Chapter 72/219: Daisy Drift

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I'd gotten very close to death during the span of my employment under Rickard Ellington Conway.

From when Paris Fiore put me in one room with a drunk rapist.

To when Harveston Hamilton kidnapped me for three days.

To when I got hit on the head and lost my memory.

To when I got stuck in a fire in the seventh branch.

To when the Chairman almost shot me and Reina Collins.

To when I delved into one of the most dangerous areas of London unarmed and had mafias fight left and right around me.

To when I was thrown into the sea while being aquaphobic.

And most recently to being kidnapped and drugged on a rooftop.

In each of those events, I'd felt like death was too near and that maybe the universe did not want a long lifespan for me.

But never.



Never have I felt death nearer than in the past minute.



With shear and blind fear, my perception-reaction capabilities hit an ultimate crash.

As sensation moved in agonizing slowness through my palms and fingertips, which had started bleeding due to the shattered glass beneath them on the ground.

The mix of pain and blood triggered a spiral of my post-Tottenham trauma combined with when the man before me had gotten shot and bled on my hands.

And it was in a matter of seconds that I sunk into an infinite and recursive loop of terror.

Blinded, the first thing the bits and pieces of my conscious rushed to do, once it realized I still had life within my body...

Was perceive the person beneath me.

I couldn't see well, my vision spinning and my senses messed.

And so I opted for the most basic and blinded method I could muster.

On a will of their own, my hands moved in the direction of Rickard Ellington Conway beneath me.

And I just started feeling him.

"Are you okay?!" I breathed, running my shaking hands over his wrists.

The body beneath me shifted.

"Are you okay?! Are-Are you injured?!" My hand moved up towards his muscular shoulders, tears streaming down my face at this.

"Daisy," A cool, deep voice came from before me.

I didn't perceive anything.

Daisy?

Daisy who...?

I didn't mind the tears on my face, neither did I mind the blood traces I was leaving on his skin because of my injured hands.

"D-Does it hurt anywhere?!" My shaking fingers sensed his neck, and yet minded not the hard muscles beneath them.

"No. I am uninju-"

Sobbing, I moved my hands up, sensing the jaw and the head. "No blood, thank God, no blood." I shivered.

Shifting, the human attempted reaching out for me. "Si. I told you I am uni-"

"C-Can you move?! Did a-any bullet hit you?!" I asked, blinded as I didn't even notice the hard and frozen gaze the human before me was fixing me with. I sobbed again, and moved my hands to check his muscular chest. "Y-Your heart is beating, righ-"

And that was it.

Seeming to have registered I was in a traumatised loop and a state beyond normal fear, the adam before me shifted.

Either his hands moved up.

One towards my shoulder, clenching tightly.

And another towards my face, as it whipped my head in his direction.

Burring his cold, frozen and shearly powerful gaze into me.

"Snap out of it!" He ordered, absolutely frozen. "I am alive and uninjured. Calm down!"

A shaking, yet a terrified and painful sob escaped me.

Huh...

Alive...

And uninjured.

That means he's... not going to... die. Right?

And he told me to snap out of it.

Out of... what.

Right... I...

Am Daisy now...

And Daisy could not have... reacted like this...

I let out a relieved breath, my eyes melting in his, as I moved slightly back, nodding extremely slowly.

A shift from the seat behind us caught my attention, and an apparently still conscious Violetta Ellington was crouched on the ground as she slid towards us.

Her sharp and dark eyes glimmered in clear fear yet controlling danger, as she fixed them into those of her brother's.

"The attackers are two jeeps, parked left and right of our vehicle right now." She clenched her jaw. "I'd bet they're testing if we're still alive considering our jeep had stopped."

I gulped. She... how was she managing to keep her cool like this...?

Rickard Ellington Conway nodded, "You're not injured, are you?"

Shaking her head, the younger Ellington pursed her lips. "I managed to duck down the last minute."

