เข้าสู่ระบบWhen I asked the hospital if Zeath had woken up, they told me he might take some time to do so, but they would be watching him.
Yet here I am being the Zeath’s keeper.
Polinel doubles up with a guffaw, waving the gun in the air as if it’s a flag. Then she rises to her feet. “It’s funny, isn’t it, mother—that your favorite daughter is eager to see you dead?” She queries mockingly. “How very pitiful. Do you know I’ve always envied you, Mellow…?” Right, that’s a small and subtle step to knowing her weak point. “…Mother always saw you as the best of us both. She wanted you to take over the factory instead of me. I remember how desperate I was to show her that I could actually beat you and be the best, yet she wouldn’t buy any of that. How fervent she was to hold on to her little girl who went ahead to marry her fantasy husband, ignoring me who was right next to her.” There! There’s a w
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve blacked out and woke up only to find myself in strange places.Today is one of those days. Except, unlike other times, I’m seated in a metal chair, my hands chained behind it. I look around to check what I could make of the surrounding. Nothing. Just an empty, dusty space with piles of gun parts and a few huge cardboard boxes. The place stinks as well, gathering this tough stench of metal.
When I asked the hospital if Zeath had woken up, they told me he might take some time to do so, but they would be watching him.Yet here I am being the Zeath’s keeper. I want to talk to him and urge him to wake up, but even my lips feel too heavy to move. What’s the use talking to him anyway? It’s not like he’d hear my voice.
When the DPO said some of his men would watch me, he wasn’t lying—because now I’m walking into a cozy bar hoping to escape the rest of my problems only to find two men in uniforms block my way.“I can’t even get a damn drink?” I ask. One of them stares at Zeath’s car that I drove. “Oh, well. You know what? I’m still gonna drink…” I squeeze Zeath’s car keys into one’s palm, “…and you can go ahead and drive me back home or the hospital afterward, at least save your own fucking fuel.” I cut my way between the men, pushing past them into the bar and making straight for the counter. “Please give me anything strong enough to knock me out,” I tell the barman who immediately gets to work.
How is it that any of this is even happening? “I mean, Zeath wasn’t even shot OUTSIDE the warehouse. Everything happened INSIDE it,” I argue with a huff. “And, yes, the place is filled with boxes but I’m sure as hell that there’s no gold inside.” “There is, actually. If you were opportune to continue with your intention you would have known.”I take my prized gaze back to the man. Maybe it’s to check the sincerity in his expression or to examine his foolishness through his stare. Which is it?
The emergency arrived after a while—a long while, actually. They mentioned something about the lateness being due to how remote the area was but I was more concerned about the man who had been sinking in his own pool of blood.When we reached the nearest hospital, Zeath’s unconscious body was wheeled to the operation room while I was left to roam the emergency section hallway.And now I’m growing more miserable by the hour at the thought of Zeath life slipping out of his own hands.







