Kidnapped by the Desert Devil: Can she escape? Does she even want to? by Becca Bell

Author:Becca Bell [Bell, Becca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten: Isabelle

The days started to fall into routines and patterns. I would spend the sunlight hours writing in the house or on the porch, and by night I’d be serving drinks to unstable gang members.

Darren spent most of his days running errands. He would never discuss his business with me, and I figured I was probably better off not knowing.

Today was cool and cloudless, and I sat on the porch in a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a sleeveless blouse. My notebook was in my hand, and there were only a few blank pages left.

Despite my current circumstances, I was thrilled that I had practically filled up my book. As strange as it sounded, I had Darren to thank for that. I never would tell him that, though, not aloud of course. I could barely admit that strange truth to myself.

But it was the truth nonetheless.

Since arriving here, I’d been writing non-stop for a few days now. I never experienced a writing flow quite like this one. After leaving my father’s house, everything I’d written was deeply melancholy, but there also something else hidden beneath my words.

Something I was afraid to mentally face.

Each poem now had a deep, romantic undertone to it, and I’d never wrote anything related to romance before.

I supposed it all started after Darren saved me from Santiago and taught me how to shoot. For quite some time now, I’d been feeling strange about Darren. I finally realized I didn’t hate him anymore. In fact, whenever he entered a room, I would light up. It was so strange and difficult to hide, but I’d been doing my best to try and figure out what was going on in my head.

The more I asked myself questions about my true feelings, the harder I pushed them away. The truth could be terrifying, and I wasn’t ready to confront it just yet.

I stopped writing for a moment and sighed. Then I set my notebook aside and rested my head in my hands. For a long, silent minute, I just stared at the sand and stones below my feet.

“Pull yourself together,” I muttered to myself.

Darren was still the same guy who took me away as ransom. All he cared about was his meth shipment, and I needed to remind myself of that. All the other little things he did meant nothing. Saving me only meant saving his shipment. There was nothing else behind it.

I pushed the thought of him aside and thought about my writing instead. I wanted to save the last couple of pages for something incredibly special. I just didn’t know what that was yet.

I looked up at the sky and breathed in. It might have been a cool day, but the air still felt too dry, and the sight in front of me was still too barren. The white houses of the community stood harshly against the tan sand and brown dirt. There weren’t any flowers, not even marigolds or desert wildflowers. All I could see were rows of cacti, dirt, and sand.

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