I blinked. Now that she mentions it... It makes sense she's used to this form of danger given her times in the underground.

Of course she managed to read an enemy attack in the last second, just like her brother did.

I stiffened suddenly, an idea hitting me after Violetta's earlier words sunk in.

'I'd bet they're testing if we're still alive considering our jeep had stopped.'

The GMC jeep we were in was not... moving.

"Arghhh!"

My eyes widened, as my head whipped in... his direction.

This...

Similarly, Rickard Ellington Conway shifted while remaining ducked down and not visible to the windows.

"Albert," He called slowly and carefully, "If you can reach for the recliner lever of your seat, arc it back slowly but to the maximum so I can pull you from the seat."

With a loud and pained groan, Albert shifted.

"But before you do so, I need you to check either sides of the car for enemy cars." Mr. Ellington commanded. "Are they also parked next to us? Check but do not make it obvious."

With clear and apparent pain, the driver arved his head left and right barely, before groaning as he nodded.

The president's gaze harshened at this, his eyes glowing with shear concentration and calculation as he tightened his jaw.

"Then that verifies Violetta's hypothesis." He concluded, slow yet dangerous. "We have a few minutes before they decide to invade the vehicle."

I eyed him in panic, as Albert's car seat slowly started arcing back at this.

R.E.C. shifted, still ducked down as he clenched his teeth, slowly grapping the driver from the shoulders and moving him back.

"Where are you injured?" He questioned lowly and carefully. "Help me out so I can move you without exacerbating the damage."

"M-My left shoulder, ARGH-" He groaned, and R.E.C. focused only on grabbing his right shoulder at this.

"Noted. Then you have to help yourself with me." His majesty commanded. "Push using yourself using your feet."

Groaning in agony, Albert complied.

And it was around a minute later that the process was done, leaving Albert on the ground of the GMC before us panting as he bled.

Bile rose to my throat, noting he had two bullets in the shoulder, and his color was beetroot red.

Taking his fancy suit jacket off, R.E.C. pressed it over the injured driver's wound.

My heart ached, as I noted how...

Desperately cold his expression was.

It was among the few times he looked cornered.

Like the situation was truly dreadful.

"Violetta," He called in a firm and frozen voice. "You've taken first aid training, eh?"

Gulping, I eyed how hard he pressured on Albert's shoulder.

And was reminded that he himself... was wounded too.

Yet was keeping his composed self as though he were the healthiest among us.

Violetta hummed as she nodded, and I eyed as a flash of relief crossed his harsh and dangerous features.

"Fair. You have two tasks then. The first is to perform the aids on Albert." He ordered like a war commander. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he unlocked it. "The second is to call Leonard, inform him of the situation, and tell him to meet us at the estate with a medical team."

My eyes widened as he tossed the phone in her direction.

Noting his hand...

Had its veins popping dangerously.

This... was among the signals of when he's simulating his musculature in a dangerous manner.

My heart sank, as I realized how...

Determined he was to keep us all alive.

No matter the price.

A hand came over my hand on the floor at this.

Gripping my fingers tightly yet also... warmly, Rickard Ellington Conway caught my eyes at this.

And his gaze flamed with unmatched, burning icicles of firmness and authority.


"Can you drive?"


I gasped, my eyes going wide at his question.

Me? Drive?!

Gulping, I remembered my thoughts just now at how determined he was to get us out of this alive.

I nodded, my eyes flaming back as I gazed into his.

"Yes, sir."

He tightened his jaw, gesturing his head in the direction of the driver's seat at this. "Slide there and stay down until I give you the signal. When I do, I need you to march forward with the highest speed you can control the car in."

I shuddered, yet clenched my fists as I nodded and moved to the direction of the seat.

Crawling up the seat, my mini size served in keeping my camouflage, as I sat and slid down the seat awaiting his majesty's signal.

