Trapped

Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."

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38. Ch.37 |Trapped (h.s)

Listen to any intense song. 

Third POV: 

"Hurry Harry." A woman's soft voice whispered through the dark room. "There's not much time left.. Harry. I need you. I need you here with me. Please Harry hurry." 

"Dayana?" He called, everything around him was dark. The air was filled with a musky smell, every now and then a chilly breeze would rip at his arms. Where was he? He thought. Ruffling his hair, he sighed. Where could she be? Hearing her desperate, yet a whisper of a voice was leaving him anxious. He needed to find her. Where she was, he couldn't leave her. She had to be somewhere close, he couldn't have just imagined her voice. He concluded. With a new determination he, began to roam around, trying to feel a wall or anything at this point that could lead him to a door. As he swung his hands everywhere his palms finally made contact with a chilling cement wall. Could he possibly be in a basement? "Dayana, I can't see you babe. You'll need to keep talking to me but louder. It's dark in here. Love.." Came Harry's desperate voice as he began to feel nothing again. He was met with silence. "Dayana please. Please baby." 

Suddenly a tint of a light could be seen, it was there but far away from where he was. That didn't stop him, he ran towards it, wanting to desperately cling to it, suck in as much light as he could. He came to a halt at the view in front of him. She laid there, clothes ragged, skin pale, bones almost protruding from her fragile body, lips turning a dark hue of blue and purple. He could still fell her pulse, it was un-steady but it was there. What had happened? Who had done this to his baby sister? 

"Etta." He ran to her body and gently pulled her close to his body, providing some warmth. 
"Pumpkin, listen to me, I'll get you out of here. I promise. But you have to promise to stay with me, I need you to stay with me. Everything will be alright. I'm here now. Just please don't go. Don't leave again. There's so much I need to tell you." He whispered, unable to control the tears any longer. She couldn't leave, not now that he had found her. She couldn't. He had so much to tell her, about him looking for her after he took her, to letting her know about their mother, and to tell her about the love of his life. The women that has stoled his heart since day one. The women who had given him the chance of showing who he truly was. His Dayana. 

"Etta, I need you to tell me where the girl who was with you is at. Can you tell me Etta? Do you know where she's at?" Harry asked after seeing there was no one with her. They were in a basement as he had figured, but this basement seemed more like a very old rusty cellar. A medium sized hole let light in, the source he bad seen and had brought him here. 

Waiting for a response, she opened her eyes, showing her light hazel/green a contrast to his emeralds ones. "Sh–she's g–gone. He to-took h-her." Her honey voice barely croaked out. "Who? Who took her Etta?" 

Her eyes closed, she couldn't force herself to keep them open much longer or to speak. She had done to much already. She could only do so much. "Etta!" "Etta! Stay with me! You fucking better stay with me Etta! You can't do this, not now not ever again!" Harry shook her body, she couldn't leave him. 

"Help! Harry help! Ahh!" He froze, letting Etta's limping body on the ground, All he could hear was her voice echoing throughout the basement/cellar. As did the powerful gunshot that came afterwards. 

"Dayana." He's voice whispered. "Dayana."

Jolting up from the horrifying dream, he looked towards his right, expecting to see the beautiful silhouette of the women who took his heart without even asking for it. He was met with an empty spot, where she should have been laying, laid no one. Panicking he pulled on a pair of sweats that where laying on the sofa, he practically sprinted down the stairway. 

Where could she have gone to? Had she left again, no that couldn't have been it. They had shared something significant last night. She couldn't have just right up and left. She wasn't like that, he knew. Could she have walked in the kitchen, that was her main to go place. She had told him last night before he slept that she felt at ease stepping into the kitchen. She said it brought her closer to her mother, who she dearly missed. Once in front of the kitchen he bolting into the kitchen hoping to see her but came empty handed again. Ready to leave, he halted when he caught a glimpse of a shiny metal laying on the counter. Fuck it couldn't be what he was thinking, right. He thought.

Walking towards the counter he stopped, he reached down towards the metal bracelet. Upon having it on his hands, he knew, he just fucking knew, it was Dayana's. And the feeling that came afterwards did nothing but have uneasiness settle on his stomach. Grasping the other item that was laying besides the bracelet he opened it and began to read.

My dear friend Harry,

As you may have now suspected, but I'll go ahead and say it either way. Your lovely Dayana is with me. Don't worry much she's in good hands. Well hands that she should have been in at first. But if it wasn't for you sending out your guards she would have been with me since the beginning. So I felt it was right for me to take what belonged to me since the first day. Thank you for taking such good care of her, but it's time for me to bring her home, she has long overdue her visit with you. Don't say I didn't warned you, remember what happen with that lovely lady. If you try to follow us, I'll make sure the rest of your girls pay. You've been warned. 

With much love,

Armando

Anger was presence since the very first glimpse of the bracelet and now it had unfolded ten times more. Crumpling the letter with hands he cried out a roar of anger. He began to throw everything that was within reach. He fucking took her, he fucking invaded his house. But how? He had so many guards out there. He had it surrounded, after the last incident. Unless. That was it someone under his roof was giving out information and letting him in. 

But who could it have been? 

Who?

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A/NHopefully this makes up for my lack of updatingAlso Trapped is sadly coming to an endFew more chapter and then it'll be over. 

Also pleasepretty pleaseI'm begging you all to at least leave a comment or voteBy doing so it'll help me know if you guys like the chapter or notSo I can know where to start improving my work in the place I lackSo please consider this. 

Hope you all enjoy!!

Please excuse my grammatical errorsThank you. 

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