𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (UNDER EDITING)

04: Crazy, Devilish Woman

Y/n's POV

To think I would react like that.

Did I overreact?

No, anybody in my situation would have reacted just like me. I could still feel my heart pounding loudly in my chest. The fear I suddenly felt from the crash and the blade of the knife pressed against my neck.

Not to mention how that crazy man almost cut open my throat. My fingers grazed slightly over my bandaged neck. A shiver running up my spine as I touched it.

My doctor said that I was lucky that day since the blade only cut through the skin. If the detective was late by just one second I would've met an instant death. Just the thought of me suffering such a form of death made me feel disgusted.

My gaze traveled to the TV in the hospital room. The news reporter reviewed what happened yesterday on the main road. The collision between both cars, me being held hostage with a knife and almost dying, that handsome detective saving my life and what sent the fans crazy? Him carrying me to the ambulance like a total gentleman.

I can see why he has an entire fanbase of girls falling head over heels for him. With a face like that, he could easily become a model. He's a detective though so the idea of becoming a model is probably way out of his mind.

I sat back on the hospital bed with a sigh. Fortunately, Sayuri and the driver weren't in serious danger but the doctor suggested they rest in bed until further notice. Same goes to me, I was advised to stay in bed until I was fully recovered.

That being said, my photoshoots were placed on hold and the movie I was going to casted in decided to not let me have the role. The director said that he did not have the time to wait for my recovery. Not only that but he said that if the blade left a scar, I wouldn't be casted in other movies.

"D*mn bastard.." I bit my nail softly.

I hate to agree, but what he said was right. Nobody would want to hire a girl with a huge scar on her neck. I cursed quietly as I bit down harder on my nail.

My thoughts continued like this for a few more minutes until a knock on the door snapped me out of my trance. My eyes narrowed in confusion of who it could be. My dad didn't even turn around to check if I was alright after I fell when I was a little girl, so he wouldn't even come to the hospital to check if I survived at all.

I'm pretty sure that both my brother and my mom want me dead. They hate my guts so there shouldn't be any reason for those two to show up at my hospital room. My manager is most likely resting in bed right now so it can't be her.

"Who is it?" I called out, wincing at the pain I felt in my throat.

"Kudo Shinichi, detective."

My eyes lit up as a sense of relief. It was the detective from the other day.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, it's alright."

After I said that, the door opened revealing the man with a bouquet of flowers. Seeing him more clearly, I can definitely see why girls go crazy over him. Thick, black hair, piercing ocean blue eyes, a sharp jawline. His shoulders were broad and he definitely had a good body figure.

He wore a black turtleneck with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A silver watch resting in his left wrist. Black trousers with a simple belt wrapped around the hoops of his pants. Formal yet simple.

'Definitely the face of a model.' I thought to myself.

"How is the injury doing?" He asked, stepping closer to me.

"The doctors said there was nothing to worry about but there's a possibility that it might leave a scar." I said as softly as I could to not hurt myself.

My gaze landed on the bouquet of flowers that were in his arms. "I didn't know detectives would bring flowers to the people they saved."

His body visibly stiffened as he brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head nervously. 'Is he shy? How cute.' I chuckled silently to myself.

"No this...I'm here to visit a friend of mine. I thought I should've stopped by to reassure you that the man who attacked you is currently in prison."

My cheeks flared up in embarrassment as I turned away from him. "Oh..right." I mumbled raising my hand to hide my face.

"I just came to say that. I hope you recover soon." He nodded his head once as he excused himself and walked out my hospital room.

I laid back and grabbed the blanket, raising it up my face as I held back a scream. "How embarrassing!" My entire face felt red just thinking about the interaction.

Just then, another knock on the door made me look up. 'Did he forget something?' I raised a brow questioning what it could be. I was about to say something when the door opened without me saying anything.

My eyes furrowed in confusion. Does he not know it's considered rude to enter a woman's room without any permission given? Just when I was about to call his name, my eyes slightly widened seeing my mother enter the room.

I sat up quickly. Sweat dripped down my cheek as she closed the door behind her. "Why are you here? You don't have a reason to be here- huk-!" I gripped my throat from my sudden yell. Right. My neck was bandaged up.

"Do mothers usually have a reason to visit their daughters?"

"When it's you, yes. Yes you do." I glared. "Why are you here." I repeated in a more demanding tone.

She set her bags down on the couch and sat down, crossing her legs. "That little accident brought so much unnecessary attention. The media will find it odd if any family members have not visited you to check if you're ok." She paused for a second before continuing. "Though, you somehow survived. Miracles do seem to happen." She rolled her eyes.

I bit my tongue, forcing myself to not say anything. Not like I could anyway. We would just end up yelling with each other and with my throat stinging in pain I can't do much.

My eyes widened, feeling her slender fingers gripping my chin forcing me to look up at her. Her other hand tore my bandage off my neck making me gasp. "What the h*ll are you doing?!"

She ignored me and pushed the bandage away to the side. She pushed my head up and looked closely at my neck. "Just like I thought." She smirked. "It'll leave a scar just enough for the world to see."

Roughly, she let go of my face making me turn to the side. A scar? Oh please I hope she's joking! She has to be right? She's just messing with me because she wants to see me crumble in fear in front of her.

"Stop f*cking with me.." I scowled at her.

She just continued completely ignoring my words. "Who would want you as their model? An actress at that! You're just useless now. Just like before."

I bite down on my tongue to avoid saying anything. My body trembled in anger as she just smiled devilishly at me. "Visiting hours are done. Hope you come back soon...with that scar."

The door closed as she left me sitting at the hospital bed looking down at my trembling hands. 'She's messing with me. She wants to see me at my knees in front of her..' That's all that was going to my brain.

My hands covered my face as I bit down my bottom lip. My thoughts continued like that for about a few more minutes as the sounds from the small TV in the room played in the background.

"...KID had yet again stolen another precious jewel from the Tokyo National Museum! The police department has taken immediate action into the robbery committed on Thursday, October 15th..."

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