Chapter 157: Chapter 157

Cassandra's leg wouldn't stop shaking for nothing. She was gravely worried about her ex-bestfriend. Her wisdom was screaming at her...to not leave the woman who was about to die and take a new life as her best friend again in the future.

Cassandra wipes the tear drop that rolls down her left eye. She could see the disgruntled male in front of her who was trying his hardest to start the engine.

She walks out in the cold to say, "Shall we take a cab?"

"I don't think there'll be any cab services this late, Cass. Just sit down, alright. Don't congest your lungs with the cold wind here. Step inside." Alex says sternly as the girl hums and climbs back into the car. The heater was turned on, her eyes widen.

"Alex, I think it's warmed up. Step aside." She says with a weak voice. Closing the deck, Alex steps aside as Cassandra turns the key to ignite the engine.

With a little creaky sound, the Ferrari lights up as Alex quickly takes over the wheel.

"Sit back. I'm gonna drive a little too summery for this winter roads."

"Okay." Obeying him, Cassandra quickly puts her seat belt on, clasping it into the buckle.

"Let's go." The Ferrari zooms out of the open parking lot of the hospital. Alex, as promised drives as fast as could, only to be faced with a road closure in the middle of the route.

"Dammit!" He punches the poor steering wheel out of frustration, looking over at Cassandra who was considering other options.

"Don't even think about it. It's two and a half miles away from here. Just stay calm, I'll find—" the cars honking behind them makes him reconsider his words.

"Fuck." He curses out loud. They had nowhere to go now, except for abandoning the car and walking there themselves.

Against the cold Christmas weather.

"Cassie, don't think anything stupid—" it was already too late when the girl was opening the car door and stepping outside.

"Ugh! She's on my nerves today!" Alex grunts against his breath as he exits the car as well, going around the car to catch her.

"What are you so desperate for, dammit!? It's not like she's dying today!" Cassandra gasps as Alex says the cursed words. She slaps him across his face with her left hand, knowing she shouldn't even think about using her right part of her body.

Alex's face turns to the other side upon her impact. He couldn't believe his sister just smacked him across his face. And for what?

"Don't ever, ever say those words to me ever again Alex. Do you even know what I've been through?" Alex menacingly tilts his neck to face her again.

"I don't. And I don't fucking care too. You can go wherever the fuck you want. Don't even care about contacting me." Saying, the boy turns around and walks back to his car. Upon realising that they've just displayed a drama in front of the commoners, Cassandra clenches her jaw and begins to walk out of the crowded space.

She tries calling her a number of times. She doesn't even know where she's going at this point.

47 minutes left.

"Fuck!" She screams in the middle of the road.

If someone, just someone could give her a lift in this lonely path, she would be able to save her ex-best friend.

Her right side began hurting again, she cries in pain.

Should she even go through such a state to save a monster who was driven with revenge and vengeance?

On the other hand, Ravine was in another man's house.

She had planned everything. Got her slow poison to kill herself as well.

The man was in his shorts and waiting for her to join him in bed. She had fooled the man into thinking she was ready to have sex with him.

"Excuse me, Eugene. I know it's late and you wanna bang me up, but let me use your bathroom and make myself pretty for you." A whole train of lies roll off her tongue as the man named Eugene— her date, nods.

"Thanks." Saying shortly, Ravine walks into the bathroom.

15 minutes left.

"Someone...someone please..." Cassandra was begging the gods above to grant her a miracle. The itch on her hand was only an added baggage to her already weighing down amounts of anxiety and depression.

She wails in the middle of the street.

"Miss? Hey, there's someone— it's Cassandra Johnson! Isn't it!? What is she even doing here in the middle of the street!?" An employee of her brother's company was using the road. Their fateful encounter makes Cassandra thank the gods for the miracle they've granted her.

"Miss! Miss!! What's— oh my God!" They see the purple bruise shine from below her tee which was rode up as she fell to the ground and cried.

"Miss, you should be in the hos—"

"S-sir..." she looks up at them, finally speaking.

"I'm in a lot of pain. P-please take me to my friend's house. Please...please..." the girl begs.

"But miss—"

"I WANT TO GO THERE—!" her eyes widen as she feels she was bleeding internally at the moment. She was worsening her own pain.

"Please...take me to her."

"Okay, okay. I got you, Miss. Do you trust me?" The man was a kind man who knew pain. He had lost his child to a disease recently and he knew the importance of timeliness. Had he been home that day as his child implored him to, he would have been alive today.

"Y-yes." The man assists her in his car when she gives a positive reply. The girl softly mumbles the directions from her phone.

In eight minutes, driving through the empty midnight streets of Christmas, Cassandra reaches the darkest house in the neighborhood. She had no Christmas lights nor any pieces of decoration.

Cassandra was welcomed by the dead grass of Ravine's front yard, she steps on the grass blades as she limps towards the house.

The house looked never so empty before.