My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The impact was so strong that I almost flew out of my seat. I shakily tried to regain consciousness. I turned to look at Hendrix, and I saw blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He was covered with debris from the crash and was unconscious.

"Hendrix, Hendrix." I shifted closer and stretched out my hand to help him. I kept calling his name until he regained consciousness. His dazed eyes met mine and he said in a weak voice, "Quick, find Tobias. He knows what to do!"

It was at that moment where I realize that there were a few black vehicles approaching. Hendrix urged through his pain, "Hurry up, or none of us can leave."

The cars were getting closer and closer and I knew that if I didn't go and get help. Both of us will suffer, with no hope of rescue.

of the car and stumbled to

black vehicles stopped, and several brawny men dressed in solid black

his injury. Then, a man stepped forward, and with a poker face, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground next to our car. I hadn't noticed that the oil tank of the car was busted in the collision. But I did notice that

cigarette butt touched the gasoline on the ground and ignited. In a blink of an eye, flames appeared and were about to consume

going to explode," I thought to myself. I sighed at the loss of a million-dollar car. Acting quickly, I

stopped when I felt safe enough to avoid the explosion and immediately called the police. I wanted to call Tobias, but to my dismay, I didn't have his phone number. I called one of the numbers I that Pedro had

was the man my father had arranged for me in Oakland.

taken away. Our

the person answered, "Okay, but we will need to get to you first and ensure

I nodded and agreed.