10. SOMEONE?

"Sir, please don't waste your precious time on this nonsense. I can handle this, trust me." Richard, in a polite tone, spoke to the tall man while he just fetched the cigarette from his pocket, lighted up and took a puff of it.

"Leave this girl, will you?" he pointed the finger at her, the smoke releasing from his mouth.

"And you.. go back to your home. Run." he turned his face towards her, said with authority in his voice and she nodded happily.

Richard left while the man stepped out of the bar, Amelia walking beside him.

Although he was a complete stranger she was so much thankful for what he had done for her.

Of course, both of them were going separately, he on his Bentley, on the backside, sit like a boss.

No doubt, he was handsome.. his perfectly perfect hazel eyes and tan complexion, hair slicked back completely.. he was a gorgeous man.

He had sweet pink lips and a subtle around his chin, making him look breathtaking.. and with a suit..one can never go wrong.

He took one quick look at the poor girl and from the eyes of her..he can tell she's been crying or hasn't slept for a long time.

"Where to, boss?" the driver in a polite tone, asked the man sitting on the back seat.

"Home.." he replied, puffing his cigarette.

Walking on the empty road, her eyes glistened with tears as her lips trembled. The face of the woman, so powerful and undeniable strength, had appeared in front of her eyes. Her mother... the woman she loved the most... the woman she cherished...What made her cry? For love had to be the strongest of all emotions to induce even the smallest of tears.

They say once you have mastered being alone, you are ready for the company of others, that doesn't make it easy though. There is no one to accompany her today. No, not even the wind as he howls and screeches his way past a damaged leaving her to mourn her way through the city alone. Tonight, the buildings are dressed in mourning black; a parting gift from the fiery beast that has vanquished but everything she has held dear.. her father. 

Amelia steps from the old beauty parlor into the street. Only a few seconds back she has been bathed in the gentle glow of the street lamps, now there is only darkness. From the end of the street comes a light, a torch perhaps. 

She stops faster than a bullet into steel, heart pounding. Few men in bikes, roaming around her like they have caught their prey, the little lamb.

Amelia, whenever see these types of men, the first thought comes in her mind is.. these men are nothing less than wolves.. only lust for the virgin or nonvirgin bodies.

"Where do you think you're going, beautiful?" a man, terribly looking punk, asked to her, face filled with a grin.

At this time, she missed her mother the most. If she will be here with her now, none of these dared to talk to her in this way.

Without saying a word, she bowed her head down, crossing them until she felt someone, from behind, grabbed her arm roughly.

The man pulled her and in a matter of seconds, she fell on the road, injuring her right knee.

This pain matters nothing to her, for the pain her father had given her.. was to die for.

"Leave me.." she snatched her hand from the grip of the man and managed to stand up.

This whole day, she's been running and yelling and crying and trying to save herself, struggling to get away from these cruel men.

What a terrible world this is.

Another second and all of the punks, parked the bikes, making a circle around her while she was sitting on the road, they walked towards her.. until they heard the loud screech of a car.

The light coming from it was so bright that it made Amelia hurt her eyes.. she quickly put a hand on her face, in order to cover her eyes.

Then, the man.. extremely tall and wearing a long black coat stepped out of the car, his face fumed in anger.

The punks made a terrifying face while he strode towards them, then all of them backed off until he reached to her, giving her a hand to stand up.

"Run!" he said to those punks and they immediately started their bikes and pulled over.

Amelia took one quick look at the face of the man.. it was a handsome man until she fell on his arms, leaving her body light.

Her eyes were closed, but she could feel someone carrying her in his arms.. lifting her up then carefully placed in the back seat of the car.

She felt a warm hand on hers, not leaving her till she pressed the hand at him, too, making the exact weight.

"Water?" he asked to which she just nodded, he fetched the water bottle from the front seat and opened the cap for her and made her drink it.

Amelia had no stamina to open her eyes and see who was her savior but she could sense that the man was kind-hearted.

She, then felt someone put the warm and cozy coat on her shoulders, rubbing his hands on hers.

"You're so cold.." he said to her, still rubbing her hands, giving her heat.

"W-W-Who are y-y-you?" she stammered in her words, unable to speak a proper sentence.

"Someone.." he replied, tucking the strand of her hair behind her hair, revealing her beautiful face, her eyelashes rested on her skin as if she's calm.

But who is this girl? 

But who is this guy? Such mystery, he's not even telling his name..but she remembered she had met him before.. in the club? with Richard?

Not sure.. before she went in the deep sleep, she heard him ordering his driver to drive fast.

"Mansion.," he spoke in his magnificent tone.