Rescued

Royal:

Pamela was becoming a problem to me. I began to despise her, or rather I tried to configure my mind to despise her. I didn't want to be the loser at the end.

I was woken up by my dry throat, and I stood up to get a bottle of water. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and when the homescreen came on, I saw missed calls from Pamela and a message.

She was in trouble!

A feeling of guilt hovered around me, and I pushed myself out of bed. I totally forgot about my dry throat as I rushed to the control room.

When I got there, I flicked the light switch, and hurried to the computer. Turning it on, I saw that the whole house was turned upside down.

I groaned deeply, and I replayed the footage to see what had happened.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled, and I got my feet racing.

I grabbed a random coat, grabbed my gun, and my car keys then I got into the car, and drove off. Without thinking straight I began to call her while I followed the location indicated by her phone. It was terribl