You Can Paint Me

Chapter 42 (Part 1)

This past week, after coming back from the trip with the boys, was very loose for us students. Since we will be having the exam month from next week, teachers are actually sympathetic towards us and thought of letting us relax, before the torturing days begin.

Today was Friday and nothing was out of the ordinary. A little boring if you'd ask me. After coming back from school, I was lazily laying on my bed, with various pencils and sketcbooks scattered around my bed sheets, whilst I was doing what I usually do on my free time. Drawing.

I didn't have much of an inspiration that time and I wasn't in the mood to draw still nature either, but my hand was moving on its own, creating random lines and shadows, that slowly formed into a figure. Strong, muscled arms, veiny hands, broad shoulders and defined abs...

My mind was hazy and my hand was moving with its own liberty, but when it was finally the time to sketch the face, to add life into this plain sheet of paper by creating the facial features, something prevented me from doing so.

The constant ringing and the sudden vibration of my phone snapped me out of my fazed state. My mind coming back to reality, as my brows creased together.

Who dares disturb my healing time?

I let out a breathy sigh, before stretching my hand to the night stand to grab my phone and accepted the call without looking at the ID.

"Hello-"

"SHORTCAKE I NEED YOUR HELP, I'M DYING! YOU HAVE TO COME HERE QUICKLY!"

I straightened my back and jumped off the bed swiftly, my frown deepening agonisingly. "Chan, calm down. What happened, I don't understand?" I felt my heartbeat quickening, as the worst case scenarios came in my mind. He seemed frightened and he was breathing heavily.

"I CANNOT EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW, THEY WON'T LET ME SPEAK. YOU GOTTA COME HERE NOW!"

"What on earth is happening?! Should I call the police?" I started pacing in my room, panicking like a worried mother that lost her child in a supermarket. Is he in danger? Did someone attack him? And who are 'they'?! Do they want money from him, or maybe, they want to kill him?!

"NO, DON'T GET THE POLICE INVOLVED IN THIS!"

"What do you mean? What have you done, Chan?" my eyes went big at the thought, that he might have interacted with the wrong people and now he is in trouble.

Oh God, with what kind of people am I friends with?

"I'LL TEXT YOU THE ADRESS, MAKE IT QUICK, SHORTCAKE!"

He said and he hung up the phone, leaving me frustrated and petrified for thinking the worst. I quickly dressed up in plain, casual clothes, not paying attention to the style, since I had a more important thing occupying my mind.
I never really thought that I could ever move this fast, but maybe, the idea of Chan being in a crusial moment motivated me to pick up my pace and hurriedly leave my house, without informing my parents about anything.
I was beyond worried to say the least, that I didn't even took the time to look presentable enough for the outer world. My hair was, to put it simply, a horrendous mess, not even brushed and styled up properly since last night. My face was tensed, as if I had woken up at the wrong side of the bed and basically, I was a walking chaos with feet.

But, the way I looked was the least of my worries right now. I didn't know what was happening, what was going on with Chan and why he sounded so scared. I believe I never felt so worried in my life before. He didn't even tell me if he is hurt or anything, so that I could come prepared. He just called me, shouting at me that he needs my held, without telling the reason and just texted me the adress, without warning me whether the place would be dangerous for me or not.