Chapter 1

I knew it.

I knew that walking alone in the middle of the night was a bad idea. Especially around this cheap and filthy neighborhood. Everything and everyone around here is a piece of dirt or a scumbag. I look at the night sky and mutter a couple of curse in my mind as I stare at the back of the man whose running away with my black purse.

"Are you freaking serious right now?!" I shouted in bitterness.

He was dressed in a worn-out shirt and baggy pants, you know the kind of clothes that you can buy at thrift shops. It was probably second hand, has been tried on by many people before he actually bought it so that's awfully nasty. I would like to pity him but I wish him hell right now for stealing my purse with my new phone and pocket money. I literally have nothing with me right now.

"You better pray we won't fucking cross path again!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I watch him disappear into the dark alley.

All my life, people sure as hell knew better than to mess with me! I took a deep breath as anger explodes in my head. I have anger management issues. I am easily annoyed, I had multiple rage outbursts that resulted in physical violence and I had to drink medications to get it under control.

I don't mind if he had to do it for some cash because I clearly don't give a damn about money. I can even buy his soul if I want to but the thing is, he stole from me! And my pride couldn't absorb that. No one dares to steal from me. I'll make sure he'll get the punishment he deserves.

The cold air blew past me, gently kissing my porcelain skin. I hugged myself as I trail the dark road back to the main street. I'm not really surprised that there isn't a single soul here. This area is the one you avoid taking if you don't want any trouble.

However, here I am walking on the silent street shivering, wearing a designer mini dress and limited edition five inches black heels just because of a damn party. A party that was so tedious I had to leave early.

I ignored the icy wind and began to walk fast when I heard something. I stop on my tracks and slowly turn to my left. There was nothing but a narrow corner. My eyes couldn't see anything because it was too dark but I'm certain of what I heard.

It was a low voice.

I know curiosity would get me killed someday but I just can't help it. My mind was begging me to ignore it and leave but my body won't cooperate. My feet were rooted to the ground.

"Ahh." There it is again only it was much clearer this time. It's a man's voice and he seems to be panting heavily.

"Uhh. . . please."

I scrunched my nose and rolled my eyes as the voice continues to groan. It sounded manly, hoarse, and husky.

The obvious had occurred to me and my face must be the utter description of disgust right now. I already know these types of people. Those who are too horny to even made it to their place to do the dirty and that low-life that chooses to do their exhibition in a secluded spot like this. I was more than disgusted.

"Have a good time, idiots," I said, ready to move along when he speaks again.

"Please help me!" The voice broke into a raw cry like the man was in deep pain and anguish.

"What the hell is going on?" That would be too much for a blowjob I think? It sounded like he's not enjoying or in any pleasure at all.

I squint my eyes, trying to make figures into the opaque corridor but to no avail, I couldn't see anything.

I look around and my eyes spotted a rusty crowbar lying down the cold pavement. I picked it up and wrap my two hands around it, ignoring the rusty smell. I am alone and it was dark, there's no way I'd take another step there empty-handed. I'm no fool.

Slowly I cautiously walk forward, raising the crowbar in the air to make sure I am ready if someone would try to attack me. My hands are getting sweaty and my heart threatens to escape. I was ready to give a full swing when my heels were caught on something.

"Holy shit!"

"Damn."

I stumbled and fell on something hard but I know it's not the ground. The broken post lamp around the corner suddenly works, providing enough light to show that I tripped over a man's legs.

His head was hung low and he was rested on the floor, leaning against the brick wall. I, on the other hand, was awkwardly sprawled on his thighs. When he looks up and our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Then he speaks, "C-can you please get off of me?" His voice was deep and his breathing we're labored.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not bothering to move.

He looks down and my eyes subtly followed his until it landed on his stomach. My eyebrows raised in confusion when I saw his right hand clutching it. My eyes went wide and the crowbar instantly fell from my hands when I see and realize what's going on.

"What the f*ck?" I cursed, seeing how blood dampens and tainted his white fabric. He was excessively bleeding! I had no idea what happened or how long has he been left like this but the pale color of his face shows that he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

I immediately got up then crouch in front of him. "You need to go to the hospital right now." I pointed out the obvious, "Give me your phone." The least I could do is to call an ambulance.

He stares directly in my eyes and slowly shook his head, "I t-think I lost it after someone stabbed me." He said weakly.

Did he got robbed by the same guy who stole my purse? That scumbag.

"Well, that's a shame. You would lose a lot of blood and probably die before we made it to the hospital. You see, I don't have my phone either." I said.

His eyes went wide as if he couldn't believe that I just told him that. My eyes linger on his face a little longer than it should then on his bleeding wound, contemplating whether it's worth it to help or not.

"I hate this night." I murmured. "Come on, we should start walking."

I put my arms around his waist and throw his arm over my shoulder for support. I help him stand up and we began to walk under the cold night. He was tall and muscular so his weight kept on dragging me but I didn't say anything.

I don't even understand why I choose to help him. I could just leave him to die. I could live with that. It was only normal for anyone to help a dying stranger. But not for me. Haide Malford won't do that. I'm not the one who would do such a heroic act. I'm not like that.

"I'm Daniel by the way." The man suddenly speaks, getting my attention.

I glared at him, still irritated how this night turned out. "Talk if you want to die, shut your mouth if you want to live."

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