Sexmate ON GOING! [ENGLISH]

Chapter 17 - Fleeting

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Hana's Point of view

My mind was blank.

My body laid out in the cold.

But I could feel and hear everything.

It's like I'm in a paralysis after the man hitted me on the back of my head with a broad metal.

My mind was playing tricks on me, rewinding the awful memories that the prostitute bar gave me.

Echoing inside my head like a voices stuck in a vacuum.

'Slut'

'You belong here,'

'oh you w***e,'

Such trauma. 

Everything repeats in spiral, their touches never stops, rubbing my skin as they moaned, groping my breast for their advantage.

While I lay unconscious from the beating, but my mind still manage to recover what I'm feeling.

Feeling disgusted from all their undoings.

Then suddenly,

I heard a car stopped, lighting up the path on the road way, I could see them on the corner of my eyelids.

As my eyes flickers open still, my body is not responding very well.

I sobbed in tears , mud covering my body as I lay half naked on the dirt.

I heard the opening and closing of the vehicle's door. 

my heart started to thump weakly, pulse beating in my eardrum.

Marco will never do such a thing.

He will never do this to me.

I heard the steps the person took, as the men prepared this important  coming.

As if there's no danger at all,

I rose my pupils, weakened by the light and all the beating they gave me.

A woman standing infront of them, of me.

With her heels by my face, the woman gave me a scoffed, wearing an office uniform with her glossy hair and mild perfume.

Then her face revealed, illuminating by the light coming from the vehicle's headlight.

I never met her.

But the looks of her, it's like she came from a wealthy family.

"Well,well.. if it isn't my fianceé's rag doll,"

Her voice left a finicky accent, as she lifted up my face by grabbing a handful of my hair from the mud.

I gasped and winced in pain, when she treated me like a pig. With her eyes rolling at me.

"Be happy, since this is what you wanted, right?"

She hissed by my ears, then she shoved my face back in the dirt rubbing my face on the wet mud.

" 'Cause you won't be seeing Marco Ever. Again."

She disgustingly let go of my hair, flicking her own glossy hair, acting like a goddess when she's full of immorality.

Lorraine.

It's Marco's fianceé.

I wanted to cry, from all the trouble I came through,

I don't deserve this.

"W-what did I---ever do to you?" 

I said it in a whisper, gathering all my strength to talk back to her.

Lorraine gave me a one last glance, giving me a good look of how well she is as a woman. 

The looks of her eyes, says it all.

That I am nothing to her but a spec. 

It only made me wanted to cry, but there aren't any more tears to shed.

Lorraine handed the men bulks of money, talking, as if she's congratulating them for the success of her plans.

Does Marco knows?

I wouldn't know.

There's no more room for assumptions.

I exhaled from the last breath I took, bearing her presence.

Lorraine left the place, I heard her car drove away, as my hope dimmed.

I hated how my mind kept on tell me unconsciously,

That,

This will  be the end of me.

Thrown away, used and decayed.

The men snickered, counting all the money Lorraine had given them.

To them, these filthy money is much worthy than of my life.

Than of a prostitute.

I became careless, I did not fought back anymore.

I let them do the things they wanted.

I closed my eyes succumbing back to my own past.

From the pain and numbness that I'm feeling as my body went unconscious, 

That's the time when I heard them stopped, with their voice vibrating, it's like they were being electrified.

I thought I was just imagining things, so I managed to moved my eyelids to see a small vision of what's happening.

Only there's nothing happening anymore.

Those men who were harassing me just a minute ago now fell unconscious on the ground, making a thudding sound as they fall on their knees, their body shaking as they are being electrified by someone.

And that someone happened to save me from this horrible night.

I lifted up my eyes, as my vision started to blur, I saw the face of the person who saved me.

Then I saw a pair of green eyes staring back at me, the once cold and merciless green eyes,

Now it's mellow and pure.

Jones. . .

Who would have thought you will come and save me?

Why . . ?

I tried to crawl my fingers to his hand burried on the ground, with his face leaning closer to me.

But my fingers stopped when I felt his skin,

From that moment on, I know I am saved. 

It's like an acceptance, a thorn pulled out from my throat.

Giving me a breath of life.

I watch Jones move his lips, only I can't hear him anymore, my body giving in from fatigue.

But I knew I was glad, that Jones saved me.

That the person I once doubt 

Now came running to my distress.

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Jones's Point of View

I grabbed her arms and held her up from the ground, she's only wearing her top, with her clothes and skin covered with dirt,I did not hesitate at all to wipe her face off the dirt.

She looks like a mess,

I bit my lower lips, hiding my guilt as I took care of her.

I look into her eyes and I saw her eyes flooded with tears, wavering from exhaustion.

"I am going help you, so don't worry,"

I whispered caressing her cheek,  then she finally gave in on my arms, drifting to sleep. 

