I was slowly and carefully stepping back while covering my whole body to his demeaning eyes. He was there in the center, with his bloodshot eyes intensely giving off horrifying gazes and a persistent terrifying smile.
I couldn't utter a single word of protest or even a cry for help. My mind was already panicking and I wanted to fight back but I'm afraid it would only provoke him.
He was already halfway on what he is doing when suddenly I heard a sudden noise from the bushes, it was footsteps.
Nervousness then attacked me. What if it is one of him? Am I gonna die here?
Then, a tall sturdy man wearing a white Armani suit swiftly grabs the rubbish man by his neck and pulled him away from me. He tossed him meters away like a paper, his hand balled in a fist.
Then things happened so fast after that and the next thing I saw was the psycho man was already on the sand, coughing out blood and was getting unconscious, but still, the man in the suit was determined to make him invalid.
I covered my mouth using my hands to stop myself from shouting. My eyes are already pooled with tears. I still don't know who the man is but seeing him kill the psycho man makes me scared.
What if he will kill me next? Or what if he'll be the one to use me then kill me after? Nobody would believe if I pledge for rape. No one, because this is FOGO.
They will just judge me.
"Shit" I heard the man curse when he noticed my quiet sobs. He got up, leaving the psycho, and hurriedly went to my side.
"No please no" I begged, my voice was shaking.
Then, the light brushed a part of his face. It was familiar. He was familiar but I don't want to believe that it is him.
"Why came all the way here when you can't even handle yourself?" He said coldly. He went on his knees gathering me into his arms.
Then, he carried me lightly as if I am just a sheet of paper then walked briskly out of the scene and headed out of the party while securing me in his arms.
I was still speechless. Am I dreaming? Or my head is playing tricks on me?
The strong scent of musk and fragrant sweat overpowered my fear. The smell is relaxing and warm that it calmed me like magic.
My breathing slowed back to normal and my mind was at ease. My senses went back and even though it is still a bit dark and I had tears in my eyes, I still noticed the gentleness in the way he handles me.
It was as if I am a piece of glass that might be broken and all he could do is to be tender.
Considering all of it, I feel safe.
"I have no idea why you girls decided to go to this place by yourself. And who taught you to sneak out?" His manly voice sent shivers down my spine. His tone is familiar, it was the same hoarse baritone voice as someone I knew, who holds authority and power as he speaks.
"If I weren't on time..."
He wasn't able to finish his words because of the heightened emotions. His jaw was clenched perpetually and I sensed his brawny arms tightened. I couldn't think of a way to calm him down because I, too is so overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. I was almost raped a while ago, "if he weren't on time", as he said.
We already reached the well-lit hallway which allowed me to see him. I don't even know if my eyes are deceiving me right now but holding me in his arms is no other than the headmaster of the Monteblanco Empire, it was Pierre Monteblanco.
My eyes widened in surprise and bewilderment. This is unexpected, especially to a man as high and as powerful as him.
I blinked twice just to make sure but indeed, my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.
"Why are you so hard-headed and stubborn? You even drink alcohol knowing your condition, such an irresponsible woman" he snorted, his thick black eyebrows were pulled down together in the center. His coal-black eyes were emitting daggers while looking on the road.
It would be easy for me to say that he is not just mad but rather terribly angry. Why would the high and mighty Pierre Monteblanco give off such emotion to someone like me?
My heart went crazy. I can feel its abnormal beating and unexplained churn on my stomach. A sudden gush of bliss and desire arises within my heart with a great feeling of relief and happiness.
Relief that I was saved and happy that it was him.
"P-pierre," I said almost a whisper. I just want to really confirm it.
Then he looked down at me, letting me see the sight of a God and all I could do was to hold my breath at the sight of him.
Is it alright to feel this kind of emotion to someone you hate to bits?
Because the emotion I am having right now is pristine and petrifying. And it is inappropriate to own this kind of reaction towards him.
"Don't even say a word Justine, I am too mad at you right now" True indeed, because his cold black eyes were piercing and his voice sounded like thunder.
Then we arrived at a shallow hut. He opened the door using a keycard and went inside a very spacious room, it was just plain with noticeable shades of grey and dark blue interior.
