TRIBULATIONS

22.

Bennett was brought to his room by Edena who practically liked her way towards the headquarters.

It wasn't Bennett who was heavy, even if he was, She was a superhuman, stronger and faster than him.

It was because of the damn heels she decided to put on! She should have changed her shoes before she left her work.

Edena sighed as she turned the door knob around, thank God it wasn't locked.

She pushed the door open, and rushed herself towards the bed. She swung her left arm, and Bennett was thrown onto the bed. He whined groggily.

Edena rolled her eyes, "There. I trust you can handle yourself." She turned around,

Bennett let his tears soak the bed as he cried out loud. "..Bailey.. Dad.."

Edena paused in her tracks, she dramatically turned around. Her eyes widened as she bit her lower lip confusingly. Wait, I can't leave him in this state. She thought.

Edena huffed, of course I can. I don't owe him anything, he does!

Bennett clenched his fists, he rapidly raised his upper body as his eyes opened in realization. "..Yes... Yes! That's the only way.."

Edena now had a reason to stay, she raised a brow. "..Are you finally awake? Or-"

Bennett got off the bed, he stumbled his way towards Edena who raised her arms as a way to support his weight when he tripped. They both fell, and Edena groaned.

Bennett nodded his head, "..I need to find Arthuuu.... We have to go to Dreamaspira. Go to my Dad's office in our building.. He has.."

Bennett started to snore.

Edena pushed him away from her body. She started to hyperventilate, it has been awhile since she felt... Suffocated. She hurriedly stood up, brushed herself off, and stared down at Bennett who drooled on the floor.

She slumped her shoulders, making up her mind, she lifted up a hesitant hand, and helped him up.

She would simply guide him to the bed, that's it.

But in the end, she tucked him in the sheets, and sat on the edge of the bed,

Forgetting her work.

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Arthur frowned. "..Huh?"

Pierre ignored him and started to step towards his motorcycle with the dark red helmet in his hold. He set it down, and whipped his head around to abrasively stare at Arthur.

Arthur licked his lips, he indecisively stood up, his steps were tentative as he kept his uncertain amber eyes on Pierre who was about to lose his shit. Pierre picked up the helmet he previously set down, and let it fall in front of Arthur, who reached out and catched it just in time.

Pierre had already put on his helmet while Arthur was deep in his thoughts.

Pierre beckoned for him to hurry up. "For fucks sake, put it on. We're going for a ride."

Arthur reluctantly put the helmet on. "..Where are we going, sir?"

"Finally broke out of your trance, huh?" He remarked.

Arthur averted his stare, he stayed silent. Pierre's eyes subconsciously softened, he nudged Arthur's arm. "Get on."

Soon, they were on the road. Pierre drove expectedly quick. He told Arthur to tightly hold him, but Arthur didn't feel comfortable in touching the man who was a ticking time bomb. But now he regretted that decision.