I got disconnected from the net a day ago and I didn't get to post this chapter. Somehow, it's exciting to write this~! Oh, I also have to look at my dictionary. I observed that I've been repeating words again and again. *flips the dictionary's pages*

Belated Happy Easter~! :D

And so, I finally managed to escape – I mean, leave Ever from her house after telling her to stop planning about following me ever. Especially if this is the worst timing I could get.

Now, I'm trying my best to arrive as soon as possible, with no delay to my house. Because all I know is Haven is out there either breathing difficulty or her heart stopped thumping. I'd rather pick the first choice over the second but what most favoured is if she feels better every second. But the bad thing is she isn't and her condition is way opposite of okay.

I won't bear if another person dies in front of me, with me doing nothing but to stand over her cold body and just call the authorities or whoever that'll go and fetch her. I won't forgive myself if that happens, making me bring pain and misery to people around her. I don't like it.

That's why, I'll go make difference and save Haven's life before it's too late.

Waving by the guard before I approach the gates, the guard greets me back as it opens the gate, letting me pass. I turned left and another, stopping by the block where my house stands at the end. I parked the car near it at the right side and I climbed out as I ran fast to my house.

Tropical plants welcome me home as I stroll fast through my lawn. I grab the doorknob of the large double doors in front of me and push them as I went inside. I closed the doors shut, uninviting.

I went to every corner of my house as I shut the windows, checking if there's anything else I need to close.

Drawn blinds – check.

Drapes closed – check.

It seems nothing escaped from my scan. In this way, nothing will stand in the way of the process and no one will dare to come and disturb me for a second. Thanks to the dimness of the house and its unwelcoming aura for now.

I went to the couch where Haven lies ill. The clean blanket I've covered on her is stained with crimson as she moans sick, her tattoo looks like it had been carved onto her wrist, bloody with infection. She's turning white like a chalk as she slips into consciousness and unconsciousness, mumbling tediously.

This isn't the suited place for her. Swiftly, I carried her to an empty room at the end of the hall upstairs, her blood dripping on my clothes. Haven yelps in pain as she clasps onto my shirt, nearly tearing it. I brought her down on its floor softly yet slowly.

After I made sure that Haven is immobilized for the time being, I created a constricting band within a second and applied it above her wrist near her elbow. Snug with a loose enough for slipping a finger in it, I check her blood flow, in case she's been swelling or it's too tight. I placed my fore and middle finger on her pulse, checking her wrist.

And now, the operation – removing the poison from Haven's bloodstream part takes role.

I inhale a long, deep breath and hold her mutable wrist out of energy. Positioning over her and swooping quickly, I suck the venom fast, hoping it still doesn't rotate yet into the heart. Haven suddenly opens her eyes in shock, crying in ache with her muffled voice. She holds onto me, gripping more like tearing in a way for my clothes.

I pause, spitting the venom away from my mouth as I breathe in for air. I didn't even care how she tinges me with red by the way every time I suck the poison and spitting it, her nails dug onto me like a cat. It hurts but still little compared to what she feels.

At last, the final suction of the infection came with Haven's loud, ear-piercing scream. Of course, this is the last step and most painful procedure with relief and safety as a reward. I cease, as Haven's colour goes to being pale with sweat, a good sign, as her eyes roll back to her head which is natural. Her long muffled moan ends.

However, I need to take care of the bleeding –

I turn my head around, unaware of the sudden presence behind me and only to find an astonished woman by the door in front of me.

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"Ever!"

I shout, springing to my feet as I stop her lunging with her desperate kicks. How did she get here? I told her to not follow me and stay by her house! Who could've pushed her to it besides from her natural stubbornness?

Those are questions in my mind that's been answered by Ever's thoughts about Riley. I never even noticed.

"What have you done to her?" Ever yells, glancing between me and my blood-stained clothes with my matching bloodshot face, and her best friend Haven with her livid colour that I know will soon turn to lively pink and her eyes shutting themselves with her tired eyelids.

I plead, looking at her frantic and panicking eyes, wanting to let her know that everything's okay that I even measured. "Ever, please, stop."

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?" Her stabbing cry tries to hit me along with her kicking, hitting, scratching and every attack she can think of with every ounce of strength left in her system until her plan is until her body gives up.

I stand and absorb her blows, knowing the situation that I didn't expect to have things under this point early and understanding her loyalty for her friend. I still held her with a hand, dodging her furious strikes, as I beg, "Ever, please, let me explain."

But Ever stares at Haven with her azure eyes in horror, realizing a terrible error one can never think of. Well, until they see and misunderstand the circumstances I'm in.

This is why he tried to keep me away!

"No! That's not it at all. You've got it all wrong." I said and even though I braced myself for this a second ago, it still affects me that greatly. I continued, "Yes, I didn't want you to see this, though it's not what you think."

I held her high like a rag doll, not breaking a sweat from all her attacks and weight. I'm hoping she would just pause and listen, to give me a reason that I would not even think of using that.

"What have you done to her?" Ever asks for the third time with narrowing her eyes, glaring at me with all the hate she gathered. "What have you done to her, you … freak?"

"Ever, please," My eyes tried to communicate with hers, as I beg and plea to her. "I need you to listen."

Instead, she continued to shout loudly, kicking me at parts I'm vulnerable, but fails to when I always dodge her out of my quickness.

"You can't help her, trust me, I'm the only one who can." I state, as she glances sharply at me.

Ever screams, exclaiming, "You're not helping her, you're killing her!"

I shook my head and gaze at her, feeling my body went dead-tired, out of battery when I whispered, "Hardly."

But, she tries to pull away, and the second she did it again, she went limp and closed her eyes, surrendering. I can hear her thoughts, calming with her mind, as her nerves are cooling down.

So, this is how it happens. This is how I disappear.

Words of her thoughts that I thought she finally gives in and understands, that made me relaxed with my grip on her. At that moment, who would've thought that Ever suddenly kicks me as hard as she can, as I lose my hold on her.

I can hear her boots drop to the floor the moment I step back, rushing to Haven. She coos her, mumbling to say that keep holding on, to hang on.

Walking towards her back, I grabbed her cell phone from her ear and that I'm pretty sure she dialled 911 on it, as I turned it off and said intently, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this."

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