There were not many things that she did. Not many places that she knew.
Except for one. The one who had been stuck in her mind. The place he had always mentioned.
For four years, she had been the perfect wife and nothing else. Loved him to the core of her life and did nothing but wished him well. Even when he turned his cold back to her, Anna never hesitated to do his bidding.
She grabbed the steering wheel, the tears rolling off her eyes. Her bandaged leg was aching badly. Nothing she could do at this point. The car was going too fast to stop.
There isn't a single sturdy place she could crash against.
"How…how…how did it get to this? HOW!?" She screamed, slamming her hands against the wheel, stomping her leg to the brakes repeatedly and hoping a miracle would stop the car.
They were right about her. She knew Anna was oblivious to the way of the world. Even after everything she had seen tonight, all she had witnessed, and that was said, Anna refused to believe there wasn't a shred of hope for her with him.
"Watch how you are driving, woman!" One man screamed from his car.
He would have to forgive her. He would have to. She didn't want to die now.
The words kept repeating itself in her head and even though she couldn't glance at the phone next to her, she knew it was ringing. Vibrating with calls from him.
The one she had called her husband. The one she had been devoted to for years.
'You think you can escape my clutches in that car? Don't kid yourself Anna, I have everything planned out. That car will blow up in less than fifteen minutes. Let's see how you will survive then.'
"AHHHHHH!" She screamed. The echoes bouncing back and forth in the car. She maneuvered the car sharply not wanting to miss the turn and almost hit a random biker.
Anna would have apologized except that right now the universe wasn't being nice to her. No one was.
He had been the only one though. The only one who had looked at her with an ounce of pity. Who had refused to be friends with him then.
The street she pulled in was clear now and she could see the building from afar. She checked the time seeing that she had less than two minutes but still too far away to cover.
Any normal person would have tried to leave the car when the lady called and said such words. Except that her husband's mistress had tampered with the car as well. Hacked the systems and the brake so it wouldn't stop.
The only thing possible was for it to go faster. So she stepped on the pedal.
"FASTER!" She screamed, not recognizing her own voice. She was going past 110kmph right now and when she made the sharp turn, the low light of the huge building blinking at her ahead, the car almost made a round about because of the speed but fortunately for her she only hit a street pole before she drove head on.
He will have to forgive her. And she will have to survive to hear his forgiveness.
The building was not very far now but the car was starting to make sounds. The bomb that had been attached to it was going off. Her heart was racing.
At an abnormal speed, it was beating and she could taste the change in saliva in her mouth. She gripped the wheel ready to risk it all. Her legs were swollen and the pain from earlier was stronger than before.
The whole of her back felt like it was being grazed with spice. Crimson red staining the seat and her lovely dress. Only slightly had she managed to avoid the acid. If she survived this, she would kill her husband, his mistress and his horrible friends with her bare hands.
The ticking of the bomb was faster now. The street was deserted enough for two in the morning. And she hoped he would be there like she had thought.
Like a king in ethereal times, she saw him step out of the elevator, gaze fixed on his phone before bringing it to his ear. He must have noticed the car swerving and driving towards his company at an abnormal speed because he raised his head.
Anna felt it. She felt the weight of his stare, the look of confusion as he stood there now clearly looking at her.
She had never seen him look so shocked. Never seen him with an expression really. She had never seen him look so flustered or affected.
"MOVE AWAY! MOVE AWAY! MOVE AWAY!" it was all she screamed before she crashed right in.
Shattering the glass of his very beautiful architecture of a building.
The air bag deployed. It puffed in her face and she screamed when the metal compressed around her , the car stopping when it hit the receptionist marble counter. The effect of it made her ears ring.
The car stumbled, shaken by the harsh collision. Metal clenched against each other and something pierced her sides. Glass shards flew towards her face and her skin felt like it was on fire.
As if the universe hasn't had enough. The ticking stopped and the bomb went off, sending the car into a row of flames and fire. All burning heat and metallic taste of blood in her mouth.
She had lost her consciousness at the sound of the bomb going off.
The heat from the car was unbearable. The first floor was in chaos. He was shaking when he brought his phone to his ears to dial the number.
The car has gone up in flames and there is nothing he could do. Fire was his weakness but Anna came before it.
He picked the fire extinguisher and rushed to the side of her car. One hit from him and the car door came off.
Thankfully, her side wasn't affected by the fire yet but with the smell of gas in the air, it was only a matter of time before Anna went into flames too.
He couldn't think straight. He just acted on impulse. And his impulse was to save this woman who had crashed into his building.
The ground vibrated slightly and he almost stumbled on his feet. The rumbling of her crashing had thrown him backwards. Against the metallic door of the elevator and the bombing of the car had sent glass shards to his body.
But that isn't the point. He ignored the pain. Managed to get the seat belt off her and scooped her in his arms, his pseudo-heart clenching at the horrible state of her.
He sprinted away from the scene as fast as it could take him, ignoring the pain from the glass shard piercing through his left side.
He had just been a few steps out of the building when the car went up in flames, the tumble of it pushing him forward. He and Anna colliding to the cold harsh ground with a thud. The ambulance was closer now. He could hear the sirens. Someone was running towards them.
He recognized his assistant's shoes. The lady was screaming. Words were being thrown into the air. She was clearly horrified by the view and he knew this was serious.
In the last few years he has been abstinent from direct meals.
Sullivan had never once in his life felt threatened by anything. Not the slightest fear did he have when he was faced with multiple assault rifles. He had the confidence of a million men like his father would say.
The steele of a thousand first grade soldiers.
Sullivan never considered himself invincible. He just went through life like it wasn't so much of a big deal. Like he didn't care too much.
And if one had lived his life. Saw the things he saw and witnessed the decisions he has had to make, they would have the same inclination towards life.
But all he thought of at the moment wasn't the insurance for his life. It wasn't for him to breathe, it wasn't for him hoping the glass in his sides wouldn't pierce his vital organs.
No. It was in the pressure of his hand pressing against her chest to stop the blood while the other held tightly to the seeping blood around her left rib. It was in the tears that laced his eyes mixing with the blood in it.
It was in the control he had to give his body, daring it to go against its nature in the face of such an irresistible situation. It was in the hope in his mind.
The prayer he had never once said. It was all in it. In the words of his heart.
For the first time in his life, Sullivan prayed to God. To a higher entity he never believed in.
'If Annabelle lives, nothing in this world I wouldn't do to repay the debt. Just…just let Annabelle Live. Please…please God. Let Annabelle live.'