199 I won’t hurt you! (2/2)

”OK, I can go. I'll go after stitching the wound. All right?”

”Really?”

”Real!”

She is jumping up from the sofa and saying quickly: ”I'll get you the needle and thread!” She still covers her eyes with one hand and dare not look at me. Maybe she is still afraid of seeing blood.

When walking. She even hit the wall. When she flashes into the room, my heart is suddenly beating heavily and then I'm jumping up!

Sure enough, the woman slams the door as soon as she enters the room! I push hard, but the door is locked by her!

I sneer, step back two steps, then yell and kick up!

Bang!

I kick the door open! The door lock head has been burst. I see the woman sitting at the head of the bed with the phone in her hand!

When she sees me rush in, her face is full of despair and horror. She's cring out: ”I didn't call the police! I didn't call the police!”

I rush over and grab her phone. Then ruthlessly throw it on the ground, and step it crack!

I grab the woman's clothes with my uninjured hand and lift her up from the bed. My face is gloomy and I say angrily: ”Listen, I don't want to hurt you! But if you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I don't have much patience! If you can help me, I will leave soon and give you a lot of money! Do you understand?”

”I didn't call the police, I really didn't call the police...” She's cring hard, ”I just called my sister and told her not to come back.”

I'm stunned: ”Your sister?”

She shrinks to the bed in fright and says in a trembling voice: ”I live with my sister. She went to school.”

I don't speak, she seem to be afraid that I don't believe her words, and immediately turns over a picture from the head of the bed and hands it to me.

This is a color picture. It's a big and a small two girls cuddling together. The big one is this mixed blood girl. The little girl, who looks only in her early ten years old, is also clear eyes and white teeth, with a bright smile on her face. From the aspect of appearance, the two are pretty similar.

I'm relieved and looking at this crying woman, I hesitate for a moment and whisper to her: ”I'm sorry.”

I reach out and pull her up. She wants to dodge, but she does not dare to disobey me too much. Finally, she stands up.

”I'm sorry.” I seriously say to her, ”I really don't want to hurt you, but please help me. I'll be leaving soon.”

Then I pause and keep saying: ”You are a smart girl. You should see that I am in some trouble. I provoked some people who were looking for me outside. They're not cops. They're murderers. Even if you call the police now, once they know that I am from your home, you will be in trouble too. Do you understand?”

She nods hard, but it's clear that she doesn't fully listen to what I said. I drag her to the outside living room, then take my bag, take out all the dollars, and put them on the table.

”Here is ten thousand dollars, all for you! How about it as a reward for helping me?” I look at her, ”As long as you are willing to help me, I promise you will be fine! And make sure you're safe. When I leave, everything will be the same. Do you understand?”

I coax and deceive her at the same time, plus the ten thousand dollars on the table, she finally gradually calms down.

”You Promise to leave soon?” She takes a look at me and says in fear.

”Well, promise.” This is what I say in my mouth, but I say in my heart: as long as I find a way to escape.

”Good.” All of a sudden, she wipes her tears, and a firm look flashing in her eyes, ”I don't want your money, just don't hurt me! I...” Her eyes are full of pleadings, ”I have to take care of my sister. Please don't kill me. Just don't hurt me. All right?” She continues to plead: ”I will do whatever you want me to do. If you want me to accompany you, I can do it, just please...”

”OK! First help me to find the needle and thread.” I frown, just moved a few times my wound hurts to make me want to death.

This time, she's more obedient. She quickly find out the needle and thread, and then sees the blood on the table. She seems to about faint again, turns around quickly and doesn't dare to look at me.

I laugh bitterly, pick up my cloth and wipe the blood on the table, then throw it under the table.

I can't care how frightened she is at the moment. I need to focus on my arm.

I hold the needle, burn it with fire, put on the thread, and then gently suture the wound. It's a pity that my wound is close to the outside. I hold the needle to sew myself, and the angle is a little reluctant.

I have tried a few times and grin with pain. Just then, the girl suddenly turns around. She looks at me. Though her eyes are scared, she still braves her courage and says softly: ”I… Let me try it for you.”

I'm relieved and hand the needle to her at once.

She's scared. There's a tremor in my hands, especially when she sees the sharp needle through my flesh. I have a distinct feeling that she seems to faint at any time. I speak to her gently, trying to distract her attention.

”You...” I take a deep breath in pain, then reluctantly smile to her, ”You live with your sister?”

”Yes…”

”Where is she now? Went to school?”

”Yes…”

”How old is she?”

”Eleven…”

”Where are your parents?”

”…” She takes a look at me, then says in low voice, ”All gone…”

I sigh. The needle is piercing my flesh and skin again and again. I'm sweating with pain. Then I reluctantly smile at her and say: ”I'm sorry.”

”Does it hurt?” Suddenly, she asks me in an odd voice.

”Eh?” I take a look at her. ”It's OK. I can bear it.”

”You... You don't look like a bad person, so please let me go, OK?” She seems about to cry again, ”My sister has only one relative, if I die, she will not live.”

”Don't worry, I won't touch you.” I sigh, ”I'm not a bad person. You can rest assured.”

She silently bows her head and bites off the thread. I take a look at the wound. The stitching is very close, obviously her needlework is good.

”It's good. It's stitched well. You've got beautiful stitching.” I smile.

”Well, I can sew.” She take a look at me and immediately panicking, ”No, I'm not joking about your wound. I... ”

I smile softly: ”Don't be nervous, I'm not that fierce.”

I pick up a sanitary towel to cover the wound. She is stunned for a moment. It's probably the first time she sees someone bandaging the wound with this kind of thing. Obviously, she seems to want to laugh. But in this case, it's hard to laugh. I hand it to her, ”Wrap it for me.”

She take it over, do not immediately start, but ran to the kitchen to wash her hands with water, and then come to help me pack.

After the wound is treated, I feel a lot more relaxed. I see her sitting beside me not to know what to do with her hands and feet. I feel a lot of apologies.

At least, this girl is innocent. I brought her so much fright.

”Do you have any cigarettes at home?”

”... Yes, there are.” She hesitates for a moment, then suddenly stoops down and reaches for a pack of cigarettes from under the sofa.

I'm a little surprised: ”Why hide cigarettes here?”

There's a trace of sadness in her eyes, and she whispers: ”I'm afraid my sister will see it. Where I work, many people smoke, so I also learned to smoke. But I don't want my sister to see it. She doesn't like it. She is still young. She thinks all those who smoke are bad women.”