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.

thought that the people were mostly kind, that even if they were strangers, they would still feel compassion for someone hurt. But right at that moment, compassion wasn't something that

it all too well, or

that you think he deserved of all that?" I spoke softly, my voice hoarse. As long as Hendrix was

I had

a cold silent lake. "No, all I can say is that he wasn't smart enough." "What?" I didn't immediately realize what he'd meant by saying that. Hendrix replied patiently once

I heard made me

exasperated. When had Hendrix

conceited? Those people were sent by Andrea to take revenge

Evan not being smart

needed to slow down so I could think of a

for my reply, with a casual step he was prepared to leave.

and Andrea messing around by his side, this was an opportunity to communicate, so how could

at me and said, "You'd better let me go immediately, perhaps you

looked into his deep dark eyes,

an inconvenience. So he had to use

me. It's just a person's life, I