Chapter 44

Mi Cha's POV

I am so tired and I can't wait to eat the dinner my new mate has prepared. Yesterday she cooked. She made me barbacoa pork if that's how they call it and it was the most amazing pork food I have ever tasted. She told me she was going to cook more Mexican food and I couldn't be more exited.

I park my car in the basement. Ever got a weird feeling just by looking at a car next to the one you have parked? Something like the cars you see in movies, long and weird?

Well, I shake my head. I should not interfere with people's businesses. I take a lift and head upstairs. Reaching my apartment and opening the door, I am welcomed by a crazy scream. What the fuck?! Who the hell is here?

Reaching my room, the first person i see is a struggling Anahi, "Sueltame!" Then the guy in blue jeans and brown scary hoody squeezing her arms behind her back and he tries to take her with him, he hasn't seen me yet. Good thing. Don't panic Mi Cha!

I go the kitchen and take a frying pan and hide behind the cabinets. Getting out of there, he focuses on her as he tries to take something from the pocket. I make a holy cross and run behind him, hitting his head as hard as I can with the pan. He lets go of her and tilts himself to look me. I am doomed!

Without any other word, suddenly, he falls down on the floor, " Good Lord!" I let go of the breath I hardly knew I was holding. My hand caressing my chest before I hit him two times again, "You know," I look at Anahi my breathing still on fire, " Just to make sure,"

Anahi was still the floor, processing what just happened, "What if you didn't appear? Where would I have been right now?" She lips and chin were trembling, "Does this mean.."

"Anahi," I snap my fingers, stepping closer to her and crouch down, " This will not happen again. I am sorry this has happened today and I promise to make sure they don't do this again," I hold her face.

"You don't understand, It is not you that's caused this. A place like this will hardly have an intruder unless people from the inside are the ones that have leaked this information. I am the wanted one, Mi Cha!" She cries, " They will not stop until they get what their boss wants, me!"

I hug her. Now I understand why Maurice told me this woman has quite a history, " Okay, I will find a better place so that they don't find you okay?" I caress her hair, "You will get over it and someday this will all be a dream,"

I have been in worse situations with patients and this happens to be something I think I can handle. And,

Bang!

I hit the guy in the face again, you know, to make sure he doesn't wake up from his cursed sleep. After a moment of consolation, I call the police and they take their package, ask a few questions and leave. Thankfully, my babyish apartment is still in good shape. I mean, a few pillows thrown on the floor and a messy bedroom can be fixed. The baby pink paint was still there and so were other decorations.

"How are you feeling?" I give her a glass of water as I sit beside her on the white sofa. She takes it and takes a sip of it.

"A bit better. My wounds are hurting as hell. It's like they are breathing" She frowns, still looking on the floor, "I am really sorry I brought these people here,"

"Well, I am not the one they are looking for so might as well look for another place to live, I can look for an apartment and ask a close friend of mine to be looking out for you," I am gonna be honest, I worry for myself too.

"Well, I will have to bother another person again,"

"You hate bothering people don't you?"

"I just don't want to put them in a bad situation because of me,"

"What exactly are you running from?"

"Well," She rubs her pals together, " I am married and my mother is well... too religious. She made me marry a man because she caught me kissing him and it turns out the guy is not the type of guy I wanted. Long story cut short,"

"And who is looking for you right now?"

"I don't know. I guess both. My husband needs me because of work related things and my mother wants me to be a good housewife,"

"But you are already pregnant with him. Are you sure you want this road?"

"My husband actually is not the father of the baby," She bites her lips.

"Interesting, I wish to ask you who the father is but clearly that is a private matter I do not need to know," She laughs at my reaction.

"You will know him someday," She smiles, She is beautiful when she is like that.

After a while of chatting, good vibe spreads around the house again. Part of me tells me to help her. She is a good person that needs to be saved, but part of me keeps reminding me of what I had to lose because I saved a patient. My daughter. I had her when I was seventeen.

One day, I was still a student when a patient on a street asked me to help him as he was in much pain. I felt like a hero after helping out. Then I went home. I looked for her everywhere. Only later that I found out, she threw herself from the veranda to the ground. My apartment was on the third floor and I went there too late. All I could see from there was the blood that had spread like rain water.

"Are you Okay?" My attention is drawn back to her. I look at her for a while before I finally answer l,

"I am fine. Don't worry." All I can think right now is how she would be enjoying her life now that her mother was already living a good life. She loved baby pink so much that she wanted every little toy she had to have that color.

"I think we should go to sleep, today was quite a thing," She nods, maybe not sure if she should smile or not. Both of us head to my room. Before I could even reach it, I hear some heavy landing on the floor. Tilting my head back, it's her.

Oh My God! I carry her on my back to her bedroom and place her on the bed. Taking off her hoody, my eyes widen. My heart suddenly feels this sharp pain that I never thought I'd feel for someone I just met in less than three days ago. I clamp my head in disbelief. Who could have caused such bruises and scars on her arms like this. I look at her legs and her back. All the same. All except for her tummy. She fought well.

After a while of treating her, I have no Idea how I fell asleep beside her. The next time I open my eyes, The sky is already clear and bright. I sit myself on the bed and look at her. She is still asleep. I test her fever with mine, at least she is doing better. This is must be so hard for her. Getting an abusive husband is something else. I receive tons of patients everyday that are victims of abuse and it's no joke.

I go to my room and take my phone. I must admit, the feeling of having a new phone always excites me especially Samsung because they never fail my expectations. Pressing the phone app, I dial my best friend whom I haven't talked to in a very long time. Ladies and gentlemen, patiently wait for the bomb to explode.

"Hello," And I woke her up from her precious sleep.

"Hello, bestie, I miss you!" I know I act like a kid coz I have a problem and I have a good feeling she can help me out with it.

"Why do I feel this call is going to drain my energy this morning?" If she was looking at me right now, it's my energy that would be drained.

"Ha Ra! I am so sorry I didn't call you when I got back from America but seriously I miss you!" I frown. The truth is I miss her but not as much as I need her help right now.

"That's all you want to say?"

"Well I have a small problem," She hangs up. Damn this woman! I call her again. And she picks up, again.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Oh my head," I almost became deaf.

"Ha Ra, are you okay?"

"No! I have a unique anger this morning and I feel like pouring it all on you!"

"Please come to my apartment. I really need your help. Please."

"No!"

"Please!"

"I need to work!"

"I will give you 800 dollars,"

"Make it 1000,"

"Okay,"

"I'm coming," She hangs up. I can't believe I have spent the entire budget of this month on her.

And in thirty minutes, she is here, knocking my door. I don't need to look to know who it is because she always knocks like a wild animal. Opening the door, "Give me my money before anything else,"