155 Fright Nigh (1/2)

On a secluded area in the middle of nowhere with nothing but sand on around the premesis Lei Xinyi stopped the car.

Wiping all her face and body with wet wipes, of all the dirt and vile liquids, she winced at the pain that erupted by touching her bruises. She could tell there wasn't any fatal internal injury but her ribs were surely bruised.

”That b*tch!” Lei Xinyi cursed with every hiss and moan in pain.

There wasn't much she could do in this state of her. Her hairs were sweaty and sticky and smelled of champagne and vodka.

She ripped open the carton and took out a change of a Tee shirt denim jeans and a scarlet jacket.

She was in no condition to exhibit her body in a seducing-short dress. There were bluish bruises on many parts of her body. She looked like a woman who has objected victim to domestic violence.

Lei Xinyi inspected her swollen cheek and busted lip and closed her eyes in irritation. She cursed under her breath.

”Is the whole world conspiring to get me slaughtered?!”

It would be one hell of a job to cover it. She opened her makeup bag and caked her face. As her skills were well polished, she looked like a woman looking for a hook up than a woman battered and beaten to the inch of her life.

Okay! That was an exaggeration but she took her fair share of kicks and blows.

Once she was done, she thought of a convincing lie but there was nothing she could come up with.

So she did the second most intelligent thing of her life: She drank, in leisure without a care in the world.

The good wine had the bittersweet obliviousness she needed. She told herself she was just calming her nerves.

And in the array when the bottle had emptied, she had no idea. As she tilted the bottle in the air to lick the last drop of the white wine from the rim, she frowned in annoyance.

But she still wanted more, her thirst was unquenchable. She was craving the relief it provided her.

She threw the bottle out of the window, shattering it on the barren land. She reached for the other bottle of wine with swaying hands.

As she grasped it, the deafening sound of swishing air froze her hand.

She looked out of the windshield glass to find a helicopter in front with a woman and man dressed in black coming out.

If her vision hadn't completely given up then, they were both dressed in black thick latex with leather jackets. Like they were on a spying mission.

Lei Xinyi was sleepy and her eyes were dropping. Everything was moving, she tried to make sense of the situation or identify the people but her mind had left her on autopilot.

The man and woman stood in front of her and Lei Xinyi instinctively hugged the wine bottle close to her chest. If need be she would fight till death.

No one was parting her from her Baby!

Lei Xinyi was eying them with caution, constantly blinking to identify the familiar-looking people.

”Mam, we have orders to escort you home. Please cooperate.” The woman said in a robotic expressionless voice.

Lei Xinyi tilted her head in confusion and dismay, and slurred, ”Or...orders? Ho...home?”

”Yes, Mam. Master Li has ordered your retreat. Please come with us.” This time it was the man who replied.

Lei Xinyi still didn't budge but apprehensively asked, ”Li Yuan?”

”Yes, Mam.”

In her most vulnerable state, her subconscious felt warmth hearing his name and as if on command all her protective instincts left her and her shoulders relaxed.

The woman held her arm to keep her steps steady, Lei Xinyi half stumbled and half got dragged to the chopper all the time holding the wine bottle tight on her bossom.

The woman sat in front of her and hesitated then not perceiving anything suitable she could do for a drunk woman, she stood up and draped a blanket around Lei Xinyi's shoulder.

Lei Xinyi didn't even take notice of her actions instead all her concentration was devoted to the bottle of wine whose cap won't budge.

She scratched it with her nails and even tried to scarp it with her teeth but it was typical opening a wine bottle and the drunk Lei Xinyi couldn't comprehend that. All she could comprehend was the lack of alcohol in her system for last months and the need to devour it now.

Finally having sought her talons and fangs, she huffed and looked at the metal wall of the helicopter and clashed the upper head of the wine bottle against it.