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.

stumbled

black vehicles stopped, and several brawny men dressed in solid

from the brunt of the crash. Even from a distance, I could see how 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

ground and ignited. In a blink of an eye, flames appeared and

thought to myself. I sighed at the loss of a

I didn't dare to go far. 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 saved for me instead. Relief swamped me when the call connected and I heard

my father had arranged for me in Oakland. I let out

in a car crash and taken away. Our

answered, "Okay, but we will

I nodded and agreed.