I can't believe it's Lorraine who's behind all of this.

I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance that I'm feeling.

This is so childish, Lorraine.

A petty act of superiority doesn't suit you very well.

My thumb traced  the sides of her eyelids.

She did not have the strength to fought back . 

She was crying the whole time.

And I wasn't there to help her before all of this happened.

Damn it.

As I held her small frame by my arms, I examined the whole area, to see it was planned carefully.

They even managed to drove in different routes without surveillance cameras spotting where they went.

This is carefully planned.

I carried Hana on my arms, lifting her up from the ground, 

The thunder rumbles and waves of guiltiness covered my soul, 

Remembering how I took advantage of  her before, and now I'm seeing her like this, so helpless and lost.

This shouldn't be happening.

There's no one to blame, but those people who are related with Marco.

I brought her inside the car, leaving the men harmed on the ground.

Then I walk back to the area,

A perfect crime scene I see.

I came closer to those men groaning in pain, and grabbed one of those who is conscious.

"Who else sent you to do this?"

I gritted my teeth waiting for his answers, 

The man continued to groan still in daze.

I lost my patient that I pointed a gun on his forehead taking it by force.

"Speak!" I shouted desperate for an answer, the man coughed and wheezed.

"I-it's the Anderson--, they want her out--" 

Then it became clear to me, 

Here I am expecting that it's only Lorraine who is involve in this madness.

Bullshit. 

They're winning--

--No, it's not too late yet.

Richard thinks he's winning, when I have everything up hidden in my sleeves. 

The game has just began, Richard.

Satisfied from his answer, I dropped him down, and took his phone and I.D.

Let's see what they are up to.

Using my own phone, I dialed my assistant's number and told him to clean up this mess. 

After I settled everything, I left and drove away--out of town, to make sure they are not tracking Hana, 

That they might be planning on abusing,

and maybe..killing her for their own good.

I hope Marco knows this nuisance.

I peeked at the rear mirror, and saw Hana sleeping peacefully.

Drops of relief lifted the heavy weight that I'm feeling.

There's no way I could escape this,

I'm way too involve now. 

To everything. 

To Hana.

If you could only remember me from the past.

I sighed in exhaustion, 

There's too much to mend right now, I cannot bring up the past,

Something's wrong about her, 

Hana couldn't remember me.

It's the incident that happened to her, now the pieces is coming together.

I gripped the wheel, and the rain starts pouring in the middle of the night,

Who did this to you, Hana?

That even now misfortune follows your life. 

All these years . . .

Hana cannot remember anything at all, few days after that incident the orphanage shut down and I do not  even know why nor where did the orphans had gone.

I felt like it's my fault. 

All of it, I'm still carrying my parents' burden.

That orphanage was established from the scratches of wealth that were left in my parents' name after they died in my early age.

I guess I'm one of those poor little kids.. I'm an orphan myself.

After Hana's death was confirmed that rainy night,

My parents died in a mysterious death the next morning.

Not even one relative helped to solve the case, as time flew by the case was closed, at the same time the orphanage lost its funds and shutted down. 

After the chaos and long-suffering of carrying the debts of my parents.

My cousin, Marco and I met.

I didn't even bother to have connection with him, but he insisted, and shared me a luxurious life,

I denied many times, 'I have no rights' I said.

Plus claiming one's wealth was, very much a crime. It's like stealing in our family tradition.

So Marco's parents as a 'way' of consoling me from my parents death,

Marco's father sent me to Italy to study  politics and business etiquette and eventually earned a high degree after years of studying.

It's like I'm tangled in a chain full of rust.

After Marco's father had given me power to strive in my life, I have finally paid the dept that crumpled on my parents' name,

I repaid the Andersons by helping their shipment corporation in Italy.

I winced, thinking about the past that I've been through.

I don't deserve any of it.

Life treated me poorly and I received a gold ring in a pig's snout. 

That left me questioning everything that has ever happened to me, that I was left tied on that rusty chain.

The person behind Hana's fake death that led her to memory loss.

The paper Hana was showing me that night, 

That man inside the car that stormy evening years ago.

Migraine hits me, blocking what I have been thinking since I left that place.

I parked the car on the nearby hotel in the middle of almost nowhere.

I assumed is a safe place for a temporary hiding.

This hotel was owned by a good friend of mine.

I looked at Hana, clearly I could see a few cuts and mud around her legs to her ankles,

My suffering was nothing compared from what she'd been through.

I poked her forehead, as I examined she had a fever, I cursed under my breath.

I guess it will take time before she gets back to the city, for now, I'll settle her condition.

I got out of the car ,when service men came close, I gave them my keys and carried Hana without asking any assistance,

I headed straight to the counter and ask for a VIP room and called for a private-doctor.

You're going to be fine Hana.

I'm with you.

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