Daniella lowered the phone on her lap after Evan ended the call. Her eyes stared at the road with calmness, she shut her eyes for a moment and tried to reminisce the conversation she had with Evan.
His baritone voice, and the way he called her name, Daniella felt so warm in her heart that she couldn't say no to him.
She let out a shaky sigh and slowly open her eyes, out of nowhere, Evan's face flashed in the empty and foggy road ahead, his smile and deep brown eyes, just the thought of seeing him later has made her feel excited.
"Are you done daydreaming?" it was Scott's dull voice sounded in the car, Daniella turned to look at him and saw him switching his eyes between her and the road.
"Yes, I am done," she responded with nose wrinkling in annoyance, "Do you want me to put you into a deep slumber?" her voice was tainted with a threat, and seeing Scott's face slowly paling like a ghost, Daniella slightly smile.
"Does Evan know that you always threaten us?" he barked at her.
"Yup," she blew in a relieved sigh, "he knows everything dude," she replied and patted his arm.
Scott shook his head, after years of living with Daniella, he got accustomed to all her threat, but unlike before, he noticed that Daniella has been acting strange lately, though in a good way.
He pressed the accelerator to reach their destination quicker.
"Do you think Dexter snitched you out?" Scott spoke, slowing down after he noticed the police light flickering from the distance.
"No," Daniela replied confidently.
"How can you be sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in doubt.
"Well," Daniella paused and looked at the rearview mirror where she could see the unconscious Dexter laying on the backseat, "if she did, I wouldn't be sitting here," she continued.
Scott nodded in understanding, Daniella had a point, if Dexter spilled Daniella's identity and the location of the warehouse, Ken Chu wouldn't be in the hotel dining with his friend.
Since the police car was tailing them, Scott needed to drive at the maximum required speed.
"By the way," Daniella rolled her eyes when Scott spoke once again, she was staring at Evan's photo on her phone and doesn't want to be disturbed but Scott seemed to have been in the mood to talk.
"What Scott?" she asked, giving him a stop-disturbing-me-you-dumb-idiot look.
"Well, Evan's father changed his flight so he will be coming on Sunday."
Daniella nodded, her face which had a soft expression from staring at Evan's face suddenly darkened.
(Does Evan's father knows that the message was fake?) Her head bobbed a bit stared at Scott's face.
She sighed, withdrew her eyes from him and looked at the window next to her.
"Why do you think he changed the flight schedule?" Scott asked.
Hearing his question, Daniella could not help but laugh, she turned to Scott, amus.e.m.e.nt shone in her eyes, "Do I look like a wizard Scott?" she rose an eyebrow as she stated those words in sarcasm, "what makes you think I know what he has in his mind when his thousand miles away," her smile vanished while her eyes narrowed in irritation.
Scott clicked his tongue and pouted a bit, "A simple I don't know would have been sufficed," he replied with a sullen face.
When they arrived at Claire's house, Daniella opened the door of the van and assisted Scott to carry the unconscious Dexter inside.
The room she was using in the past has been cleaned for Dexter.
Scott lay Dexter on the bed gently, while Daniella stood next to Scott and checked Dexter's pulse.
She took in a relief sigh, her eyes gloomed as she stared at Dexter's face.
Bruises which had turned purple were all over her arms and legs, there were scratches on her stomach and even some mark made from the whip.
Her eyes sockets were completely ruined, they have turned purple with a mixture of black, Daniella could almost not recognize her earlier, it was as if they used her as a punching bag and release all the anger they have inside. A torture to death.
Daniella's hands clenched in anger, despite all the punch and torture Dexter had received, she didn't spill her identity.
As her hands loosened its grip, Daniella took in a deep breath to calm her body.
She didn't ask Scott to blow the Bar as they originally planned, she left a note for the Bar Owner, sending him a message to leave her alone.
Claire and Daniella helped each other to attend Dexter wounds, it took them hours but they are glad that he didn't have internal bleeding. Even though they were able to help her ease the pain, still the trauma she received will torment her forever.
Daniella watched Claire as she gathered all the medical equipment they used, she was sitting on the end corner of the bed quietly, her eyes were glooming with indescribable sorrow, for a moment she blamed herself, if she just didn't go to that bar that night and just use a different method to get Senator Villa, Dexter wouldn't get hurt.
She shut her eyes, her skin shiver when the cold air from the air-conditioned blew on her side.
She got up, grabbed a blanket and covered Dexter's body.
Soon, a knock sounded from outside of the room. Daniella walked towards it and opened it a bit.
"Evan is outside," Scott said.
With a flat face, Daniella nodded and walked past him, she could see the tease twinkling in Scott's eyes but she disregarded it and proceeded downstairs.
Her feet walked towards the door with big steps, her heart pounded uncontrollably by the thought of seeing Evan outside.
She opened the small door of the gate, she stepped out and closed it behind.
The sound of the cricket echoed in the empty street, the lights on the side road were off but the moon in the sky was working so hard to light up the street.
Daniella looked on each side to find Evan, all she could see was his car parked on the empty lot in front of Claire's house. There was no light inside, but even so, she knew that Evan was not there.
Her eyebrows creased in puzzlement, her hands wrapped around her body to hug herself after the cold wind of the night puffed.
She was about to take her first step to cross the street when she felt a hand -firm as a rock sn.a.k.e.d around her waist and pulled her backward.