He put me down on the corner of the wide sofa in the middle of the room and tossed a blanket on my body.
"Cover yourself up" was all he said.
I am still trying to absorb all the things that happened and somehow provide a better understanding of my situation. Because these things that happened surely turned my life upside down in just a blink of an eye.
I gathered the blanket and find refuge in it. I felt cold, confused, dizzy, and weak. I am stressed. I curled up and hugged my body tightly.
"Thank you for saving me" I started.
I didn't get any response so I looked up to him only to regret it afterward. His dark eyes were enough for me to know that he was angry as hell. There was still blood on his hand and some more on his suit.
Then I felt so guilty again. This man could kill someone just because of my recklessness.
"Thank you? Bullshit Justine! You could have died over there"
I cried. All of my emotions went berserk.
"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know"
"Damn it!" He walked back and forth before deciding to go on my side.
" You should have just followed your Dad Justine. The world is dangerous" he said in a controlled voice this time but his jaw tightened afterward.
"But I didn't know Pierre. I'm sorry" I said, my voice cracked and I end up crying again.
He released a sigh and fixed the blanket around me.
"I just want to forget what happened between us, that's why I sneaked out with Sam. But...but" I said in between sobs.
"Shhh... this is not good for your condition if you keep on crying like that"
He wiped my tears and also fixed my hair. Then he carried me to the kitchen, placing me gently on the countertop.
He left me so he can get some lukewarm water and handed the glass to me.
"Stop crying and drink up. Then we will change your clothes"
I nodded, partly sobbing. I slowly drink the water as he went into the sink to wash off the blood from his hands. He also removed his suit, leaving his gray polo shirt that hugs his muscled body.
"How... how did you know I was there?" I asked when I was finally stable.
He stopped in his tracks but he didn't bother to face me. He just stood there, with both his hands on the side, fisted tightly.
"You don't want to know the details, Justine. But let's just say, I have my eyes on you and good that I did" His voice was composed but at the same time dangerous. I didn't want to match his anger but with all the things running on my mind, it ticked me off.
Because of the tone of his voice, I know he is blaming me. If something bad happened to me, there is no one to blame but me.
Me, even though it was freaking against my will. Me, even though it was not my intention. Who in their right mind would want to be molested? Damn! I didn't ask for it. I didn't ask to be in that freaking situation.
"I didn't ask to be in that situation," I said defensively.
"I know, so let us stop arguing. You still need to change your damn clothes" He answered in feat but I know he is mad.
"But you are blaming me, right?" I said in a whisper but he wasn't giving me any reactions at all.
"But to defend myself, I was there to have fun. Yeah, sounds awful to a man like you but yeah, I was there to live my life. I've been caged in a serene world all my life, and now I can eventually spread my wings, I took the chance!"
I couldn't help raising my voice. I had no inhibitions, with the temper I am having, I could say whatever I want. "But never did it occur to me that I am there to be freaking molested by some psycho".
"But damn you were!! "He quickly turned to face me and loosened a bit of his tie. His lips fixed in a thin line. He closed his eyes before letting out another curse.
"Damn it, let's stop this and fix you first," He said sternly. But I was quick to throw the glass at him stopping him from reaching me.
"No, you are blaming me. Why can't you all believe me?! Why? I... I don't want him. He...he touched me without my permission, he licked me, he did so many things, dirty, I felt so dirty... I.. thought"
His big arms enveloped me in an embrace.
" Stop crying, I am not blaming you," He said, his voice was soothing but he is torn between keeping me sane and killing the guy.
"Shhh, don't cry, Justine. No one is blaming you. Some people are just bored with their life they wanted torture" He added.
I gulped at what he said. Though calm his voice was dangerous, every word hitting a point, giving life to a far more scary person that I knew.
He let me go and dried my tears. His perfectly sculpted face was within my sight, serious and mad.
"I might get mad at you but I'll protect you from this reality, so don't cry. This world won't harm you as long as I am here"
And looking back on his coal-black eyes, I had a glance of that world. A world that could hurt me. Tormenting.
"I am never gonna leave you out of my sight again. That would only be the time. I promise you that"