Ophelia ruffled her auburn hair as she sat in her car at a stop light. She rubbed her shoulder softly, grimacing at the memory that came with the pain. She'd once again fought with her mother and step father about why they wouldn't tell her about her father. In the end the fight got too bad and Ophelia made her mom choose between her and Liam (her step dad). Her mom chose Liam and so Ophelia slept in her car. Now, Ophelia was on her way to the bank to get some money so she could try and get a hotel room for a couple nights. The only thing keeping her in town was her education. She would be graduating in a week, and then she would start trying to find her father. Her goal was set. Find her dad, get a job and then maybe go to college. But for now, using the money she was sent every two weeks to stay in a hotel room until graduation would have to get her by. Along with fast food and convenience store snacks.
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Today it was at least 77 degrees outside, so Ophelia found herself clad in black cotton leggings with a vibrant red crop top tank top that reached just below her belly button. She thought the top went well with her auburn hair, and found herself admiring the shirt in the reflection produced by the window of Huntington's bank. She liked being able to get her own money out of the bank, and the fact that her mother had refused to use any of it when she was little meant Ophelia had up to millions of dollars in the bank.
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After getting her money, Ophelia made her way back towards her gray Monte Carlo, getting in and starting the car, she stared at the clock mockingly, the three letters that had done nothing to her were receiving the infamous Moon Death Glare. She’s about to drive off when several black vans pull up to the bank, one ramming right into the passenger side of her car. She's rammed into her driver's side door on impact, hitting her head roughly against the window of the car, causing her to whimper with a grimace as her head instantly begins to thump in pain, the thumps following the rhythm of her pounding heartbeat; accelerated by the endorphins of adrenaline.
Although dazed, Ophelia is well aware of men yelling, a few gunshots, and then the driver's side of her car being ripped off the vehicle. A man who looks to be in his mid 40's comes into her line of sight, machete unsheathed. She whimpers and attempts weakly to scoot away from the potential danger, but the man grabs the seat belt and shreds it with the blade before sheathing it and grabbing hold of Ophelia, scooping her into his arms and quickly grabbing her belongings before walking away towards a black SUV. Hopping into the back of it, the man places Ophelia down in the backseat, grabbing a rag and placing it on her head. "Please.." she whimpers, tears threatening to fall from her gray eyes. "Shh little one, we're taking you to your rightful home." The man speaks, thick Russian undertone in his voice. "H-home..?" She mutters, silent question leaving her lips. "Yes. Now relax, allow me to stop the bleeding."
When had she started bleeding? She didn't know, all she did know was that she was tired, and in pain. She's about to fall asleep when she's gently shook by the man. She opens her gray eyes and looks up at him, noticing his rough around the edges facade. She mumbles incoherently, being jostled by the movement of the SUV as the vehicle begins racing down the road. The man holds out his hand, four small white pills laying on his calloused palms. "These should help, little one." Ophelia smiles in thanks before taking the pills into her own hand, and tossing them into her mouth once she recognizes them as Ibuprofen. The man hands her a small bottle of water and she pops the cap off, before swallowing the Ibuprofen with some water.
"Rest little one, when we arrive there will be much to do." And with that, Ophelia passes out.
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