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.

climbed out of the car and stumbled to hide

several brawny men dressed in solid black got out

badly injured he was. The men pulled him out of the car and pushed him into one of the black cars, not caring about 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

and ignited. In a blink of an eye, flames appeared and were about to consume

to myself. I sighed at the loss of a million-dollar car. Acting quickly, I moved further

my dismay, I didn't have his phone number. I called one of the numbers I that

for me in Oakland. I

was injured in a car crash and taken away. Our car is gone too. Can you find Hendrix as soon as

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

I nodded and agreed.