Daddy Forced Me To Marry My Bully

Hunter's POV

I stomped on my accelerator, increasing from 90 km/hr to 110 km/hr on a road that had a 50 km/hr sign. But I couldn't care less, not with the call I had received from my dad's secretary.

Everything was becoming blurry, even more blurry as tears rushed down my eyes unknowingly. I overtook vehicles, speeding up like a mad man, honking so loudly to alert other drivers of my surly approach. I was almost thrown over through my car window as I sped over a speed bump, making me realize that I was too much in a haste that I forgot to put on my seatbelt.

" This is the State Security Service, we request that you pull over right now", the cops behind me said with their speakers, obviously referring to me. They had started tailing me about three minutes ago, blasting their sirens to make me pull over, but that didn't seem to work so they ventured to their speakers.

" The driver in the red Ferrari, pull over right now!" another voice said through the speaker, angrier than the first one that had spoken, but alas, all in all, nothing made me budge, instead I increased my velocity, even surprising myself at how fast I could be, and the whole saga became a scene out of an action movie, with the good guys chasing after the bad guy.

They were itching dangerously close, too close for me to remain calm. Two of their vehicles drove up on both sides of my car, almost overtaking me.

" Pull over right now! We won't be saying it again!" the angry voice shouted from my right as I took a glimpse of him in the whole commotion; his blonde hair and sun-tanned wrinkled face that had sun glasses - we weren't even in summer and he was putting on sunglasses. I looked at the traffic sign ahead, noticing the stop sign there as the vehicles at the horizontal lane kept up their pace, but there was no stopping me, not with the bastards tailing me.

I stomped harder on my accelerator, screeching my tyres and being sure enough that they were letting out smoke; or it was just a figment of my imagination, but nevertheless I sped up, swiftly maneuvering through the inclined moving vehicles, obtaining a few car scratches but not as bad as the cops who were bumped into, involuntarily acting as my shield.

I looked behind with my rear mirror and saw that traffic was starting to build up; just perfect. I went on my way as they rained curses on me, together with other drivers who had been caught up in the mess.

" I'm running late you assholes!" I kind of heard a driver shout at the cops - now that I think about it, his voice was pretty loud. The cops were still trying to figure themselves out, trying to make sure that they had not lost a limb or a foot. Poor drivers, I felt sorry that some of them had to be late to wherever it is they were heading to, but that was not compared to how sorry I felt for myself.

The sirens and the curses and the shouts faded away in the distance; not that I was particularly paying attention, in fact, my heart was speaking too loudly for me to hear anything and I kept asking myself 'what if?'

I pulled into the hospital's driveway and ran out of my car leaving the ignition on, as if I was being chased by a demon, almost knocking over a group of paramedics with a patient that had an iron rod pierced through his left eye.

" Sorry, sorry, sorry", I said, more tears running down my eyes, but they were too focused on getting him to the emergency section to notice my little tantrum.

" Hey, Mister, you have to pack your car properly, and you even left the car on", a guard on duty said, approaching me. I ran off into the building, leaving him surprised for a moment before he began running after me.

" Hey! Stop! You can't go in there", he said as I immediately barged into the hospital building, taking the elevator before he got close and eventually losing him.

I stopped at the twenty-first floor and slowly approached the ER, my heart almost pounding out of my chest.

" Hunter, you're here", Gianna, my dad's secretary said approaching me, her feet, bare of footwear and her hair disheveled; she must've also run like a mad woman.

" Oh my God! Hunter! What is all of this?" she exclaimed, poking the broken glasses that were on my face and forehead, reminding me that my car window and screen had broken when the cops bumped into me at the intersection.

" It's nothing. Where's dad?"

" What do you mean it's nothing, you're bleeding profusely. Let's go get you a nurse", she grabbed me by the arm, trying to head out of the unit.