Chapter 17 - Better Off Dead (1/2)

Anya entered the bathroom with Alvin's clothes. She threw them next to the bathtub. She ordered the man, ”Leave before I…”

She paused looking at his struggle and his plea, ”Help me… Help…” He was huffing. His body was flushed, he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

He still had enough strength to have his way with the lady and get rid of the drug from his body. Even so, he didn't do it. He wasn't there to sexually assault her. If not consent to anything, he always chose consensual sex. Thus he was trying to hold his last thread of control before he did something he regrets one day.

Anya's body turned cold after hearing him. He wasn't a man who pleaded with anybody. He never will. Her strong will started to waver looking at his state and recalling the past. She didn't feel sad or pity, she felt a tinge of pain in her chest.

Standing close to the tub, she itched to check his temperature but she didn't dare to touch him. Very next second, she clenched her teeth, her eyes glinted with determination. She has to act quickly, help him and send him out. The faster the riddance of him, the better for her.

”Ambulance!!” She uttered.

What if security doesn't come inside? The hospital staff would take him and leave.

She hurriedly fished her mobile from the pocket and she felt a tug at her skirt. ”Don't… Please… Help me…” She could barely make out his words.

She felt uncomfortable with his hand near her leg. With a gasp, she slapped his hand and stood away from Alvin. The hospital was the best choice. She couldn't understand why he was trying to stop her.

She wanted to help him, seeing him struggle but wasn't ready to sacrifice herself for it. He was her love, not anymore.

Suddenly a person came to her mind. She pressed the number 5 on her speed dial and the screen displayed, 'Krystie.' Her best friend.

Krystle changes her boyfriend more than the lipstick collection she had. And her lipsticks collection fills more than two drawers. If Krystle loved somebody, then that's Anya. She could go against anybody if Anya needs her help.

”Annie… Do you wanna join the party?” A loud voice of a girl sounded. There was loud rock music in the background.

Anya went out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. ”He is at my place.” She whispered afraid somebody might listen to her.

”Darling, I can't hear you... Wait…” Krystle screamed at the microphone.

Anya waited. Eventually, the music faded away. This time Krystle's voice was low and excited, ”Are you coming? Let's party all night.” It was always Krystle who brought Anya out, to do something of her age, instead of being a mom all the time.

Anya bit her lips and repeated, ”Krystie, he is at my place.”

There was a confused hum from Krystle. Then she snorted, ”I am going to snap that man's d**k.” She assumed he was Kyle.

”Noo…” Her voice was barely audible without knowing how Anya might react to the news.

Krystle sensed the hesitation and took the name in a high pitch of shock, ”Alvin Matthews!!” Only Krystle knew who the father of Zane was.

Anya squeezed her eyes and blurted out before Krystle started cursing Alvin while he was suffering in her bathtub. ”He is naked, drugged, and lying in my bathtub. He doesn't want me to call the ambulance.”