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My feet were bleeding at the heel, my shoes now dissuaded at the base of the stairs and my tights clinging to every hair up and down my legs.

"Porter, don't you dare!" I shouted aloud, trying to call his phone yet again. Why didn't I ask him then? Why did I let him say goodbye?

Fuck.

It's only been two minutes. He couldn't have done anything in that amount of time, could he? Right?

Only one more floor and I was there. Room number, room number, remember the damn room number!

Twenty four! That's it! Apartment twenty four!

I burst through the door leading into the corridor, my eyes darting from each door to another. "Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four!" Almost missing the door, I turned immediately, my feet skidding across the carpet and my head falling straight into the ground.

Ignore the pain. Fight through it. It's just a headache, now quit whining and move your ass!

I stood up and ran to his door, reaching for the handle and pushing it straight open.

"Porter?!" I screamed, looking around the living room. He wasn't in here. All that was visible was an empty bottle on the counter. "Champagne? He never drinks this unless... What are you doing?"

Moving into the bedroom, my breathing began to try and level out, finally able to control my lungs. Not in here either.

Something felt wrong. It was hard to breathe, like the air was turning to water. And that's when I noticed it; steam was coming through the sides of the en suite door, mingling with the air to create a stuffy atmosphere.

"Porter!" I shouted, banging on the door. "I know you're in there. Please, come out"

No response. As I tried to enter, the lock rattled and I let out a frustrated growl.

Come on, you can do this. You've seen it in the movies. I mean, how hard can it really be to knock a door down?

I raised my foot, aiming it above the middle of the door before slamming my foot down and pushing it forward without breaking a thing.

Harder, woman, harder!

Repeating the process, I knocked the door open, latch falling the the ground with a loud clink. And - without surprise - Porter was there, lying in the water. Lifelessly.

"Shit!" I knelt down beside the bath, grabbing Porter by the shoulders and pulling out from under the liquid. First his head, then his chest, his abs and finally his legs.

Once his body was on the floor, my hands pressed against his chest, water spilling out of his mouth, but his breathing didn't start.

"Don't do this! Don't you dare do this to me!" My palms wrapped around each other, bashing his brest until a geyser of water came from his lips.

"Oh thank God!" My arms reached around him and held Porter close, not caring about this situation nor how ruined my clothes were becoming.

"What?... Jade?" His voice was unrecognisable, so jagged and rough.

"It's fine, I'm here, I'm here" I propped him up on the ceramic, bringing my phone out of my pocket and dialling three quick numbers. I stood up front my crouched position, still staying beside him with a fear of leaving him alone.

"Hello? Yes, I have a man here who nearly drowned... We're in an apartment on 34th street..."

I won't let you slip again. I've got you.

THE END