As Time Passes By

Chapter twenty-three: Bad Blood

Layla

I stormed inside the hospital, my moves swift, and I had no room for comedy and advertisements.

My feet were thudding with seriousness as I walked towards the reception area.

"I'm looking for Noah Armstrong." I spoke sternly, my gaze hard on the nurse while he typed on the computer to find who I was looking for.

"He's in room 234, at the 3rd floor." The nurse replied.

Without hesitation, I entered an elevator. My moves were fast and unnoticeable from the amount of speed I was pressuring.

If Noelle doesn't get out of here without being unharmed or hurt, I'm fucking myself to death.

I finally reached the 3rd floor, my eyes scanning each room number until my eyes fell on room 234.

Shit. It had bodyguards on the spot. I can't get in.

I know this situation won't move if I would be the only one who's gonna leave with bruises all over my neck and face.

I need three crazy women and one who's an only child but a total maniac when it comes to fighting men and acting all plastic around them.

I leaned against the wall of a scheduled area before fishing out my phone and making a group call.

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Kiki: Bitch, what the fuck?

Miki: Swear to god it ain't me disturbing you and Emelia's beauty sleep.

Emelia: Who the fuck did this then?

Giselle: Bro, I'm currently shitting–

Layla: Yall wanna play a game with knuckles?

****

The lines went silent while I waited for an answer.

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Emelia: Who's the fucking targets?

Layla: That's more like it

Miki: Yla, spit that shit out or me and Kiki won't be joining

Layla: Chill, ok, so, there's this hospital room and Noelle is inside with the heir of the Armstrongs–

Kiki: Heir??? As in like, The Nichols most hated family that Nama wants to kill em' all?

Giselle: You heard it right, Kiki. It's Noah fucking Armstrong

Emelia: What now?

Layla: I want y'all to meet me up at St. Luke's medical center at the 3rd floor. All hands on deck and bodies prepared. I'll be waiting at the main hall.

Emelia, Kiki, Miki, and Giselle: Copy.

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The call soon ended before I scanned the same door of where Armstrong was placed. It was still full of bodyguards guarding the door, which now, is harder to enter.

I tried calling Noelle in the next 30 minutes. But still, no answer.

My patience was running thinner and thinner as the 15th call all ended to voicemail. I was getting irritated by each ring of the call.

Until, I startled by a finger nudging my shoulder. It was Giselle and the others all dressed suspiciously as if they are robbing multiple organs and blood in this hospital.

"What took y'all so long? It's already half the hour." I spoke up, my voice sounding like a sheep from my vocals being unused since the call.

"Miki's foot got stuck in the door when we were about to leave and we got stuck on traffic." Giselle explained before sneakily handing me a dagger.

I smirked at my twin's move, even when we're brutal enemies when it comes at a normal day.

"You're lucky you have a sister like me. So, what's the first move?" Giselle asked, her lively eyes expecting fun danger.

"We need a distraction." I said bluntly.

All eyes turned to Emelia while she chewed her gum while listening. Her face turned hot red when realization hit her.

"You got this, barbie face." Miki spoke before pushing her gently out of the hall.

Her steps were flawless while she did a hair flip which made Kiki's saliva drool. Disgusting as fuck.

Once the coast became surprisingly clear, Giselle and I made the move while Miki and Kiki walked around like total bodyguards of the room.

Giselle and I made our handshake before she kicked the door open instead of just twisting the doorknob.

We barged in to the room, our eyes widened in realization as we guarded each of our backs and our weapons up.

This fucking room is filled with bodyguards.

"Where the fuck is Noelle?" I said bluntly, my voice betraying no room for fucking argument.

There were like thousands of guards around this room. This ain't even a fucking hospital room! This has no bed for a patient!

Then, one of the bodyguards tossed a human to us. Her hair is messy, and her face tear-stained. It was Noelle.

She was unconscious. Fuck it, my anger I've been trying to keep started rising from the surface of my brain.

"Ellie.." Giselle said shakily, her arms trembling in fear as she held Noelle and let her guard down for the sake of our cousin.

My gun was still up, the dagger Giselle gave me earlier secretly rested on the band of my jeans.

Not so long after, 3 people came out of the dark: Noah Armstrong, Timmy Martinez, and June Gonzalez.

Fuck, these are the heirs my family–the Nichols descendants always disliked greatly for the past thirteen years.

Now I realized why Nama hated the Armstrongs. It's not because of their religion, but also their treatment.

My combat boots were heavy on my feet but is showing evidence that I was shaking.

Armstrong chuckled, which sent a shiver down my nerves, making me even more angrier.

"Look at this. A Nichols descendant. The first–oh wait, or should I say, the second granddaughter." Noah spoke as he circled me like some kind of hunter watching its prey.

Therefore, there was something I noticed strangely. Martinez and Gonzalez had their heads low, as if they were guilty or something.

"Fuck you, Armstrong. No matter how much you try, you'll always be a motherfucking liar." I spoke sternly, my words echoed the room.

His eyes darkened when I said that. But in the darkest angles, I could see Noah silently holding his gun.

Bruh! His height will make me laugh so hard. Does this dude even sleep in the afternoon?

Just then, before he could raise his gun at me, the cousins stormed in like tornadoes. They attacked every bodyguard standing, especially Armstrong, Martinez and Gonzalez.

"Get Noelle outta here." I said to Giselle sternly, not having a room for explaining.

She nodded before carrying her out of the room and into safety. We, the Nichols sucessors, will deal with these bullshit people who tried to hurt one of us.

And it's never sliding in our shoulders.