Chapter 3: Help me

The taxi driver, who was used to these things, was not surprised. The driver said: "I think the car that kid drives is expensive, being in love with rich guys is like that, it doesn't feel safe at all."

Fiona didn't listen to what the driver said and looked out the window.

The street was very bustling, and there were people singing and playing guitar on the street, bringing praise and admiration.

At this time, Fiona's mind was very chaotic, she could not see or hear anything, only the words of the other person at the party kept ringing in his ears.

Make her dizzy.

Fiona rubbed his forehead, maybe it's just rumors, maybe not so serious, maybe it's just a rumor.

The driver talked for a long time without seeing her reply, so he kept his mouth shut.

The other car did not take long, less than half an hour turned into a small urban area on the road.

Fiona got out of the car outside the urban area and followed.

This urban area is not a luxury urban area, it looks a bit better than a normal city, except for cars that have to be registered at the security room, pedestrians are free to enter.

In the urban area, there are many cars parked, the car goes very slowly, turns a few times to find a parking spot, after parking, the eighteen-nine-year-old boy plays with the car keys and enters an apartment building.

Fiona quietly looked out the window, after seeing him enter the elevator, he watched the elevator stop at the twentieth floor, then pressed the go up button.

Fiona got out of the elevator on the nineteenth floor, then walked up to the twentieth floor.

One floor has two or three apartments. She waited for thirty minutes outside the stairs, the south apartment opened the door, a clear male voice rang out: "Big brother, I'm going, tomorrow afternoon I'll come pick you up, get some rest soon."

"Aunt Doris, if your brother refuses to eat at night, aunt must coax him to eat more."

"I know, I'll cook for him frugally."

"If his temper is not good, please forgive him..."

"Paul's personality is very good, don't do anything too much, in fact, only you should be worried."

"Hehe, Aunt Doris, don't say that."

The young man instructed for a while, then went to the elevator, the door of the room also closed.

Fiona leaned against the wall, the corridor no longer made any noise, not long after the sensor lights went out, and the whole floor fell into darkness.

Fiona could hear her breathing, just one door away, the person she wanted to meet was right inside, but she didn't have the courage to go up and ring the bell.

She also didn't know what it meant to be here today, maybe he didn't even remember who she was.

Fiona hesitated for more than an hour on the stairs, his reason gradually returned, thinking about the words that the man said just now, it seems that he does not want to meet other people...

If I go in voluntarily, I'm afraid it's really not good.

Fiona took out his phone, flipped through the few contacts, and found the boy's number.

The only person who has contact between her and him is the boy, if you don't come to see him, you can call and ask about his situation.

But she and the boy have not been in contact for two or three years.

If she called just to ask about the health of someone who didn't know her, it didn't seem right.

Fiona hesitated for a moment, finally sighed, wondering if he should visit him, but why he was paralyzed.

What's wrong with his leg? Is it possible to meet someone else now? What about tomorrow's party? With a personality like that, can he accept marrying someone else?

Fiona left the elevator, walked to the front door again, raised his hand. But in the end he lowered his hand again.

She had never been so hesitant in her whole life.

Just when Fiona was in a dilemma, the door suddenly opened.

"Hey, you're Alma, right, I guess you'll be here by now, hurry in." Aunt Doris breathed a sigh of relief: "I've been waiting for you forever."

Fiona waited for more than an hour, and finally entered the house in such a confusing way.

"Sit down here first, I'll tell you what to do." Aunt Doris said softly.

"My lady told me to be quick and smart, so I let you come here to help me, you have to keep your voice low, don't disturb Mr. Henry, Mr. Henry does not call, she is not allowed in his room, remember?"

Fiona nodded instinctively.

"Okay, then just sit here for a while." Aunt Doris finished her words and hurried to the kitchen.

Fiona should be very scared right now, but in fact, at this time, Fiona's head was very alert, Aunt Doris got the wrong person, it shouldn't take long to react, if you don't deny it yourself, then...

If it's not equal to stabbing, you have to follow it.

Fiona observed the whole apartment, this room is about one hundred and fifty to one hundred and sixty square meters, the decoration style is minimal, from the sofa to the walls are cold, even the curtains are black, making other people feel cold and gloomy.

The kitchen, the living room, the dining room, and also a bedroom with the door ajar, these places were not where he was staying.

Fiona walked lightly to the end of the corridor, occasionally even glancing at the kitchen.

In the kitchen, with the hood turned on, Aunt Doris's figure disappeared behind the frosted glass.

Only the room at the end of the hallway was locked.

It's like taking an exam, before the exam was extremely tense, nervous to the point of shaking, but when you really entered the exam room, took a pen to write down the first line, the whole person suddenly calmed down, the mood is now Fiona hour was the same, extremely calm, only one thought in her mind, waiting for Aunt Doris's response, perhaps everything she did in today's good night would be in vain.

Fiona pondered what the first sentence should be, or did he just take one look and then turn to leave?

