Help me! Aren't We Friends?

Starla's Apartment

"Gretta! Are you all right?" This time Starla's voice was heard asking Gretta, who was slumped on the floor of her apartment.

Feeling not getting a meaningful response from Gretta, she looked at Elena who nodded back at her, until then she heard the sound of the door opening.

Check!

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Approaching footsteps sounded as if they echoed through the apartment, adding to the dramatic impression for those who heard. Even though it is clear, if the music that Elena plays is still playing, it fills every corner of the house.

Tap!

A man was now standing at the entrance to the living room, towering over there with a crooked smile he didn't bother hiding. As for Gretta, she didn't pay any attention to it as the dizziness was getting more and more intense.

Elena was seen kneeling beside Gretta, making the girl turn around and wince when she heard Elena's whisper, whose tone sounded strange.

"Gretta! Have you felt something strange in your body?"

Thump!

Along with the coldness of the tone of voice, Gretta seemed to be brought to her senses what she was feeling now. Gretta lifted her head, staring dimly at the man standing towering in front of her.

"So has the party started yet?" the man asked playfully, still standing and looking down at the exhausted Gretta.

His sinister grin grew wider, as if he didn't realize he wanted to start what he called a fun word, 'party'.

"You're late, but not that late. Since the 'party' has just started, don't worry," said Elena as she got up from her squatting seat and crossed her arms, walking over to stand next to Starla, whose face was unreadable.

"Oh! Thank goodness," he muttered, still pretending to be sorry.

Then, the man crouched down in front of Gretta who was almost drooping in front of him. He held Gretta's chin in a gentle grip, lifting it up so she could only look at him.

Grip!

"Look at me, baby," he hissed with a crooked grin, when he saw Gretta's helpless face even though her eyes were still glaring at him "Wow! I thought I was really weak," he continued scornfully.

"Let go of me. Get your filthy hands off my face, damn it!" Gretta cursed in a weak voice.

"Keh! Still fighting apparently-

Cuh!

Plaque!

Brugh!

"Darren! Why did you hit her!"

The man's words were forced to stop when Gretta, who had a cringe-face expression on her face. Until a slap flew from the man and Gretta herself was blown away by the force of the slap.

Starla who saw it twitched and of course reflexively screamed, but Elena di who was standing beside her held her arm and shook her head.

Darren, who was called, turned and smiled sarcastically, looking at the two women behind him unconcerned. "Shut up! Don't interfere."

"Darren-

"Starla," interrupted Elena, then glared at Darren. " Hurry up and finish this," she continued coldly.

"Lena-

"Shut up Starla! We've worked hard to drag her all the way here. Then, why stop halfway?" Again Elena interrupted Strala's words sharply, staring as if to say they couldn't back off.

Starla paused and stared at Gretta who was trying to stand with a sorry look, before finally looking away hardened.

"Do it quickly Darren. But don't hurt or hit her again," Starla pleaded without looking at the man.

Darren of course chuckled sarcastically and looked back at Gretta who was finally able to stand up though she was wobbling.

"Huh! We'll see, if she fights I don't guarantee it," Darren replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Well! Gretta, we were 'a couple' before you broke up with me. Think of it as compensation for one month of me being your neglected lover. Got it?" he continued with a cruel grin.

"No! Don't come near me!" Gretta shouted with all the strength she had left.

Gretta looked at her two friends who were standing with a blank face, understanding that they couldn't be helped and looked back at Darren who was walking towards her.

She reflexively backed away regularly with a shake of her head. she stumbled and almost fell, if only she didn't hold on to the nightstand beside her.

"Don't come near me," Gretta shooed and stumbled until she fell down.

Brugh!

Aww…

Gretta grimaced as her buttocks hit the wooden floor while her eyes stared blankly at Darren who was getting worse and worse. approached him.

Ha-ha-ha…

A cruel laugh escaped Darren's lips, staring at Gretta hungry when she saw the overalls was opened and showed the black shorts that were worn by her ex-lover.

Ex-lover, the man Gretta met a few days ago, the man who asked to become her lover but was rebuffed by her, now it's starting to be rude to hold her thigh and rub it lightly.

Plaque!

Gretta threw the hand away until the owner of the hand glared at her and began to act violently, grabbing the golden mane of Gretta who screamed in pain.

"Bitch, how dare you hit my hand, huh?" Darren hissed angrily.

Gretta grimaced in pain, tears welled up in her eyes and occasionally looked at her two friends who were now sitting relaxed as if they didn't see what had happened to her.

"Let go of me damn!"

Plaque!

The corner of Gretta's lips began to ooze a red iron liquid, indicating that the slap was strong and painful.

"This is fitting for a proud and self-respecting woman like you," Darren whispered furiously. He rubbed the corner of his lips gently, before finally gripping it firmly. "Shut up and accept it, then I guarantee there will be only pleasure after," he continued with a sinister smile, as Gretta rolled her eyes.

"No! Don't, I beg you! Not Darren!"

Gretta began to get hysterical, pleading in a weak voice as she was carried like a sack of rice and entered a room.

"No! Starla! Elena! Help me! Aren't we friends? Why are we like this?"

"Shut up and don't make noise, honey!"

Blame!

Gretta's screams for help ended with a thud at the door. The two girls that Gretta asked for help could only pensively on the sofa, both of them also suddenly became statues when a strange feeling began to attack.

It hurts when Gretta calls them a garden.

"No! Don't come near me! Go you damn it!"

"Don't fight Honey! I love you!"

"Go away!"

Prang!

The sound of screams and shattering objects could only be heard by the two of them in a daze. Starla turned to Elena who was also silent, then turned to the door that was tightly closed.

"Elena, is this true?" Starla asked in a low whisper.

Elena didn't answer right away, but gave a small gasp and stared at the table with unfocused food.

She shook her head to regain consciousness, then took the wine she was carrying and drank it casually, as if nothing had happened, just trying to be normal.

"What do you mean 'is this true'?" Elena asked back.

Her heart did feel a slight sting of pain. However, she quickly dodged and threw it away.

"I mean-

"Nooo!"

Thump!