My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"He slipped away." Freya spread out her hands, signaling that there was nothing there, no need to search.

Hendrix lowered his eyelids, deep in thought, then turned and started to leave.

"Wait," I stopped him. "Do you know what have they done to Evan?"

As silent as a mountain, Hendrix's back was facing me as he stopped.

Perhaps he didn't know, or he refused to admit it, but I wanted him to face reality, I wanted him to face everything he used to care about.

"Those people broke into Evan's house. They surrounded his wife and kids, threatened and forced him, injecting things into his body. You have seen drug addicts before, and that is Evan now. He trusted you, but what did he get in return? How did you treat him? You watched as Andrea humiliated and trampled all over him, you wanted him to pay for your personal gratitude and grudges, he was even willing to give up his body for those nasty things. He doesn't even want anyone to see him. This is how you treat friends who are closer to you than your brothers."

I walked up to him and forced him to look me in the eyes. The distance between us was not more than a fist.

When I was certain that his dark eyes were looking at me, my confidence soared as I confronted him head-on, "You're just acting, or you wouldn't have come."

Hendrix tilted his head as his eyes darkened. "So?"

I was taken aback by his answer, and looking upon his handsome, familiar face, my mind went blank.

always thought that the people were mostly kind, that even if they were strangers, they would still feel compassion for someone hurt. But right

hidden it all too well, or was

my voice hoarse. As long as Hendrix was unprovoked, I wouldn't need

I had

that he wasn't smart enough." "What?"

I heard made

exasperated. When had Hendrix

people were sent by Andrea to take revenge on Evan,

not being smart

a hand and rubbed my forehead. I needed to slow down so I could think of a way to turn back Hendrix's

with a casual step he was prepared to leave. Fortunately, I reacted

was an opportunity to communicate, so how could I let him get

said, "You'd better let me

choked me as I looked into his deep dark eyes, inexplicably stunned. I could

was an inconvenience. So he had to use any way

It's just a person's life, I