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.

die even if I

a period of hesitation, I put on

Louis walks in directly and sits

red blood. I look

am I going to explain the blood on this bed to the

see a cut on Frances

deep, but

keeps running down,

the night I went to him, and his wrist

suicide?” I ask, frowning

glance coldly over me, and he says lightly, “Neither. Bind up

I have no tools.

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

Stop bleeding?

across

coming

darkens as he looks at the menstrual pad on his

out to buy

drugstore. When I come back, the pad has

carefully detoxify Frances Louis's wound with iodine and

“Okay, you can go.”

bandaging with satisfaction, and say with relief

lie down on

closes

that this beast, Frances Louis, would do something to me. After all, in the afternoon, he tortured me for a long

while, Frances Louis does

even, and he seems

When I let my guard down, The sleepiness rush over me. I fall asleep in the arms

a long time, this is the best

up, it’s eight o’clock in the morning and Frances