CHAPTER 17 How it hurts.

"No Julian, it's Jessica," Those words rang in his ears as he slowly loosened his grip on the man's arms, his gaze diverted to the girl laying lifeless.

He walked slowly as he still kept his gaze fixated on her and he was finally there looking at her pitiful state.

Jessica? What was she doing here? And how come? These thoughts flooded his mind.

As the guy saw that they had lost focus on him, he slowly picked up his things trying not to divert their attention back to him and ran away but Pascal who saw him when he was running followed him leaving Julian solely with her.

Julian's heart squeezed as he looked at her, he wished that he could run after that je** and beat him real bad but he couldn't just leave her here all alone after what just happened and when she was in this state. He leaned down and gazed deeper at her beautiful face which was covered by tears, he used his thumb to wipe them off and caressed her cheeks with his hands.

"I promise to make that jerk pay," He said as he clenched his fist when he saw her injured leg.

He carefully carried her out of the room and brought her downstairs, he placed her in the passenger seat of his car before he drove off forgetting about Pascal.

He brought her to the hospital because her leg was still bleeding, her forehead was swollen and her face looked a little bit pale.

"So how is she?" He asked the doctor who was checking her

"Her condition is not a serious one so you can relax," She told him seeing how tensed he was.

"When will she regain consciousness?" He kept on with his questions not paying attention to what the doctor just said.

"By tomorrow everything should be fine," she smiled.

"If I may ask are you are boyfriend?"

"No...I am just her_"

"Admirer or you guys are crushers. Am I right?" She completed his statement with her assumption.

"Well.." He itched the skin in between his brows "I'm not sure about her but for me... " He nodded.

"Oooooh...but in my opinion, I don't think any girl in her right senses will refuse a handsome guy like you," She said and his worried face finally gave a wide smile.

"So you're blushing, huh? Anyways I have to go take good care of her....crusher," She smiled.

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After the doctor left, Julian kept wondering why Jessica was with that man. Was she the one who went to him? But if she was, then why did she shout for help? But the man couldn't have dragged her in by force.

He gazed at her face but all he saw was purity and innocence in it, how could he even think that someone like her would do such a thing.... but he still wanted to know why?

While trying to figure out the possible reasons Pascal called.

He told him that the guy was already in the cell which made him more than relieved and asked if he will be going but Julian refused, he wouldn't leave Jessica here until she woke up until he is sure that she is fine and until she can answer all the questions floating in his head, even if she finds it awkward.

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While Pascal ran after him, the guy kept on passing corners to make Pascal lose track of him but that wasn't helping, as a result, it benefited Pascal because their gap became thinner.

And when he realized that Pascal was too close to him, he stopped in his tracks and turned and defensively faced him.

"If you come closer, you might regret it!" He told Pascal as he picked up a rod from the ground.

"I think you should keep your advice and run," Pascal smirked.

He was about to attack him with the rod but Pascal dodged it. He made another attempt to hit him again and he dodged it again.

Then Pascal kicked him in the stomach and he fell to the ground. With a proud look on Pascal's face, he pushed his fingers backwards and forward like a butterfly wing telling him to come forward; reminding him of what he said earlier.

The man's frown deepened and he pretended like he was trying to elope and when Pascal came closer to hold him down, he threw the rod at Pascal. The rod passed Pascal's face but as it was passing, it scratched him a little on the face.

Feeling the rod's effect on his face he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

This fucking guy just ruined his precious face! He just ruined his beauty! Earlier he was just joking around as he fought with him but now!

He looked at the man as his face blazed.

Then he crouched down to his level.

"Do you know what you just did?" He asked with his gaze as piercing as the tip of a needle but the man didn't reply, he just crawled back trying to escape for real and Pascal couldn't take it anymore, he pounced on him as he filled his face with punches which reflected his anger.

After dealing with him to his satisfaction, he led him to the cell where he was locked up. Then he went to the washroom to wash up. When he was done with that, he called Julian to inform him but he regretted that call because Julian gave him another fuc**ng task.

With an angry and sour look, he went back to the club. Immediately he entered, he started searching for her but he couldn't find her.

'Wait! How would he know her when he didn't even know her face!' He thought.

Then he approached one guy who was a little bit drunk.

"Do you know who is called Belinda?" He asked and the guy pointed to a girl lying lifelessly on the floor with her white hair covering her face.

"Thank you," He told him and immediately left there to prevent the guy from falling on him.

When he arrived at where Belinda was lying, he crouched down to her level as he tugged her hair which was covering her face behind her ear.

"What a wasted beauty!" He said as he kept on staring at her and then he held her up just when the girl in his arms opened her eyes.

