Finnick's POV
I opened the entrance door and climbed down the stairs. Not to forget that it wasn't tough fighting the two guards standing near it. As I reached downstairs, the sight before me left me boiling with rage.
Andrea was lying unconscious on the floor, her clothes disheveled and her beautiful locks of hair were a mess. I saw Rick kneeling beside her; he was in utter repentance.
The moment I saw him I wanted to smack him hard but then I remembered to retain my composure."What did you do to her?" I asked trying hard to be composed.
He looked up at my face and relief plus fear washes over his face."I-I lost control, Finnick. I got too much in ch-" I interrupted him just at the right moment.
Thank God.
I was fearing this would happen. Rick is like that only. Although I was feeling very angry, I knew I couldn't spoil everything now.
I bellowed, "Don't try to act innocent in this scene."
He got my cue. He laughed wickedly. "Oh my Finnick Peterson. I hope you are hurt as this was my sole motive. I got my revenge finally." He continued saying. "I know you are more hurt than if I would have killed her."
"Did you rape her?" I asked him. He looked at me and said, "No, I tried to though."
Thank God
I punched him in his face. He punched and kicked me back. The first punch just escaped my chin. I noticed too late that it was a feint as he kicked me in the leg causing ripples of pain all over my body. Fortunately, I was used to it. I knew how to combat him.
I stood straight and my eyes bulged with rage. I stared at my opponent. "You..stupid..." I lurched a step forward with each word. On the third, I swung, "Moron"
The blow was sluggish. I knew it the second I launched it. The smirking punk ducked under it. Before I could even register the dodge, Rick punched me near my ribs causing fresh pain over that area.
Rick went for another shot but I shoved him off causing him to scoot against the wall. I covered the distance between us. I threw three more punches. And Rick fell.
I looked at the area where my white crisp shirt was red. Not from the fight but from the bullet. It looked like actual real blood. But it was not.
I moved forward and took Andrea in my arms. She was so light that I felt that I was lifting a feather. Okay, maybe I exaggerated but you got the point, right?
I shouted to Tessy and Anne to come and run towards the car. Harris was already in the car. Carrying Andrea towards the car, I felt a pang of guiltiness that I was accounted for her condition. I lay her on the backseat of the car and gazed at her. She was brave to fend for herself against Rick.
I turned to hear Tessy's voice. "Finnick! Harris is here? Oh my god! What happened to Andrea?"
I could not tell her what had happened. Behind her, I saw Anne coming towards the car."What happened? Tell us!"
I briefed them towards the happenings to which they heard in shock.
"I don't believe this.." Anne exclaimed after I told them.
"Your friend is really brave. She saved me."Everyone turned to see Harris speaking. In the midst of all this, I had forgotten about him. Everyone nodded thier heads.
"Let's quickly get Andrea to her home," I said while getting in the driver's seat.
"HER home? What will we possibly say to Mrs.Ambush about what happened to her?" Anne questioned.
We all drove in silence thinking when Harris had an idea."We can say that we were partying wild and thus she got ill and filthy." He looked at our faces while he spoke.
"Seems good," Tessy said.
"I agree," Anne joined.
So I drove to Andrea's home and Tessy and Anne together helped Andrea stand up while she was still unconscious. They supported her as they walked towards the door.
I waited outside for what seemed like ten minutes. I just wished her mother would believe whatever we were saying. Soon after, Anne and Tessy returned saying her mother didn't seem very convinced and was shocked at her state.
I drove all of them to their homes as everyone was too tired to walk a step further.
After I had dropped Anne and Tessy, Harris spoke, "So at last..its all over.I just hope Andrea gets better soon."
I nodded in agreement and passed a weak smile. I closed my eyes and just repeated my wish in my heart again and again.
Andrea, forgive me for everything. Please get well soon.
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