Unfated But Fated

Chapter 12

She saw Tom taking advantage of Donald's recklessness, so she bit him hard on the leg until he stumbled on the floor gaining a rib cracking experience from Donald which eventually killed Tom. Three men to go, all with arms and weapons and Donald alone, fighting armless. The first one swindled the pen knife to Donald's side, he budged and kicked the man in his middle . Groaning, the pen knife man fell on the floor . Donald then rested his knee on the defeated man's head while the second came with a metal pole. He was reckless enough though, because Daniella stood and took out an axe and used it to stab him on the waist

She was still depressed of her friend's death but she would try to save the person that saved her. Donald stood, after confirming the man dead, ignoring Daniella's attempt to help and announced a full fledged war with the head of the bastardized group, Thomas, who was with a dagger. Donald took the pen knife from the other dead man, collected the axe from Ella and went over to meet Thomas.

Goodness, anyone watching would be tensed, just like how Daniella was. Donald's skills were superb as Thomas's just as great. Any mistake could cost them their lives. Bianca, peeking inside every now and then, trying to see whether her brother was alright. The police came, shot Thomas in the leg and thanked Donald for being a knight in a shining armor. They went to Daniella, she was still shocked that her friend was still dead. She begged the police, who came with an ambulance to confirm whether Luna was still awake. A string of hope still dangled in her mind, she was in awe. When they confirmed Luna dead, she got a panic attack and almost fainted. The police decided to let her be, sending her and Luna with the ambulance to the hospital

Bianca comforted her and followed her to the hospital. They got to the hospital, Donald to the police station, writing some statements as the witness of the incident. He called his sister when he was done and asked for her whereabouts.

"I followed the poor lady to the hospital. She was looking so low spirited, I couldn't leave her alone so I'm with her at the moment".

He sighed, and asked, " which hospital is that?"

"St Paul Hospital"

Bianca looked very to Daniella, who was previously staring ahead like someone who had just seen a ghost had finally started crying her eyes out. Bianca allowed her to wet her dress, she allowed her to rest on her shoulder. Daniella couldn't control herself. She wanted to be cautious of strangers because of what just happened to her but her loss didn't allow her such opportunity. She hid her face and continued until she passed out. She was sent to a ward to be treated. Bianca stayed in the waiting room, where Donald finally came for her. She sensed anger in his aura but decided to ignore it as he came closer. He grabbed her arm when he got to her and pulled her up to stand.

"Let's go"

"But Brother..."

"Bianca!"

She stopped, gazing at her brother surprisingly. She didn't know he was that angry that he called her name like that with every atom of anger in him. She sniffed, concealing a year. She couldn't bring herself to start crying now, no one had ever spoke to her like that. She nodded, picked her phone and purse and followed him. They got to the receptionist and she halted.

" At least Brother, let me leave a phone number in case she needs help".

She went over, gave the receptionist her number and told her to call in case of emergency. After doing so, they went to the parking lot, entered the car and drove off.

They got to Donald's villa, Bianca went off to retire in her room, leaving Donald in the living room. He sat down on the couch, eyes closed. For a while, he was mute, immobile and acted like he was asleep but he wasn't. He tried hard to gather his thoughts but couldn't. He stood up, strolled to the bar, claiming a whiskey, pouring it into a glass cup and gulped the whole content at a go. He removed his suit and placed it on the table. He took another and sat in the chair that was at the bar. He placed his hands on his head, thinking again, his feelings unknown and thoughts unknown. For no more than an hour, he sat there, trying to gather his thoughts, he stood up, took his suit and went to his room to have a cold shower and a bad night.