Chapter 4

“What did I do? Why am I under arrest?” Lydia asked the man with brows furrowed deeply. Carson only continued to pull her towards his car.

He had a deep frown as well, he was doing exactly what his friend would have wanted him to do right now. 

“For trying to kill yourself, of course” he spat as he shoved her into the car and went over to the driver's seat. 

With every passing moment, confusion continued to envelop Lydia, she stared at him and still could not understand why Carson, who had said she was safe a while ago, was now arresting her. Indeed, no one except Khloé loves her.

“When did that become a crime?” She asked as she tried to blink back the tears from flowing down her eyes again.

“You'll know soon,” Carson said to her as he dialed his friend's phone number.

“She still hasn't been found yet, I swear to God, I'll—”

“I found her” Carson cut Nick off. The phone was on speaker, so Lydia could hear their discussion. 

“You found the girl? My patient?” Nick asked in surprise. A chill ran down her spine when she guessed who he was speaking to. She had run away from the hospital without paying or informing him.

“Yes. And you should see what she was about to do” Carson turned to smile at her. Her heart practically dropped to her stomach as she placed her hands in a pleading position, begging him not to tell on her.

“What?” Nick asked and Carson, being the Carson he was, ignored her plead and blabbered about how he had saved her from committing suicide.

“Take her straight to the station!” Nick spat in anger, “How dare she try to kill herself after I had worked my ass out to save her life”. 

Lydia bit her tongue, her eyes met with Carson, whose eyes were dancing in excitement.

“You don't need to tell me twice. We are on our way to the station as I speak” he informed.

Nick said something about meeting them there, and the call ended. If one could kneel in a car, Lydia would have done that already. 

“Please, please…. I beg you. Don't do this to me” she said in panic. Her eyes dull as her body trembles.

“I didn't mean to, I was only frustrated. The only thing I hold dearly, my only reason to live, was taken from me…” she hiccuped with her pale, tear-streaked face.

“Khloé is my life,” she continued, “She is my only friend and lover. She was taken from me. My husband hates me… he… he doesn't want me to have anything to do with them again. I'm dying already… I… I don't have anywhere to go, I don't know whom to pay my bills… I don't have whom to turn to. I'm alone in this world and my only source of strength has been taken from me” Lydia stuttered with tears and a heavy heart.

Carson had parked the car beside the road a long time ago, as he couldn't concentrate on his driving. A pitiful woman crying her eyes out in his car, his heart ached for her. Her eyes were swollen and the wounds on her face were still visible. He still can't understand how a normal human being would beat a lady this way when they were not in the ring for boxing or wrestling. 

“Okay, calm down. I'll let…” he couldn't believe he was doing this, but he said it anyway, 

“I'll let you stay at my house for just a few days until you get yourself back up. But you'll have to tell me exactly why your husband whom you married with your eyes wide open would do this to you”. 

Lydia didn't find any offense in his words, although he tried to make it sound like it. Instead, she was happy that she would have a place to lay her head and that wasn't the station

“Thank you, thank you. Please, I know you can help me. I know you can,” Lydia sighed with hope in her eyes again.

Carson frowned at her words, but didn't say another word. He ignited the car before driving off, and they both remained silent until they got home.

“We're here” he announced as he turned off the engine and came down from the car. 

He began walking into the house, but didn't hear the car open or her footsteps behind him, so he paused with a frown.

“Hey, I said you can come down. We are at my house already” he said to her as he began to walk back to the car. 

She didn't make any attempt to come down, so he pulled the car open with gritted teeth,

“You gat to be—” he paused when he noticed she wasn't moving. He tapped her gently, but she didn't move, 

“Hey,” 

He noticed her delicate form seemed fragile and vulnerable, with a shadow underneath her closed eyes and her pale skin.

“Fuck!” He cussed when he realized that she had fainted. His heart thudded against his chest, and fear gritted him.

In a hurry, Carson picked Lydia up in his arms and carried her into his house.

“Good evening Sir Carson” his maid greeted, but he didn't reply but only rushed into one of the rooms to place Lydia on the bed.

He dialed his friend's number afterward, 

“Hey Nick, you need to come over, she fainted,” He said in a rush. Beads of sweat formed on his brows.

“Yes, I'm at the police station already,” Nick replied. But Carson instantly cut him off,

“No, not the station. My house” 

“She is at your house? What is she doing there?” 

Carson sighed before looking at Lydia, her face pale, her eyes swollen, and her face still covered with bruises. Why would she not faint?

“I just told you, she fainted”

“Huh, how's that our problem? Let her die, even. I thought she wanted to die a while ago” 

“Can you just come here?” He sighed. Although he wasn't the kind to pity someone, he really wanted to know what the hell she did that made her husband turn her into a punching bag.

After a while of silence, he heard his friend spat out,

“I'm not coming!”