Chasing Dreams (Book 2)

Thirty Seven

SANDRO's POV

Lex: Love, have you heard that?

What was that noise?

We both looked at Samantha's room from the pool area. What's going on? Then I saw Manang, running towards us and she looks so bothered and worried.

Sandro: Manang, ano pong problema?

Manang: Iho. Narinig naming sumisigaw si Samantha. Para syang-

I didn't let her finish and hurriedly went to the guestroom.

Sandro: Samantha? Can you hear me?

I tried to barge in and knocked multiple times but no luck. Then I heard footsteps coming. Good thing Manang brought the keys.

We immediately went inside the room and everything was a mess. The room was so dark and every stuff were broken. Painting, vases and figurines. But my eyes were only searching for her.

Lex: Oh my gahd!

Lex exclaimed as we saw blood on the floor. I stared at the drops of blood for a moment and suddenly felt nervous. My heart starts to pound and I feel uneasy.

Sandro: Samantha!

I tried calling her but still no answer. I was searching for her in every corner of the room when I heard a cry from the comfort room. There I saw her beside the bath tub, sitting on the floor and her face was on her knees.

Sandro: Samantha.

I softly called her name. She was sobbing. I noticed that her arms and feet were bleeding.

I slowly walked towards her and kneel in front of her.

Sandro: Hey, it's me.

She lifted her face and looked at me with terrifying eyes. I gulped. I don't want to see her like this. She looks like a total mess, hurt and fragile at the same time.

Sandro: W-what's wrong? Tell me what happened.

Samantha: San..... Sandro......

She wrapped her arms around my neck and continued to cry. I embraced her. I know this is what she needed the most. Then she whispered something in my ear before she fainted.

Sandro: Manang. Ask the PSGs to get the car ready. I need to bring her to the hospital. Now!

LEX's POV

I've never seen Sandro this worried about a person he doesn't even know. If I got it right, based on my observation, Samantha is not just a friend. It seems like she was more important than a friend. She is somehow special to Sandro. I bet we really have to talk some other time.