's eyes.
-Don't say anything, it's my fault for being useless. Go, be careful, I've turned off all the lights
downstairs.
Micaela carefully followed her uncle Sergio up the stairs, her heart beating fast the whole way for fear
of being discovered.
She didn't know why her uncle was a coward in front of Aunt Marta, but right now he was the only one
secretly helping her.
Once outside the gates of the Elvira's house, her uncle left her at the nearest lamppost, and looked
back, pushing Micaela.
-Go away, go away!
Micaela's eyes filled with tears and a thousand words stuck in her throat.
Looking at Sergio's already wrinkled face and the darkness of the Elvira's house, Micaela turned
around and ran in the rain....
Micaela ran until she could run no more, but only stopped to rest when she left the villa area.
Only when her breathing calmed down did she continue on her way, looking pitiful as the rain soaked
her clothes and hair.
Luckily, her bag was with her at all times, so first she had to find a reliable hostel to stay at.
She didn't know what time it was, it was raining, there was no one on the streets, only the street lights
were on, it must be the wee hours of the morning?
He prayed that he would not meet any bad guys....
But suddenly a motorcycle crossed the street and sped past Micaela.
Micaela accelerated her steps. The motorcycle, which was still not far away, had already turned around
and with a nice skid managed to intercept Micaela's path.
-Where are you going alone so late?
There were two men on the bike, the one on the back took off his helmet and got off, he was a young
man in his twenties with shaved hair, dressed like a gangster and smiling mischievously.
-It's raining and you don't have an umbrella, why don't you come to my house to rest?
The shaved boy looked at Micaela's wet clothes that stuck to her body, making her figure even sexier,
he whistled and looked at his friend.
-No need, my house is just across the street!
Micaela tried to dodge them, but was stopped by the other man on a motorcycle who hung his helmet
on the bike and pulled Micaela, she pulled away.
The rain clouded her eyes and Micaela wiped her face.
-Get out of the way, my family is out to get me! -Micaela said loudly, gesturing to look behind them.
The two men immediately looked back, but the street was silent and not even God was there.
"Damn it, I can't believe I was fooled by a woman."
The two immediately turned around.
For her part, Micaela had already run a few meters. She was running so hard that she felt dizzy and
her stomach hurt, she really felt desperate, the street was so big, why wasn't there a single person...?
-Where do you think you're going?!
The shaved boy reached for her and grabbed her arm.
-Let go of me!
Micaela struggled to get free, kicking hard at the shaved man's knee.
Micaela's shoes were lifelong flats, but the toe was rather pointed, and her kick hit the man's balls. The
shaven man screamed in pain, let go of her hand at once and dropped to one knee on the ground....
The other man came over, stopped his bike and laughed at his friend.
-Aaron, you're such a prick, did you kneel down so easily? Ha, ha, ha...
Micaela's mind was racing, "Surely I can't outrun them and I can't fight one against two, think, think...".
A black limousine was approaching, not very fast due to the rain, but she couldn't wait for the car to
stop and rescue her unless....
Micaela quickly picked up a stone from the ground and slammed it hard into the limo.
There was a screeching sound and the car stopped.
Carlos, in the back seat, leaned forward slightly due to the braking. novelbin
He stood up straight and looked at the window where the noise had occurred, the glass was cracked in
such a way that it looked like a spider web....
-Sir, I'm sorry, it looks like someone threw something at us!
Chauffeur Diego Ocampo hastened to explain, before grabbing his umbrella and getting ready to get
out of the car to check it out.
Carlos didn't say anything because he had seen the person responsible for all that pounce.
Through the rain, he saw that the person's clothes looked familiar, and it was only when he was near
the car window that he saw it was her.
Shouldn't she still be at the hotel?
She was wearing this dress...
Carlos looked at her dress and was entranced for a moment when he heard the woman shouting at
him:
-Help me, I don't know them.....
Micaela threw herself at the window, knocking on the glass and explaining loudly, not knowing if the
people inside could hear or not....
The one with the shaved head and the one on the motorcycle thought about it for a while, but in the
end they came closer.
- "Pretty girl, you're very smart, but do you think someone who drives a luxury car like this would
meddle in other people's business?
Micaela bit her lip, her head getting dizzier and dizzier, rain sliding down her cheeks, and her gaze
hard.
-I'm not going anywhere with you! Get out of here! It's my husband who's in this car!