Fingers knocked on the wooden door but did not make a sound, but just gently passed, the door was impacted by a small force, causing a gap the size of a hand to open.

The door to the room was also not closed.

The person in the wheelchair had his back to the door of the room, in the dim light, the sharp knife resting on his long white wrist.

Fiona didn't even have time to look at his face, his breathing quickened, "What are you doing?"

People in the room didn't expect that someone would appear outside the study, their hands shook with a "clang" sound, the knife fell to the ground, vibrated twice before it was quiet.

Fiona's eyes stared at his blood-stained wrist, that was the cut the knife in his hand had just passed, but it was not deep, but it still saw blood.

Fiona can feel the blood in his body rushing to the top of his head, do you want to commit suicide?

Fiona quickly went to his brother, picked up the knife that fell on the ground and hid it behind him. After thinking about it, he didn't feel right, dropped the backpack on his shoulder and dropped the knife inside.

The blood stain on the blade rubbed against the back of her hand, leaving a dark red mark. As soon as Fiona saw the blood, she thought of the blade on his wrist, suddenly felt short of breath, wiped the back of her hand hard on her shirt.

Since Fiona entered, Paul Henry did not speak, quietly watched a series of her movements, until she raised her head to look at him, he calmly opened his mouth: "She is Alan Frank's granddaughter, Fiona right?" He had met her before, although he had changed a bit, he still recognized her.

Fiona did not expect that he still remembered her.

Fiona hesitated, she didn't know how to address herself properly, and finally said: "Yes, Uncle Paul."

Paul Henry calmly nodded: "Why are you here?"

I followed your younger brother here and there, hesitating for a long time as to whether to enter or not. In the end, Aunt Doris mistook me for Alma.

Say so? Of course not.

Fiona pursed her lips, lowered her head and said nothing, her eyes still fixed on his wrist.

Paul Henry noticed her line of sight, rubbed her wrist with her right hand, then put her hand on her knee and looked out the window.

Seeing her standing in one place forever without saying a word, Paul Henry asked: "Alan Frank asked you to come here?"

Fiona almost shook her head instinctively, but the next second she nodded again: "Yes."

After all, you must have a reason to come, right? Otherwise, what would people think of her?

“…Uncle, uncle Alan Frank is so worried about him…” Fiona stammered to explain.

Paul Henry only glanced at her to see that she was lying, but did not expose her.

The room fell into silence, all of Fiona's previous feelings of tension and anxiety were covered by the wound on Paul Henry's wrist.

He want to commit suicide?

"Eh, why did she run in here, didn't aunt tell her not to come in?" Aunt Doris discovered that Fiona was not in the living room, went to find her, and suddenly found her next to Paul Henry. She frowned and said: "What's wrong with you, hurry up and come out with auntie." These days, Paul Henry's emotions are not too stable, she alone is afraid of being negligent, so she looks for a smart person to help, unexpectedly she finds a girl with no brain.

Aunt Doris came and pulled Fiona's arm, Fiona unconsciously took a step back, hiding behind Paul Henry's wheelchair.

"Leave her here aunt Doris, I want to talk to her for a bit."

It's been a long time since Aunt Doris didn't see Paul Henry talk to outsiders, even his grandfather and parents did not see him. At most, he only met Petter Henry for thirty minutes a day.

Aunt Doris hesitated a bit, but finally left the study by herself.

Fiona knew that she should leave this place now, but just now he was holding a knife to commit suicide, and the other knife is still in her backpack, thinking about this, Fiona's legs are like nailed, Can't lift it anyway.

The study room only turned on the table lamp, the light was very dark, the thick curtain covered all the outside world, making the room even more gloomy and heavy.

Fiona felt that she should say something, but what should she say? Is she comforting?

For a person contemplating suicide, comforting is like being a talkative person.

You are not an experienced person, so you have no right to stand outside and instruct a person who is drowning in mud.

"Is there anything I can do to find you?" Paul Henry picked up a cigarette box on the table and lit a cigarette.

Fiona looked at the blood that had already begun to dry on his wrist and hesitated a bit.

"If I'm gone..." Fiona felt that every word she uttered seemed to use all her strength: "Will you still be the same as you were just now?"

Paul Henry lowered his eyes and took two sips: "If I said I would, what would you do?"

What will she do?

"I don't know." After a while, Fiona opened her mouth, her throat was dry: "Uncle Paul, have you thought about it?"

Paul Henry glanced at her in surprise, Fiona lowered her head to look at the toes of her shoes, feeling troubled in her heart.

Paul Henry didn't talk, just smoked quietly, Fiona casually held the ashtray on the desk and held it out to him.

Paul Henry continued to smoke, sometimes put the cigarette butts in the ashtray, Fiona kept raising his hand, until he smoked all the cigarettes.

Paul Henry pressed the tip of his cigarette into the ashtray, softly said: "Fiona, can you help me with one thing?"

"Help what?"

"Help me get out of here."