Raised From The Wild-Chapter 275: Is Someone After Your Life?
Amaya obediently steered the car to the outermost lane and parked it.
"What’s wrong?" Dave was alarmed at the back. "Is there a bomb in the car?" He yelled.
Marx threw him a sharp gaze and Dave fell silent. He got out of the car and Dave followed behind.
Amaya checked the side mirror. There were still no upcoming cars. She got out of the driver’s seat and walked over to where Marx and Dave were.
Marx launched an application from his mobile phone. He paired the device on his watch with his phone and a virtual image of their jeep appeared on the screen.
Suddenly, a red dot kept on blinking and it was under the passenger’s seat.
"Don’t tell me that there is really a bomb in the car?" Dave’s pitch was slightly higher. "What are you waiting for? Let’s get out of here!"
Dave was about to run away when Marx pulled his collar to restrain him.
"I didn’t know that I have such a friend who is a coward. This is the second time that you blatantly showed it."
Dave’s expression became ugly. Who wouldn’t want to run away from a bomb?
"What is it?" Amaya asked curiously. She doesn’t feel threatened at all.
"It is a tracker."
Marx opened the door on the passenger’s side and reached underneath the seat. After groping for a while, he retrieved a circular disc the size of a one-dollar coin.
He scrutinized the disc and frowned. "This is a product from Uropa," Marx said matter-of-factly.
He looked at the other side of the highway and saw that there was an upcoming pickup truck. Marx calculated the distance and threw the disc across the highway when he felt that the car was near enough.
It landed perfectly on the back of the passing truck.
"Wow! Excellent aiming skill," Amaya complimented Marx.
"Who has the audacity to put a GPS tracker on this car?" Dave was furious. He was the one who purchased this car and just lent it to Marx.
"Well, don’t all cars have GPS trackers?" Amaya asked. She became interested in cars when her Daddy Ibarra gifted her a Porche on her birthday. She read from the manual that it has a preinstalled GPS tracker.
"Yes, but that is not the one the car company has installed," Dave replied back.
Amaya looked at Marx and Dave alternately.
"Then, could it be that someone is after your life?" the princess asked with innocent big eyes.
Dave coughed and he almost choked on his saliva.
Who would want his insignificant life? He looked at Marx and narrowed his eyes.
"Could it be the enemies of the Skylar Conglomerate sent assassins to kill you?" Dave speculated.
Marx looked at the car thoughtfully. Was it really him being targeted or was it the Princess of Lireya?
"Ask SF12 to investigate. Start with the person who last touched this car."
Dave nodded and typed something on his cell phone. SF12 was a special force consisting of twelve persons who were the cream of the crop in their own field which included technology, martial arts, literature and arts, medicine, and others.
"Let’s go back to the car. It looks like the highway has been cleared. Give me the key and I’ll drive. You have been through a lot." Marx spoke gently to Amaya.
Amaya did not object. Indeed she felt tired. The adrenaline rush that she experienced previously finally caught up with her and she felt weak. She threw the car key in the air and Marx caught it with his right hand without difficulty.
The three of them got into the car. After a few minutes, Marx took the exit to Verde Island.
Marx cast a sideway glance at Amaya.
"When the logs fell off the truck, were you scared? You seemed dazed for a few seconds." Marx remembered that moment and he shuddered at the memory. Even if she was only looking at the side profile of Amaya at that time, he could still tell that something was wrong.
Amaya sighed deeply.
"I was triggered and remembered something in the past."
Marx turned his neck to the right and examined Amaya before looking back at the narrow road that led to the bridge.
"I thought I forgot about that trauma but it still came back to haunt me," Amaya said gloomily.
"What trauma. You can talk about it. Maybe if you let it out, then you can overcome it."
Amaya closed her eyes briefly. Maybe Marx was right. She kept that experience bottled up for a long time. Her Daddy Ibrahim comforted her then, and she thought she was okay but actually not.
"I was three or four years old at the time. Daddy and I explored the northern side of the island. For some reason, I got lost and came into a gorge. It was summer so the river had dried up."
Amaya’s gaze was focused on the bridge ahead, but she was not seeing the bridge. Once again she was transported back to the middle of the gorge on the Island.
"I was tiny, so from my perspective, everything looked extraordinarily big. The boars looked ferocious with their tusks that seemed to be aiming at my face. The antlers that normally looked gentle, were very aggressive at that time. Then, there were the tigers that were running very fast and gaining speed." Amaya paused to inhale and exhale.
"I wanted to run just as Daddy Ibrahim often told me. I shouldn’t get in the way of animals running for their lives." She chuckled softly.
"But no matter how hard I willed my legs to move, they seemed to be rooted on the spot. I tried to scream but no voice came out from my throat." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Marx and Dave listened silently.
"Then Daddy lifted me. He somehow found a depression on the rocky wall of the gorge where he took refuge until the last of the animals passed us by."
Amaya closed her eyes and relived the feeling of how her Daddy hugged her. He let her right ear rest where his heart was and covered her other ear with his big hand. The thundering sounds of the hooves were replaced by her Daddy’s hammering heartbeat.
"Don’t be scared, Aya. Daddy is here. It is okay now."
When Amaya looked at her father at that time, Ibrahim’s eyes were wet and red.
"Did you cry, Daddy?" She remembered her asking him.
"Yes, Baby. Daddy was a little scared earlier. I thought I was late." Ibrahim’s voice was hoarse.
"I know Daddy will come and always protect me." The little girl snuggled into her father’s warm embrace.
