There are moments in life, that are simply unforgettable. When she looked back through the years, it felt to her like she was flipping through a photo album. Some photos were blurry and indistinct in her memory but some were of such high quality that even the finer details were as clear as day. As she flipped on, a photo kept recurring in her mind, as if too many copies of it were made by mistake. In that particular photo, her eyes were wide and wary, her lips quivered and her cheeks layered with her cold salty tears.
She looked small and fragile in the darkness of the alley which seemed to be eating at her confidence. She wore a black trench coat, thinking it would conceal her, but her big Harry Winston 41 carrot diamond ring and studs shone brighter than anything in the alley. It was almost pitch black. The only visible light was the one coming from the car behind her. Her hands were tucked inside her trench coat pocket, keeping them warm from the bitter cold weather of Verbier, Switzerland. Her neck was turned so as she rotated her head, sort of paranoid about the red car behind her.
It was filled with five guys that looked like trouble. Her high heeled shoes weren’t of any convenience. Being an upcoming actress, this looked like an action movie to her. She wanted a happy ending, but you don’t alway get your happily ever after… She stretched her face in an attempt to look brave and unshaken, but a fool would have noticed her trembling tears. Her steps were unsure and she looked around for a familiar sight. Nothing looked familiar. She was lost. Sometimes, the happiest of times become so horrendous. Truth is, she made him drop her off.
Him being her newly wed husband. As an argument between them escalated in the car, she insisted he park and let her out. She aimlessly walked into the alley, not noticing where she was or where she was heading to. As realization crept into her soul like a ghost, she was half way into the alley and the red car was stalking her every step. It was way overdue. Her tears fogged her view, and the darkness blinded her from the end of the alley. She couldn’t estimate the distance but she just walked on, still hopeful. Her steps became faster as she felt the car come nearer.
A cracking noise came from her heel and she fell with a thud on the cold cement of the alley’s ground. She got up as the sniggering of the guys in the car grew louder and she took off her heels and started running towards the end of the alley. As she ran, the car stopped and the doors opened letting out the fierce looking guys in leather. They let the doors open and ran towards her. In a matter of seconds they were only a few steps behind her. She ran on and was so close to the alley end when she realized where she was. A dead end. Her savior was a brick wall with graffiti on it.
She gave the wall her back and turned to face her hunters. One came closer and spoke to her intimidatingly in French. She didn’t understand a word he said but his friends laughed nodding their head in approval. ‘You wanna play with us, babe? ‘ another one said with a smirk as he chewed his gum. The one next to him winked at her and seductively said, ‘Come on, don’t be shy. ‘ He tried to pull her towards him but she resisted, planting her feet onto the ground with all the firmness she could muster. He came closer and carried her on his shoulder.
Naturally she tried kicking and punching him but her struggles were useless and she was soon inside the car, sitting in between two strange dangerous men. Each had their arms around her and she felt more vulnerable than ever. The car reversed and drove out of the alley and the bright lights of the high way overwhelmed her and blinded her eyes who got used to the darkness of the alley. The guys sure did look like trouble, but so far they didn’t cause any harm. She asked where she was going a couple of times, but they just laughed amongst themselves, as if her questions were an inside joke.
Her heart was pounding, her palms sweaty and her anxiety higher than it has ever been. She knew she would never get over this night. After a lot of fast screechy turns, the car parked outside a hotel that looked much more expensive than anything those junkies could afford. The door to her right opened and the guy next to her got out revealing her husband. He extended his arm to her and hugged her warmly. He kept apologizing to her and claimed to have a surprise that would make up for all the unpleasant things that had happened to her.
She read the sign in front of the hotel and it read ‘Des Bains de Saillon’ They had originally planned on staying in this hotel for their honeymoon but the reservation was somehow cancelled when they came to check in and they had to find an alternative. She looked around, bewildered, confused and still shaking from the anxiety of the ride in the seemingly dangerous red car. When she realized what her husband had done, she pushed him away and slapped him with all the power in her weak hands. He moved back, lowered his head and apologized again. He came closer again, hoping to gain her forgiveness.
He planted a kiss on her cheek and soon they were making out as it snowed on top of their heads. In an instant, all was forgiven. Their love sparks ignited, lightning up the dark mood. Her ex kidnappers laughed at their love scene and bid their farewell. He walked her in, with his hands around her waist and lead her straight to the elevator. He pressed the button indicating that the elevator was going to the last floor. She looked at him puzzled and gestured at him to explain. He just smiled and looked away.
When the elevator door opened, he said with excitement, ‘Close your eyes, come on! She closed her eyes and allowed her husband to lead her towards her mysterious surprise. At last when he told her to open her eyes, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. They were in the suite and she could see her suitcase packed and a figure sitting on the couch facing the balcony ahead of them. She whispered, ‘Who’s that? ‘ and he simply replied, ‘Danny Boyle, your new director. ‘ trying really hard to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. Her jaw dropped and she ran to the couch to make sure he wasn’t lying to her. Turns out he wasn’t. Danny Boyle smiled at her and said casually, ‘So when do we start? ‘