The Rebellious Rescuer COMPLETED!✔

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" Y/N! Wake up! " A drone and muffled sound in slow-motion from far distance rang in your ears. " Please, say something! "   

Slowly moving your lashes and they began to flutter. A black shape was bending above you, covering your blurry vision. It was difficult to indicate who it was. Then the form disappeared and everything got white and smudgy. You labored to blink with your eyes many times, seeing it appear once more. It reached its hand towards your face. An abhorrent scent merged, attaching through your nostrils. You let out a cough, the figure became visible when you retrieved your vision back. 

" Mary? " you mumbled, looking straight up at her.

" Thank God you're awake, " she said with relief.

You began to understand that you were in a lying position when you saw Mary from above. Steadily you arose with the assistance of Mary's help, holding underneath your arms, but you slipped and landed on the bedside. It was spinning inside your head, moving your fingers on the sides temples, starting to massage them.

" What happened? what was that disgusting smell? " you whimpered unpleased. She showed you a tiny crystal bottle that was hanging on a golden chain, secured around her neck.

" Thanks to this little thing here you regained your sense back. Smelling salt still exists." Satisfied she stowed it back inside her neckline. " Y/N, you were totally dozed off when I found you unconscious on the floor. "

Now you remembered the whole incident. It was beginning to scorch and getting warm on one side of your cheek, the pinch became more and more intensive. You moved your hand onto the harmed part but removed it as quick when it stung badly. 

" If I were you, I wouldn't touch it, " claimed Mary and handed a damp, cold cloth that you carefully tapped on the injured cheek. It was painful and uncomfortable. 

" Give me the hand mirror from the drawer, please, " you begged her and she obeyed your command, looking at yourself in the mirror. A huge big red like an apple distinguished where he had slapped it. No wonder why it hurt and burnt, placing the mirror on Mary's lap and stood up.   

A moment of silence reached between you two and the entire room, but you noticed how she was staring at you all the time and slammed your palms on the makeup table which caused Mary to jump of fear. 

" You filthy, scumbag piece of shit! " You phrased in a high and frustrated tone. A loathsome wrath of anger, hate and ruefully laid over your soul and got you to clench your hands into a fist. An aversion like this you hadn't experienced in a long time, wanting to break something into pieces but it was futile, what is done is done. Mary rubbed your upper back to calm you down.   

" What happened to Colm? " you maintained to say between the heavy breathes.

" After the incident, he left this place very pissed off. " 

Comforting by convincing yourself that it could have ended worse than this, in spite of his unacceptable action towards you. You inhaled and exhaled long and deeply, letting your tensed shoulder to relax and become steady. 

" You know what Mary? " you said, turning around to face her. " It's only weak and insecure men who dare to lay their hands on women. "  She shook her head downhearted. 

" I've been in the same boat as you Y/N. I know how it feels, you've been my witness too. But it's like you mentioned once, when do we women get peace and serenity in this so-called society. "