She held her head in pain and then she ran her hand through her hair showing how bad her head was throbbing. Her eyes circled and when she saw the guy holding her arm, her gaze widened.

"What?.... Why..? are you?" She looked at him her eyes showing confusion and alarm but before he could even utter a word; her eyes began to search for something or better, someone. She looked around and when she did not find what she was looking for, deep fear and worry became visible in her gaze.

She hurriedly stood up as her gaze never stopped searching for what she was looking for. She began to work further but was halted by pascal: he came in front of her and blocked her way. And when he looked at her face again, he saw that she was already tearing up.

"My friend... Jessica...Do you know her?" She asked him as she pointed to the place where they were sitting a while ago. And she looked so damn cute giving that worried look.

"Hey! I am talking to you! Do you know where she is? If you don't leave my way!" The girl who was looking so innocent a while ago yelled and Pascal blinked at the unexpected outburst.

"Yes," He said and Belinda's eyes widened.

"Where?" She asked as a little bit of relief became visible on her face but Pascal just dragged her. He didn't have time for this confusing being.

"Hey! Where are you taking me?!" She asked as he kept on dragging her and when he didn't reply she pulled her arm out of his.

When he gazed at her, her gaze revealed what she thinking.

'Didn't she look at him before thinking about that! She needed to see the kind of girls he had it with' He thought as a smirk played its way to his face.

"I am not interested in you. Okay?" He told her and her brows knotted as she heard those words.

"Then why are you dragging me?" She asked and the smirk on his face turned into a wide smile.

"Wait! You thought I wanted to" He was about to say but she butted in.

'Now she knew what he was talking about! He was going dirty while she was here worried about her friend?! She even thought he was talking about him not being interested in her matter, not that!' She thought as rage filled her.

"No! Not that! You are not my type too! I am searching for my friend, if you know anything about her, tell me and if you don't, leave!!" She yelled the last words and when he didn't reply she was about to leave but he held her wrist.

'Wat the! Was this guy flirting with her?!' She thought, she was about turn back and hit him in the face but he caught her hand and pinned her to the wall.

"Hey, drunkard, I am not interested in you! I repeat.

I am Julian's friend; Pascal. And I am here to help you go home because you are drunk and insane: now I understand why you need a babysitter. If you wanna come along, come! But if you don't want to; Suit yourself!" He told her and now he was the one who turned to leave.

Belinda's gaze circled and she knew that it was late and dangerous for her to drive or go home alone, so she called him back.

"Wait! I will go with you," She said.

Pascal led her to the car and she sat next to him. He started the car and he drove coolheaded; he felt fortunate that she didn't disturb but that feeling didn't last long as she broke his hopes into pieces.

"Where is my friend?" She began and he just looked at her as he ruminated whether to tell her or not.

'If he told her, a girl like he would scream and might even come running out of his car to meet her friend if he refused to take her there and if he didn't she will keep disturbing!' He thought. And for a moment he decided not to tell her but when she kept asking, he had no choice cuz he realized that she derived Joy from talking even when no one was listening.

"She is in the hospital, she almost got raped," He simply said and then he focused his attention back on the road.

For a moment, the girl didn't talk; She seemed to be in shock but when the message sank in!

"My friend.....she is in the hospital....she almost got raped! raped! She was almost raped!" Tears began to gush out of her eyes and Pascal had to stop the car.

"Yes but now she is safe," He said as he tried to console her to reduce the noise but that was a wrong decision because it became worst.

"How could I? it was all my fault! it was all my fault! Why did I do it?" She looked at him as her eyes welled....and he felt like shaking her and putting in her brains the word 'she is safe'.

With a sigh, he began the car again and this time he increased the volume of the radio so that he won't hear her cries and noisiness again.

It was smooth for a while but after like two minutes the girl switched it off.

"I need to see my friend! I need to see her!" She cried out loud.

"I don't know where she is. Julian didn't tell me," He said trying to keep his cool.

"Then call him or do something!" She yelled and he finally lost it. He got out of the car and opened the door for her.

"What are you doing?" She asked confused.

"You said you wanted to see her. Am I right?" He asked and she nodded.

" Then go and see her,"

"But I can't go when I don't even know where she is," She told him and a smirk became visible on his face.

"But you were the one who told me to do something. Right? You do that thing,"

"Here take Julian's number and call him by yourself. I don't care about you and your friend. I care less about what you do when you do and how you do it! I don't give a f**k," He said and before she could say a word he was gone leaving her in the middle of the road and the worst thing was that everywhere was dark.

"Damn him! That fucking bastard!"