"This is a minor route, meaning it's full of turns and sharp twists, but no speed limit. Make use of that." He commanded from behind, and I gulped, nodding.

Slowly, I eyed the car options before me, seeing it was actually turned on but halted to stop due to the gear level.

Okay, so when I want to move, I had to release the gear level and press the fuel pedal. Noted.

"I'll be giving you the signal in less than a minute, brace yourself." His majesty's announcement came low, and I gulped as I heard the clear sound of...

A hammer being pulled back, preparing a gun.

I reached for the steering wheel, clutching my hands around it.

It's been a long while since I drove.

Because ever since I was at an age where I can take the car...

My parents noted so well I was a risk driver, a trait perfectly fueled by my anxious nature.

And so I opted for taking cabs and moving with friends because it was more efficient and safe.

But I knew how to drive.

And maybe, just maybe...

I knew how to drive perfectly for this situation.

"Ten seconds, Daisy." -R.E.C.'s voice came from behind in warning.

I clenched my teeth as I reached for the gear lever next to me.

Ten, nine, eight...

I placed a foot over the fuel pedestal.

Five, four, three, two...

A silhouette shifted from behind me in a split of a second.

Placing a hand over my seat, the silhouette of Rickard Alexander Ellington Conway pulled himself up, taking a kinesthetic jump onto the passenger seat next to me.


"Drive!"


BANG! BANG! BANG!

In a split of a second, I released the gear lever and pressed the fuel pedestal at once.

And the GMC jeep gave a loud and terrifying roar.

As it sped off.

A shower of bullets followed us, yet I noted it was only from the car following us to my side.

Considering Rickard Ellington Conway had shot the wheels of the jeep to his side, blowing off the tires and rendering it motionless.

I increased the speed, noting the shooting range made it harder to our pursuer to hit us.

Simultaneously, I made sure to shift lanes left and right considering the route was minor and abandoned.

CRASH!

A bullet thrusted through the rear view mirror to my right, shattering it at once.

The world around me gave a spin, as massive pain rushed through my right hand.

"A-Ah!!" I shuddered, and the muscular frame of the adam beside me shifted at my voice.

"You..." He breathed, his voice dead cold and dangerous yet also... attentive. "Are you injured?"

Eyeing the blood seeping down my hand now from the mirror fragments, I felt my consciousness wavering.

Yes. Yes I was injured.

But it was so not the time for me to press on the brakes before I realized what had happened. Dammit!

In result, the enemy caught up with us, and bullets started showering at a closer range once again.

Yet they had targetted his majesty's side this time, noting he was the earlier shooter.

R.E.C. shot back, yet it was rather challenging even given his mad skills for him to shoot the tires of a mobile vehicle.

I attempted to speed up, but glass shatters from the various broken parts of the vehicles were bruising me left and right as a result of the bullets piercing the vehicle coupled with the piercing wind resulting from the speed.

I let out a shaky breath, my vision blurring ad tears of fear and pain welled up my eyes.

Not now, Charlotte, not no-

My eyes widened.

As I noticed something some miles away.

And an idea flashed through my brain.

This...!

I clenched my teeth, as I pressed the fuel pedestal.

And the GMC jeep gave an even louder and alarming roar.

"HEY!" Violetta Ellington's scream came from behind as the entire vehicle flew. "WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU!"

But I only increased the speed further, seeing the car behind us had increased its speed as well.

Perfect.

I tightened my hands around the steering wheel, as we neared my... target.

More blood escaped my wounded hands, and by now, Rickard Ellington beside me had stopped shooting at our target.

"Ch-You!" His voice came dead cold and dangerous.

But I only sped up even further, making sure the target behind me was doing the same.

Come on, come on, come on!

"Slow down!" The Adam beside me commanded, shifting as he reached for the gear lever, "You won't be able to control the vehicle like thi-"

I cut him off as I clenched my teeth.


"Just trust me!"


I shifted gears at this.

And turned the steering wheel to the maximum.

