Thread: Hidden World (darkangel76 & Neophyte)

Cara just glared at her father as he left her in her room. She heard the click of the lock and immediately ran to the door and pounded her fists against the unforgiving wood. When she felt the bruises starting to form, she knew it was no use. The man wasnt willing to listen to reason. Turning her back to the door, she leaned against it and slowly slid down to the floor. She brought a tiny hand up to her cheek and gently touched it. Her skin still stung from the slap shed received and she found ironic that hed struck her against the very cheek that mysterious man hed hired had touched not all that long ago. Before that that kiss. Try as she might, Cara couldnt shake the memory of that kiss. As she let the kiss hed given her permeate her memory, she knew it hadnt lasted more than a few moments. Still and all, the affects of it had been profound, stirring things inside of her she hadnt even begun to touch upon. Not until now. Sitting there on the cold floor, Cara could feel her eyes slowly filling with tears. Her father had been more than harsh, his words so very cruel. He was hardly the man shed known as a child. It was as if he didnt want to face the fact that she was an adult now, fully capable of making her own decisions, living her own life. Why he wanted to keep her away from the realities of the world, stifled in a place devoid of feeling and emotion, seemed so very unfair. She had to do something. She had to stand up to him, make a change. Cara knew there was no way shed be able to approach her father. Hed never listen to her. After all, he thought her a whore, a child unable to make judgments of any kind. As she continued to dwell on what had happened between her and that man, she wondered what her father wouldve done had more actually happened. At that, Cara blushed. Her skin turned a deep shade of red, her cheeks glowing brightly as the heat made its way down from her face and along her neck and chest. The thing was, despite everything, a part of her wouldnt have minded. In fact, if she was honest with herself, that part of her wouldve welcomed the experience. Burying her face in her hands, she let herself cry. The tears were warm as she felt them roll along her cheeks, streaking her pale skin as they fell. She felt trapped, in a situation where she wasnt allowed to live and be the woman she now was. Why, father Cara sobbed. Why? Cara felt so much hurt for what her father had done, for what he had said. Those words would stay with her for a long time. More than likely forever given that it was him whod uttered them. Just then, she felt her tummy lurch. She felt ill and knew she had to calm herself down. Just then, there was a knock on her door. Startled by the sound, she let out a gasp and a hand immediately went to her chest. Sniffling and wiping furiously at her eyes, she called out, Yes? Its Doctor DiRosilia, came a voice. DiRosilia. The familys personal physician. Immediately, Cara closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Her father truly did not trust her. Her word meant nothing to him at all. He needed proof from a doctor that shed been untouched. Saddened, Cara stood up and reluctantly opened the door. The exam had been quick and to the point. Doctor DiRosilia never once uttered word. He hadnt needed to. She already knew what hed found. Embarrassed, she sat on the bed, her knees hugged to her chest as she watched him finally leave. Her father had truly gone too far now. Their relationship would never be the same again. Letting out a soft sigh, Cara ran a hand through her dark tresses and swung her legs around so that she could stand up. She walked across her room and stood in the window. Outside, the city looked beautiful, so unaware of all the things going on behind closed doors. She knew she was still very much in the dark about things. The earlier bits of conversation between her father and the mercenary had been proof of that. Just then, she saw movement in the distance, a dark shape making its way through the air. Cara quirked a brow as she tried to make out what it was she was seeing, but she couldnt. It was too dark. Thats it, she then said aloud to no one but herself. Her mind had been made up. She needed to find that mercenary, needed to be with him, to ask him questions. There was nothing for her now where she stayed. Her father didnt understand her any longer nor did he seem to care about her own needs and wants. Setting her jaw, Cara went to her closet and opened it, starting her search for something to wear. She needed to leave. She needed to run away. She packed a bag for herself, throwing into it some clothes and underthings and even the nightdress shed been wearing. Shed changed into something more appropriate for the task shed set for herself. And that meant black slacks and a white blousy top to go along with it. For some reason, the first bra shed grabbed was black like her pants, but she hardly cared. So what if it showed through the semi-shear material of her top. It didnt matter, she was running away. As ready as she could get herself, Cara knew that the only way out was through her window. Her door was still locked and no doubt guarded on the other side anyway. Knowing that, she knew the only option was to climb out her window and scale the ledge leading from her room to the second floor library a few doors down in the opposite direction that the mans room had been in proximity to her own. Slowly, she walked over to it and climbed outside into the chilly night air. The ledge was steep and oh god it was a long way down. Whimpering, she held onto whatever she could as she slowly scaled the ledge leading to the library. The trek seemed to take forever, the pathway endless as Cara slowly made her way to the window that was her destination. She pressed her body firmly against the stone of the building, her hands clutching at whatever she could while her feet moved unsteadily beneath her. Finally, she made it to the window. Taking a deep breath, she hoped that it would actually be unlocked and thus able to be opened from the outside. Much to her luck, when she squatted down to push it up, it gave way easily. Oh thank god, Cara mumbled, nearly breathless as her adrenaline began to surge. Without further delay, Cara entered the library and sneaked through the mansion, her goal the front door. She knew that before she left the place, shed have to find Peter Morone. He was her fathers public voice, the one who knew the ins and outs of his contacts and hires. Of everyone who worked for her father, he was the one whod know how she could find the man whod kissed her, whod changed her view life forever. As she stalked through the mansion, dodging the guards and most of her fathers men, she eventually found Peter pacing in a hallway. Alone. Perfect! Cara sneaked up behind him and gently tapped his shoulder. Peter turned around, phone still glued to his ear. His face turned white when he saw her standing there before him. She was supposed to be locked in her room. Guarded heavily by the Dons strongest and burliest of men. But there she was anyway. Miss Anderlini, Peter whispered, his one hand covering the receiver of his cell phone. Cara gave Peter a nod and held up a finger indicating that he stay quiet. The man just nodded and quickly ended his phone conversation so that he could place his attention on the girl standing before him. Miss Anderlini, how Peter began. But he was cut off before he could take his thought any further. Mr. Morone, you will not tell my father you saw me. And you will tell me how to find that mercenary he hired, Cara stated, trying her best to sound authoritative. Of course, she hardly did. But given her relations to the Don, the man nodded and complied. He gave her the address and told her the best and safest route to take. Thank you, Cara answered after Peter had given her the information shed needed. The man just grinned sheepishly, unsure of whether to be happy or worried or, hell, afraid of what would happen when the girl was learned to be missing. But Cara didnt stay to find out exactly what Peter was thinking. She had a goal now, a destination she needed to find. Turning on her heels, she made for the front door and left. Holding her bag tightly, she shivered a little as the cold air consumed her once more. Looking up at the moon shining down overhead, she let out a breath. Right Cara whispered and began to run to the place the mercenary called home.