I could hear someone talking, but I had a hard time telling if he was a friend or a foe. The moment I could feel my hands again, I threw punches at him, yelling hysterically, “Stay away from me!”
“Eve, it’s me! I’m Christopher!” Judging by the man’s hoarse voice, I was certain he was equally anxious. Inundated by remorse, he kept me safe in between his arms.
At that point in time, the only thing I had in mind was to flee the scene. In another attempt to escape, I launched another powerful kick at the man, but my effort was to no avail because I was still confined in between his arms.
After one last attempt to bite the man failed because of my dislocated jaw, I tried to knock the man off with my head while yelling, “Just kill me! Kill me instead of humiliating me!”
“I’m so sorry for being late, Eve! It’s my fault for not being there for you! I’m Christopher! I’ll never hurt you!”
Who’s Christopher? Oh! Is he the one I have been waiting for? He’s the only one who cares about me, isn’t he? I returned to my senses and stared at the man with a look of disbelief. He was in an equally pathetic with his forehead drenched in blood and his face puckered in despair.
He couldn’t care less by his look and continued holding me firmly in between his arms. Over and over again, he caressed my back and assured me, “You don’t have to worry because everything’s over! I have taken out those vicious men!”
I repeated after him, “C-Christopher?”
He placed his blazer over me and asserted, “Yes! It’s me! I’m here! I’ll always be here!”
“Christopher!” As the pent-up emotions came flooding out, I nestled in between his arms and started wailing hysterically, “I’m horrified! I almost killed myself to end my misery!”
While Christopher brought the traumatized me out of the basement, I caught a glimpse of a few men in their military uniforms, including Zachary.
My pupils constricted in fear the moment I saw the men drenched in a puddle of blood on the ground. My heart skipped a beat, and I passed out after shrieking.
When I was unconscious, I heard a few people around me engaging in a heated discussion. They seemed to be having another fight. As much as I wanted to figure out the things going on, I couldn’t open my eyes.
The faces of three vicious-looking men flashed back in my mind. They kept running their hands all over my body. In the end, they tore my clothes into pieces with lustful intentions written all over their faces.
I tried my best to run away from them, but I couldn’t seem to shrug them off. All of a sudden, they pounced on me and rendered me incapable of motion.
I could feel blood splashing everywhere as soon as I heard several consecutive shots being fired.
“N-No! S-Stay away from me!” As I started shrieking in fear, I grabbed something and started biting it with all my might. I could feel my jaws aching, but I was reluctant to stop until I felt blood in my mouth.
Someone stopped me from moving around and held me firmly in between his arms. I felt a strong urge to cry when I detected the gentle kissed on my forehead.
He repeated himself in a remorseful tone, “Eve, you don’t have to worry anymore because everything’s fine! They’re all dead as of now! I’ll keep you company and safe! It will be fine!”
As the nightmare stopped haunting me, I could finally fall asleep. I was unsure if it had merely been a few hours or had it been a few days by the time I woke up.
I surveyed the surroundings and tried to reach out to someone, but the racking sensation coming from the jaw stopped me from speaking. On top of that, I could feel my eyes aching.
Zachary approached me and asked, “Hey, how are you feeling?”
I shook my head, asserting the anxious man everything was fine. Actually, Christopher was the one I had been searching for, but upon a simple glance around the ward, he was nowhere to be seen.
Unable to speak, I had to communicate with Zachary using body language. I made some noise because I was afraid he couldn’t grasp the meaning behind it.
“You need to calm down because your jaw has been severely dislocated. In the upcoming few weeks, you won’t be able to speak.” Zachary proceeded to summon the nurse over.
As he couldn’t get my query, I tried my best to form a complete phrase. “C-Chris—”
“I’m here!” Christopher barged into the ward and sprinted over to my side. Holding my hands, he repeated the same thing over and over again. When I heard him, I finally regained my composure.
“You don’t have to worry because I’ll always be here for you.”