Causing the jeep to screech madly from over the frictional ground.


As it turned a perfect ninety degrees.


Avoiding the landslide leading to a river stream from before us.


And leaving our predators to come face to face with it.


Except with no time to heavy their gears and take a ninety degrees turn like I did.


Which resulted in their car flying off of the landslide and onto the river stream.


As we drove off freely after this.

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.

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It was around fifteen minutes later of silent driving that I parked the GMC at the gate Ellington estate in Surrey.

Like a beehive on an ultimate state of emergency, medics and various security squads of the Ellingtons were all gathered there.

Apparently, the security jeep supposedly following us was fooled into following an identical vehicle, and everything seemed fine to them while we were being targeted.

Violetta Ellington Conway and I descended, heading into the estate while his majesty Ellington remained down with the medics to ensure a safe transportation of Albert into the hospital.

Ignoring all the looks and creeped out gazes I was getting due to my drastic state, I headed towards my room, locking the door as soon as I entered.

I staggered as I entered my Daisy room, my body shaking in the aftermath of the very unexpected events of the car ride.

The first thing I did after that was not collect my clothes to shower as expected.

But rather, I just collapsed slowly on the ground and laid my back at the side of the bed.

As massive shaking invaded my body.

And my nervous system relapsed greatly.

Dammit.

I wanted to hug myself, yet my literally bloldy hands were already in pain.

I bit my lips, my heart suddenly feeling too heavy at how... lonely I felt.

How long was this going to go on?

I... am already hitting my limits in this game of pretend.

No matter how hard and how fiercely I deny it...

It was getting more complicated by the day.

Letting out a shaky breath, a door knock snapped my attention to the door connecting my room to... his corridor.

Wait... What...

I wiped the tear or two having already come down my face, clearing my throat in response.

"Open the door." His command came without any introductory phrases, dark and... promising. "Your wounds need treatment."

My eyes widened. "Eh?"

"You heard me." He did not waste time, as his tone hardened before he paused for a couple of seconds as though... hestitating.

"May I come in?"

I blinked. Woah... This tone...

It was a rare one where he sounded really hesitant.

I bit my lips, humming in approval.

The door opened, slowly revealing the tall and muscular silhouette of Rickard Ellington Conway.

He hadn't changed yet, but rather was still in his now worn out and dirtied white shirt, open from the first few buttons to reveal the hard linings of his collar bones and chest.

Directly zooming into me on the ground, his sharp oceans stormed as I shifted.

"Remain seated." He murmured as he neared me, his voice throaty. "You will dirty your bed if you attempt sitting there."

I gulped, my body overall aching anyway to stand up.

Blinking, I stiffened as I noted he... was stepping too near in my direction.

As he carefully, and extremely slowly...

Sat down facing me.

On the ground.

"U-Um...!" I gaped at him. What the hell was he doing?! Him! The man who's supposed to radiate arrogance and nonchalance at a radius of a kilometer... was taking a seat on the ground for the sake of his caretaker?!

Not minding my flabbergasted state, he opened the old first aid kit box he'd placed next to him.

Oh...

It was the same old box he'd used back when he'd wounded his hand during Marcus Ellington's visit weeks ago.

I'd figured back then it wad his personal first aid box.

Wordlessly, he pulled out a gauze sheet and a sanitizer, as well as a cleansing cream.

Wait, he wasn't going to...

Or was he?!

"Uh, sir, I can take care of things from here..." I gulped as I reached out for the kit with the less wounded hand of mine.

He reached out back.

Slowly and carefully, his long and warm fingers made contact with the back of my hand, which was unwounded.

And he held my palm up as he examined the scraps on it, carefully.

As though he were using some laser treatment with his eyes, he roamed them slowly over the various parts of my wounded skin.

Shifting as though he knew what to do, he finally reached out for a clinical tweezer in the aid kit.

I gasped. "Th-This...!"

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