Chapter 3

I woke up in a strange room, the theme and color were pink and purple. It was actually simple, plain, and nothing extravagant. Nothing like my own bedroom. I climb off the bed and headed to the bathroom attached to it. It was tiny yet clean and somewhat cozy. There are toiletries that clearly belong to a female. This must be his girlfriend's room.

"Who the f*ck cares?" I murmured.

I tied my hair into a bun, wash my face, and used some mouthwash that I found in one of the cabinets. I stare back at my reflection in the mirror and glared. The girl was looking at me with a blank expression on her face. She looked so perfect. Pretty brown eyes, small pointed nose, rosy cheeks, porcelain skin, and pink thin lips. She looked like a freaking doll, almost unreal.

"Damn it!" I screamed in annoyance, grabbing my hair until it was a mess. I don't know but I just feel so damn furious without any reason at all and that alone adds to my frustration.

I need my meds. But why?

My legs felt heavy as I stormed out of the room. I didn't bother to check on his condition and continue to head towards the front door. Why would I care about a fucking stranger anyway? It's not my fault if he lost too much blood and died. His pride and ego won't let me take him to the hospital last night so whatever happens to him was his own doing.

Once outside the tall building, I watch cars, trucks, and other public transportation speed away. It's only seven in the morning and these people are already buzzing in the streets. Some are even running, probably late for their average paying works. I rolled my eyes when I saw a skinny guy who wears silly trousers and a shirt looks at me with interest. I began to walk and notice that he trails behind my back.

Finally, he got the courage to pick up his pace and stop in front of me. It looks like we're the same age but he looks a lot older with his fashion. He wore a shy smile as I further examined him, his hair was lush, outgrown and it seems oily. I was disgusted.

"Hey." He tried to start a conversation but I made it sure that the look on my face states that I'm not interested in small talks.

He clears his throat and rubs the back of his head. "You seem a bit lost. I'm sorry for my intrusion but it's not like I get to see a girl as gorgeous as you are." He said while subtly checking me out.

I only scoffed in distaste and ignore the guy. I don't have time for someone like him. I walk past him but he doesn't seem to like it because he grabs my arms back.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I yanked my arms back.

He was forced to let go and tried to smile. "Come on, I just wanted to talk." He said, raising his two palms in the air.

"I don't talk to strangers so stay away," I told him.

"Woah, you look even hotter when you're mad." He said, "That's a nice dress."

"We're not on the same level and this dress costs more than your parent's salary. Don't waste my time and get lost." I said in a dull voice.

He looks taken aback and was about to step closer but I glared at him. "If you ever dare to lay your filthy hands on me again, there will be hell to pay. You can choose whether lawyers would come knocking on your door or you and your family would end up in a fucking morgue."

I watch him swallowed, "Y-you can't be serious."

"Go ahead and try." I flashed him a sweet smile.

He steps back and murmured, "Crazy bitch." Then he runs off like a wimp.

I fix my dress and continue to walk in the opposite direction. I'm definitely not a morning person and that guy managed to ruin my day even more. After fifteen minutes I finally arrived in an abandoned warehouse. It was located behind the gas station. I walked towards the steel door and kick it with my heels. It was silent as if no one was inside but I absolutely know better.

I knock twice and just like what I expected, the door was pulled open. There stood a tall, muscular guy with lots of tattoos, wearing a black shirt and baggy pants. He was smoking a cigarette and his eyes went wide as soon as he sees me.

"Oh, Haide."

"Where's Marcus?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He opens the door widely and gesture inside, "Come on in."

I enter the building and found at least twenty guys hanging around. Some wear a shirt like that guy who opened the door while others are shirtless. There are scattered can of beers and most of them looked drunk as hell. I'm aware that my dress hugs my curves perfectly and was used to how they all gawked at me with surprise and lust lingering in their eyes. Too bad none of them can ever have me.

"Haide." A tall black man, probably twice my size walked to greet me. Even he was wearing a shocked expression. "I didn't expect to see you here." He said.

"Can't I go to the place that I literally purchased?" I pouted.

That's right. I bought this abandoned building and turned it as a hangout place for them. The outside may look old and broken but the inside has a modern interior. It looked like a living area, enough to accommodate plenty of people.

Marcus is one of my friends. But not like the typical friend I hang around at school. He dropped out a year ago and he's into some shady business.

"You know that's not what I mean." He chuckles and pulled me to a hug.

I rolled my eyes. "I won't beat around the bush, one of your guys was dumb enough to cross my line."

"What do you mean?" He looked shocked.

"Last night at Helkins street." That's all I need to say.

Marcus looked around and stare at them one by one. Then he stares back to me with confusion. They all did.

"That's not possible. We didn't have any operation last night. We all stayed the night and had a party."

That got me thinking.

"And no, the other groups know that's our territory and wouldn't even dare to double-cross me." He said.

"Marcus, my purse and phone were taken. I know what happened. You know I'm not making things up!" My voice raises. There's nothing I hate more than proving myself to others.

"I believe you Haide. And you know my boys, none of them would dare to cross your line." Then his face turned serious, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

I shook my head, "No."

There was a long silence between us. Marcus then breaks the ice. "Are you drunk last night?"

I looked at him, "A little bit."

Marcus then chuckled, "Don't overthink it. Show me where. I'll ring your phone."

I didn't know what to think. I'm certain of what happened. I didn't lose my phone. Someone stole it. Someone robbed me.

I stomped my way outside and cross my arms, waiting for him to unlock his car. Once inside I gave him the instructions. We stopped in a narrow hallway. The exact hallway where I was robbed.

"If I'm really drunk I wouldn't even remember this place," I tell him. If I'm drunk I wouldn't be able to help Daniel. He can vouch for me!

We exit his car and Marcus began to ring my phone. We walked slowly as we scan the area.

"Maybe you dropped it somewhere." He said.

My heart was pounding fast as I silently wish that my phone and purse would not be found here because if that was the case, then it's happening again. That can't be!

To my dismay, we heard a phone ringing behind a huge trash bin. We followed it and there I saw my phone and purse perfectly stashed.

"Here it is," Marcus exclaimed in excitement.

He picked it up and handed it to me. I open my purse and nothing was missing. All my cards and cash were untouched.

My body felt cold and my knees tremble. I know I'm not drunk last night so the only possibility was that I hallucinated again. No one stole anything from me. I was the one who hides my purse and phone there.

"What's wrong with me?"

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