It can't be!
After completing the registration, we headed to our room, constantly checking our surroundings.
The motel room was basic but provided a temporary shelter from the chaos we left behind.
As we settled in, Angela voiced her concerns, "What if that man finds us here? What if he followed us?"
I took her hands in mine, offering a comforting smile, "We need to stay vigilant, Angela. I'll make some calls and find out who we're dealing with. Until then, let's keep our guard up."
The following day, we decided to relocate to a more secure place. We found a hotel, and as we checked in, I made it clear to the staff that we weren't expecting any visitors.
"Remember," I told the hotel maid sternly, my eyes fixed on hers, "no unexpected guests. Our safety depends on it."
The maid, a middle-aged woman with a tired but knowing look, nodded in acknowledgment. It was evident that she had seen her fair share of secrets within these walls, and she took my words seriously.
We entered the room, a dimly lit space that felt like a temporary refuge from the storm brewing outside. The air in the room carried a sense of security, but our nerves remained on edge.
As we settled into the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. The curtains were drawn tightly shut, casting a shadowy veil over the space. I scanned the corners, half-expecting someone or something to emerge from the darkness. The continuous creaking of the floorboards echoed in my ears, intensifying the unease that lingered within the room.
"Anita!" My sister began with a melancholy voice, "We can't stay hidden forever. We need to figure out what's going on and confront our parents. Running away won't solve the problem."
I sighed, her eyes reflecting a mix of fear and uncertainty. I was scared, and I didn't know what to tell my sister. I was scared and didn't know how she would react if she found out that our father wanted to marry her off to a killer.
"I understand, Angela, but I can't face them now. Not after what I did at the church. I need time to process everything. I literally told them that I was married; they need time to process everything," I replied soberly, and Angela understood my feelings at once.
She quickly hugged me, her arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace. "Anita, it's okay. You did what you had to do to protect us. I admire your courage, and I don't blame you for anything. We're in this together, and we'll find a way to make things right."
Her comforting words washed over me like a soothing balm, and I felt a sense of relief. Angela continued, "You stood up for us at the church, faced a threatening situation, and got us out of there. I couldn't ask for a better sister. We'll figure everything out, one step at a time."
I looked into her eyes, grateful for her understanding and support. Anita's strength and determination were a source of comfort in the midst of our chaotic circumstances. "Thank you, sister. I don't know what I would do without you. Let's face whatever comes our way together."
She smiled warmly, "Always, Anita. We're sisters, and no matter what happens, we'll go through it side by side. Now, let's take the time we need and be there for each other. We've got this."
I nodded in understanding. "Alright, we'll take the time we need, but we can't forget about the threat."
"I love you, Anita! I really love you!" Angela declared with a loud voice, her excitement radiating through the room as she jumped towards me.
Her words touched me deeply, and in that moment of emotional vulnerability, I decided to open up and share the burdens that had been weighing on me.
"Sister, Father... Father... the groom was..." I stammered, uncertainty evident in my voice.
"The groom, what?" Angela asked anxiously, her face reflecting a mix of fear and anticipation. I could feel her eyes searching mine, seeking answers, and I knew I had to be honest.
"The groom and his men are killers. They killed all the assassins I hired," I confessed, lowering my voice as if the truth itself carried a heavy burden. Angela's eyes widened in shock, and she let out a scream of disbelief.
"Wait, what? Killers! Assassins! You know assassins! Father arranged a marriage for me with a killer! My sister is a killer hunter! Wait, what exactly do you mean!" Angela's words poured out in a frantic rush, her emotions escalating with every revelation.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. "Angela, l think father made a deal with them. He betrayed us. The groom, he's not just any killer; he's dangerous, and I sensed it from the very beginning. That's why I took the drastic step at the church. We need to stay away from them, and I promise, I'll do everything to protect you."
Angela's shock transformed into a mix of anger and fear. "Father betrayed us? A deal with killers? Anita, what have we gotten ourselves into?" She paced around the room, processing the gravity of the situation.
"I don't know all the details, Angela, but we can't go back now. We need to stay together, trust each other, and find a way out of this mess," I reassured her, reaching out to hold her hands.
"Most especially, we can't tell father and mother where we are!" I informed her.
She looked into my eyes, her trust wavering but not broken. "We'll face this together, Anita. No matter what happens, we're sisters, and we'll get through this. But Father, how could he..." Her voice trailed off, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"We'll find answers, Angela. For now, let's focus on staying safe and figuring out our next steps. I love you too, and I won't let anything harm you," I said with determination, holding onto the promise of sisterhood amidst the chaos that surrounded us.