The night went on and soon the girls were feeling very tipsy. Natasha excused herself and went to the washroom. She was too tipsy to notice that someone had been observing her the whole time and when she stood up to go to the washroom, he followed her. Natasha staggered all the way to the washroom and when she was coming out, she was feeling better. She sprinkled some water to her face and walked out. As soon as she stepped out she was gripped by the wrist and dragged to the end of the hallway and pushed in to a room.
"Who…who are you? What do you want? Let me go!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs. The room was dark and she could not see anything. She tried to get up from the floor and immediately the light was switched on.
"William?!" She said in shock. "What is this?"
"Oh Tasha. You thought I could not find you?" William said as he looked at her with deep eyes. She could not figure out whether what his eyes portrayed was anger or lust. She was scared of him. She took a step back as he walked towards her. She went back until she fell on the bed.
"William, what are you doing? Get away from me!" She shouted.
"Oh come on Tasha! You know how much I like you. And you have never even given me a kiss. Don't be like that." Said William as he came closer and climbed on the bed towards her. She tried to throw a kick and he immediately grabbed her left leg, then her right till after a struggle, he was lying above her. She could smell his alcoholic breath. He leaned in to force a kiss but she hit his mouth with her forehead and he lost control and she got out from under his grip. She ran towards the door but he immediately grabbed her and threw her hard on the bed that she hit the wall behind her with her head. She felt the world around her spin and suddenly it was hard for her to breath. She saw him walk towards her with his hands on his belt and from there she was becoming dizzy.
"Let her go!" A voice came from behind William, loud and commanding. William looked towards the door and saw a cold man in an all-black suit looking at him. Behind him were two enormous bodyguards. William hesitated and replied with a smug: "Why? She is my girlfriend." Brandon looked at the lady on the bed trying to maintain her conscience but failing. The sheets were beginning to fill with blood from Natasha's bleeding wound at the right side of her head.
"Help…me…please!" She managed to let out a shrill call for help and then passed out.
Brandon looked at her then at William. "I have had a rough day today with people making me repeat myself. And I don't intent to do it with you Mr. Collin." He said as he rubbed the area between his eyebrows with his little finger. He took a step toward William.
"How do you know my name?" William asked as he took a step back out of instinct. Before he could get a chance to think about it, Brandon had already given him a hard blow on his right cheek and a knee to his abdomen then tossed him to the bodyguards waiting at the door. He then looked at the lady bleeding on the bed and immediately took out his phone.
"Simon. Code ten!" He said as he hung up immediately before Simon could respond. He then carried the woman hurriedly and ran down to his car. The BMW was parked at the VIP spot of the club's parking lot and immediately the chauffeur saw him coming he opened the door for him and hurriedly rushed to get in and start. The car sped off to Heal Care Hospital. Simon was already waiting at the entrance curious to what could be a code ten. He had never heard Brandon go beyond code eight, which was his mother's. As soon as he saw Brandon get out of the car with a lady passed out in his arms, he immediately knew what was happening. He had already prepared the nurses on call and the ER for such an emergency. They rushed her to the ER and Brandon was asked to wait at the waiting area. He could not seat, he found himself pacing up and down for a while, which he did not notice. He called Watson, who soon arrived within thirty minutes.
"Sir…" Watson called out to the man who had been pacing endlessly before him. Brandon had not even noticed that he had arrived. Watson had never seen his boss this worried and angry. What worried Watson even more is that his boss did not know what was happening to himself.
"Did you ensure her friend got home?" Brandon asked. Watson said yes. "Did you tell the men where to take Collin?". Watson said yes. "Have you found out how someone such as Collin could afford to get in such a high-end club such as that?". Watson said yes. "How?" Brandon asked as he looked at the door to the ER which had been closed for almost two hours now. He was always impatient and this waiting was really testing him. Before Watson could respond, the door was pushed open and out came Simon dressed in surgical dressing.
"She is going to be alright."
"How so and you have spent hours checking up on her!" Brandon snapped.
"I had to ensure that her brain was okay. Her blood pressure was high when you brought her in so we had to wait for it to come down. Then we had to conduct a CT Scan and an MRI to check the impact of the blow on her head. It was not fatal, thank the heavens. We also had to perform a little blood transfusion. She was losing at an alarming rate, especially adding to the fact that she was intoxicated. If you would not have found her then, I would be reporting something more heartbreaking."
"Who?" Brandon asked, still looking at Simon. Simon was confused at the question and looked at Watson, who understood.
"I'm sure it was Julie." Watson responded. Simon looked at Watson and he understood. They both looked Brandon whose face had suddenly flashed red with anger. His suit was dark but one could see the blood stains in him. His hands were colored red. He did not seem to notice, which was odd for everyone knew that Brandon was a neat freak. A slight trace of dirt on his shirt meant that he would change it. At times, he would change his clothes almost thrice a day.
"You can go in and see her. She has been moved into the private ward." Simon said keenly observing Brandon's reaction. Seeing he did not react, he turned and walked and paused to look at whether Brandon was following him. Brandon paused, unsure. "Bran, it is okay. It is okay to care." Simon said in a big brotherly way. Brandon licked his dry lips and followed him to the ward. Watson was surprised to see Brandon accept.
In the room, Natasha was lying unconsciously with a breathing tube inserted in her mouth. Her head had a bandage wrapped around it. Watson sat down at the guest seat as Simon stood behind Brandon, who was looking at the helpless woman before him. 'I will strangle that woman with my own hands.' He thought to himself. 'Can't believe that there was a time that she was my happiness.' He almost spit at the thought of Julie being her happiness once. Now he was so cold inside that he could not recall the last time he was genuinely happy. But of late…
"You should go and rest. I'll have the best nurse take care of her, one of my nurses." Simon interrupted Brandon's thoughts. He had observed Brandon's left hand was beginning to tremble. He looked at Watson, who had also noticed it. Brandon gave one last look at Natasha then nodded at Simon. He looked at Watson and the three of them left. Watson drove Brandon to The Palace, where he had just moved in a week ago. It was an eleven-bedroomed mansion with a swimming pool at the back and a golf-playing area at the left side and the servant's quarters at the right. It was called The Palace for a reason. Watson did not leave but waited for him at the huge living room as Brandon freshened up. It was already midnight when they went back to the hospital.
"Go on and rest. You can't help me if you are still unwell. Hold him until she is out from hospital. Get all the information you can about Julie and update me in every step. But for now, take the jeep from the club and take it to The Palace then go on and rest." Brandon made his directions clear as he sat down on the guest's couch and took out his laptop to work. Immediately Watson left, Brandon's phone rang. Looking at the caller ID he knew what was coming next. He pressed answer.
"How is she?" The other person at the end of the line asked.
"She will be alright, Ed. And tell Fred thank you. As always, his observation is unmatched." Brandon answered rubbing his forehead.
"Tell him yourself." Edward answered as he placed the phone on speaker. Brandon could hear the music; they were still in the club.
"Don't mention it brother. If you like her, we all like her. Right brothers?" Fred said looking at the two men next to him who nodded in agreement.
"Yes. One hundred percent!" Jacob shouted. He was getting drunk.
"I do not." Brandon answered firmly, which led the men at the other end to laugh.
"Yes, you do!" They answered him in unison then the phone was hung up.