Chapter 17: Ungrateful.

Rosa's Pov.

The faster the cab moved, the more fearful I became about the fact that we were out of time.

“Can you hurry up?” I asked, my legs tapping impatiently on the car floor.

“I'm going as fast as I can, ma, any more than this, and we'll be heading for our deaths,” he said, and I tried to cool down.

He stopped by the shore, and I stared at the water, looking for any signs of him, but I didn't see him.

Then my eyes caught a Lamborghini, and I needed no one to tell me that he was in it.

“Ma, can I ask why we're here…ma,” he yelled as I jumped in.

Luckily for me, I am a pro diver, so it wasn't hard for me to hold my breath under the water.

I swarmed towards the car, opening it and seeing him inside. I fought with his seat belt, and only after a few tries did it unhook.

Carrying him up was another problem I had to deal with, and I tried so much to stop him from drowning me.

We finally got to the shore, and I breathed out happily, seeing that the taxi driver was still there.

“Ma!!” he called, helping me carry him and placing him down neatly on the sand.

I placed my arms on his chest, giving him CPR as I tried to revive him, but it wasn't working.

“Please, please, please,” I begged, pressing his chest harder, and suddenly he barfed up water, coughing violently.

I stared at him as he opened his eyes rather slowly.

“Am I in heaven?” He asked, and I frowned, hitting him on his arm.

“Shut the hell up, asshole, you're still on earth,” I growled, and his eyes fell on me.

He stared down at my wet body, and it was then that I noticed that my clothes were sticking to my body, revealing my bra line.

“Take your eyes off, pervert,” I snapped, covering myself with my arms, and he looked away.

“You saved me?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

“Obviously,” I mumbled, glaring at him even though he wasn't looking in my direction.

“Why? You should have just left me to die,” he told me, and I felt anger course through my veins.

“Left you to die? I jumped into a fùcking lagoon because of you, I might die from hypothermia, and you can't even say thank you?” I asked, feeling the urge to slap him wildly.

He frowned and turned to me.

“I didn't ask you to fùvking save me, okay!? I wanted to die, don't I have the right to do that also?” He asked me, and I couldn't control him anymore; I felt my hand flying as it met with his face in a slap.

“That serves you, right, you ungrateful human! I should have left you to die after all,” I yelled to his face, and he said nothing as I stood up, heading to the taxi.

The taxi man sat in the driver's seat, and he used the front mirror to stare at me.

“Are you okay, ma?” He asked, and I nodded, sighing.

“Take me to Groove Street, I don't think I can go to the office like this,” I mumbled, and he nodded.

He drove me straight to my house, and I couldn't help but pay him with lots of tips. He thanked me before zooming off, and I walked in, meeting Quinn in the living room, eating popcorn.

She turned on the door opening, and her eyes widened on seeing me.

“Rosa, what in fuck sake happened to you?” She asked me, and I sighed, wanting to fall on the sofa, and she stopped me.

“Don't even think of ruining them with your drenched body,” she said seriously, and I frowned.

Again, with the elder sister attitude.

“But I'm tired.”

“Then off your clothes and have your bath,” she ordered, and I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, mum,” I teased with a sneer, rushing to my room.

I had been living with her since my aunt chased me away, and she had treated me more like a sister than a housemate, which must be because she's alone in this world, after losing her parents to an accident on the same day.

I came down, wearing a sweater over a jumpsuit, and I still felt cold and hugged myself, shivering as I sat down on the couch.

Quinn noticed and picked up a blanket, covering me, and I smiled.

“Thanks”

“Don't thank me until you tell me what happened. Did you jump into a lake or something?” She asked, and I chuckled.

“More like I jumped into a lagoon.”

I turned to look at her, but she was staring at me seriously, and I stopped smiling.

“I'm serious.”

“I'm serious too,” I told her, and she facepalmed.

“Are you out of your mind? You jumped into a lagoon?” She yelled, and I recoiled as I saw the scolding in advance.

“I was trying to save Andres,” I whispered, but that didn't stop her from glaring at me.

“So because of a man, you placed your life in danger?” She asked, and I frowned.

“He's not just a man, he's my boss,” I whined, and she gritted her teeth.

“Does that make him less of a man and more of a woman?” She asked me, and I blinked.

“Are you trying to be a feminist here?” I asked with a gasp, and I groaned.

“No, I am trying to tell you that, next time, you do not have to sacrifice yourself for a man.”

“So, I can do so for a woman?” I asked, confused.

“No! Don't do that either!” She yelled, and I nodded like an obedient puppy.

“Or do you like him?” She asked me with a suspicious eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes.

“If I told you I did, wouldn't you be scared?” I asked her, and she thought for a while before nodding.

“Yeah, I'd probably think that he has gotten you under his witchy gaze,” she said, and we both laughed.

“But don't do that again, okay? What if you had died with him? How would I live?” She asked dramatically, and I thought for a while before answering.

“You'll be happy because nobody will disturb you again,” I said, and she nodded.

“You're probably right,” She answered, and I laughed.

“Did you do it?”

“Do what?” I asked, and soon realization hit me: the microchip!

“Oh no, I totally forgot,” I groaned, falling flat on the couch.

“Your one chance and you ruined it,” she said with a frown, hitting me with a pillow, and I sighed.

“I'll get him next time,” I said, more to myself than her.

I must get him next time.