In My Desperate Time

“Come to room 306.”

What’s wrong with Frances Louis?

His wife’s here and he wants me to go to his room? Does he want his wife to slap me in the face?

Plus, I even don’t know where the hotel he lives is, how could I go?

“No.” I refuse him directly.

Soon, Frances Louis replies.

“If you don’t come, I will come to you.”

I ignore him and put my phone on the night table.

He doesn't know which hotel I'm staying in, I'm not afraid of him!

One minute later, there is a knock at the door.

I bounce out of bed and sit there quietly, not knowing what to do.

Damn it! Frances Louis must be staying in the same hotel with me. Or why he comes so fast?!

I dare not open the door.

No good could come of Frances Louis coming to see me himself. And he sounds angry in his previous messages, which makes me more flurried.

The phone vibrates on the night table. I look at it and the message contain only three words, simple as Frances Louis always does.

“Open the door.”

The bell rings only twice before it stops, but I know Frances Louis is still outside. I also know that if I didn't open the door tonight, I would die.

may also die even if I open the

put on my slippers and

walks in directly and sits on the

blood. I look

blood on this

see a cut on Frances

but

blood keeps running down,

I went to him, and

or suicide?” I ask, frowning at

glance coldly over me, and he

I have no tools.

can't watch his blood drain away like this. I must stop the bleeding

Stop bleeding?

across my

coming

as he looks

here, I’ll go out to buy

and iodophor at a nearby drugstore. When I come back, the pad has already been full of blood.

with iodine and bandage it with

“Okay, you can go.”

with satisfaction, and

me in his arms and lie down on the bed, “I'm very

closes

Frances Louis, would do something to me. After all, in the afternoon, he tortured me for a long time because he would go on a business trip for a

after a long while, Frances Louis does

breathing gradually becomes even, and he seems

dared not to sleep just now. When I let my guard down, The sleepiness rush over me.

a long time, this

it’s eight o’clock in the morning and Frances Louis