Chapter 17

I closed my eyes and waited patiently for my cheek to start threatening fire but instead, I felt nothing. I began to wonder if I died before receiving the slap.

But I have to confirm first. I opened my eyes, only to see Bryan squeezing his face in pain due to the way a tall athletic looking man was twisting his hand. At first, I thought that what I felt about someone else's presence was just an imagination but it's real. I looked closely at him and with the help of the always merciful moon, I realized it was...

“Bennett?" I breathed out but it sounded more like a question. But how is it possible, how is he here, how did he get here, though I am so happy to see him again? But what is he doing here, could he be doing drugs, but he doesn't look like one, no he is not, at least I won't believe he is until I hear from him.

Seeing how bad he was hurting Bryan, I pleaded.

 “Please let him go."

“But he was gonna hurt you,” Bennett complained.

“Not anymore, you are here now, he won't hurt me,” I replied.

The happy smile that escaped his lips gladdened my heart - I didn’t know why but I smiled back.

He released Bryan's hand; he scampered away like a rat being chased by a cat.

I turned to Bennett, I didn't know whether to thank him or ask him what he was doing there. For some reason I was angry and I will be more furious if he is into drugs, I glared at him but he was still smiling at me. If only he knew how angry I would be if I realize he is into drugs, he wouldn't be smiling.

As if he heard what I said, he frowned, sometimes I wonder if I am that transparent, sometimes Nicky always knows what I want to say before I even say it, and now Bennett, I need to stop being predictable.

“Are you into drugs?” I ask with my mouth hanging loosely.

He flashed his charming smile at me again.

“Is that the way to thank someone who saved you, Sophia?”  He complained.

I suddenly felt guilty; I bent my head and apologized shyly. “I am sorry, I was just curious, by the way, thanks for saving me.

He was still staring hard at me with an amused smile, I guess he loves staring.

“You are so funny,” he stated and brushed his hair with his hand. So cute.

“I am sorry but what brought you to this neighborhood?” I asked 

“Still curious?” He asked raising a brow.

“Kind of.” 

“You are angry that I might be into drugs?” I looked up at him in shock, how did he know that.

“Maybe,” I mumbled.

We were already walking out of that area, his presence is so soothing that I wished he would never go home, even though I am still a little scared of him