Chapter 4 - Kindness Should Be A Choice In The Selfish World (1/2)

In the early morning,

Anya woke up with a splitting headache but her eyes suddenly widened in horror. All she remembers from the evening was kicking the man out, changing the passcode of her house. She thought of having dinner after bath and laid in the bathtub for a hot relaxing bath. She had no recollection of what happened later.

She desperately looked up, it was her bedroom ceiling, then she looked at her body. She was in her pajamas without any undergarments. The blanket was covering her. Her hair… was free from the little pony she had tied.

'This can't be happening. Anya, remember what happened.' She stressed herself to recollect the previous evening.

She tried her best. She wasn't sure if the man was really drugged or not, whether it wore off after she helped him or whatever, she soon sensed he was alright and he was trying to take advantage of her. Incensed at his acting, she beat and threw the naked man out the house to the winter road. Then she threw his clothes out of the balcony when he was yelling at her.

Pissed off, she cleaned her bathtub and lit scented candles to get rid of the alcohol stench. Since she already had candles, she threw some white rose petals in the tub to pamper herself in the relaxing bath. However, she lost consciousness in the water and she is conscious just now.

'The roses!?' She gasped. That little girl was the first trap to her. The roses were sprayed with drugs.

Her eyes further widened in pure fear and horror. Her stomach lurched terribly. If that man put on an act from the beginning, he had a motive behind his actions.

Her hands involuntarily held the duvet closer to her chest assuming the man might have molested her. But she felt no difference in her body.

'Who put on clothes for me?' That wasn't the time to worry about her clothes.

'The information.' She sat up in a jerk as soon as she recalled what expensive item she had.

She tried to convince herself the man had no connection with the criminal Johnsons. 'Matthews has no connections with Johnsons.'

Doubtful, she thought to check over the internet or hack into the network to collect the information. Before she could have a clearer mind about the situation, she gasped aloud when her eyes fell around her bedroom.

Every item was ripped, torn, broken into pieces. Her clothes, her mobile, and the pillows. Even the toy of Zane. They hadn't left her son's picture on the bedside table either. She couldn't believe she didn't wake up to any of those sounds. She felt dizzy looking at sweet home turned into a wreck.

She got off the bed and ran out. Not just her bedroom, the whole house was upside down including the security cameras. She ran out of the house barefooted without caring about the stinging feet. She went to the courtyard where she had hidden the hardisk.

Before she could reach there, she slumped to the ground looking at the whole branch of the tree missing. She had a socket there to hide the things.