"I don't know his name, I haven't even seen him before in university. But Ben seemed know him. You'd have to wait until he gets sober," Vivianne said after she had explained the whole scene to him.
Max didn't say anything but after a few second of silence, he asked, "Where is she?"
"Don't worry about her," she said, "We took her to a hospital and the doctor said she's fine. She is at her apartment right now with Cassandra."
Max started to hurry towards his car to go to her. He wanted to make sure by himself that she's fine but she stopped him. "I don't think you should visit her right now. She must be sound asleep. Besides, she needs rest too."
His hand stopped at the handle of the car and his fingers clutched around it in helplessness.
"You can meet her tomorrow," she added noticing the despair around him. "She'll be fine after getting enough sleep by tomorrow."
He closed his eyes shut and after a moment, nodded.
* * *
Snore snore
Even in his bruised condition, Ben didn't miss his snoring. He laid there on a bed in a sprawled out manner like a spider and Max looked at him disgustingly when he started to drool.
Ben rubbed a finger over his closed eyes and started opening them but before even he had a chance to blink, he shrieked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
He jumped up in his bed and holded the sheets in front of him as a useless shield when he found Max standing in the corner of his room with a death glare, terrifying as ever. He might as well looked like a demon.
"Who was it?" He asked with an unusual calm to his voice which, Ben knew very well, was a sign that he had lost it.
"Who was who?!" Ben again shrieked like a teenage girl but couldn't help be wary of the infuriated state of a mad person in front of him so he tried to lower his voice after clearing his throat. "Who are you asking for?"
"The one who had the guts to approach Sarah and drug her," his eyes darkened like the stormy black clouds suddenly ready to strike a lightning down.
Ben let his hand travel to his hairs as he realized what he had been talking about and the memories of yesterday started falling before his eyes. "Christo⎯" he was about to say but stopped and Max raised a brow at his half open mouth. "It was somebody named John," he corrected himself when he remembered the events in sequence. "I don't know that bastard from our university. He must be from outside. The host, Ritchie, he was her boyfriend. I tried to bring him out but he had already escaped from the club by then."
Max stood silent and still with his arms crossed, and just by the look in his eyes Ben knew that's not what he wanted. He wants his whereabouts.
"I'll try to find him. Just give me a few hours," Ben said but the expressions didn't change.
"One hour."
"The hell? How will I⎯" Ben shouted but suddenly conscious of his icy glare he backed down. "Okay," he muttered.
Max recieved a call and Ben couldn't help but wonder who was it that made him rush to his keys and towards the door but after some hesitation he called from behind him.
"What?" Max snapped, angry that he stopped him in midway to wherever he was running to.
"Uh- I just wanted to say sorry," he finally said, with a rare guilt in his eyes which showed the testimony of the truth in his words. "I shouldn't have left Sarah alone yesterday."
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Hey Pretty Stranger
RomanceI was so desperate to hide that I didn't even check who he was and I ran a few steps ahead of me, grabbed his collar and kissed him straight on his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut due to the anxiety growing in the pit of my stomach. But his lips felt...
