Wanted

That night I entered that house, it was not by chance, although everyone thought so.

If I had imagined that this event would lead us to a grandfather imposing his opposition to obtain greater profits in agreements that did not concern me, but would be the main strategy, I would have given up saving him.

That night without hesitation I would have let him die.

I would have passed him by.

I should never have saved him.

I was dressed in my jeans, military style boots, a black shirt and my leather jacket.

I walked with my hands in my pockets as I circulated around the area in the company of a ballasted group, I prowled around like a wild beast in search of its prey, every night I saw elegant cars leaving that mansion, that memory is the sharpest thing I possess, I still regret it, that night I should have ignored the bullshit my group threw out.

"That loud voice of Daniel's warned me that my lack of courage would be uploaded to the networks and mocked for the rest of my days. "See, she's just a coward" I clenched my fists.

I clenched my fists.

Falling into such a mundane temptation shouldn't have been so easy but it was, having to lead with them, I just had to go into that mansion and bring a vase. Assuming the cameras managed to turn off in ten minutes I could go and come back. 

Entering that mansion was not easy.

I also didn't know that the guy I randomly saved would be my husband, if I had known, I would have ignored him. I would have turned around and ignored his existence. I would have done everything but call an ambulance. Of course, there was also that uncertainty of going to prison for breaking various laws.

That dying man touched my nobility.

Because it was unfair to see him like that.

Jumping the security barriers was easy.

I fell crouching down to hold back the blow, I got up little by little, there were no guards. My friends, well, the group that used to bother me with their crap was left behind. 

I advanced with stealthy steps along the front. Ignoring the fact that they would have more than one security camera, I walked across the garden, up the one step to grab the doorknob.

An easy challenge.

I would have earned enough, at least, to cover the cost of renting the apartment on the college campus. The strange thing came at that instant. The shocking thing was that hand that came through the door and grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

Staggering I barely managed to steady my gait on the soles of my boots and not break a bone, with my feet that used to be butter, I put up a little resistance.

That guy in front of me, he didn't seem to reason.

"Let go."

"Where had you gone?" his hoarse voice, made my alerts go off.

His bright eyes indicated to me that it wasn't me, it's not me he's talking to, who would be in front of him in his mirage. I didn't know. My alerts went off that man could do anything crazy.

"Do you even know who I am?" resisting I began to struggle. "Let go."

"Where did you go?" he insisted. "Tell me" I could hear the anxiety in his speech.

Scanning him with my eyes in a matter of seconds I understood his miserable state.

He had crimson liquid covered his face from his forehead descending down the left side of his face.

His lip was swollen.

A cut on the corner of his right side and his clothes were torn for a strange reason.

At that moment I glanced back at the body of another, I barely managed to distinguish a broken vase near a table full of snacks, it was a luxurious house prepared to give a good celebration. There was no one in that place, a suspicion crossed my mind at the mere thought that he was under the effect of some substance or the blow would be so powerful as to make him lose his reality.

I used my strength to free myself from his grasp.

"Speak!" of course my actions enraged him, they were like fuel to the fire, his voice became coarser and his countenance gradually changed, he had to get out of there. "Tell me, where did you go!"

I dodged the guy who tried to catch me in his arms.

I jumped away from his grasp.

I barely managed to duck a little.

My boots echoed off the soles of my boots impacting against the floor, that man must have been insane. I felt my heart racing too fast.

"I didn't go..."

"You're lying!" he roared. 

His face looked like that of a ferocious hunter who would not stop until his hunger was satiated. When do I pass the prey?

I gulped.

Well, I was quickly running out of options. I had invaded someone else's property, that guy in front of me could be the owner, I had no idea what he wanted, he wanted who knows what and I barely understood in my conscience that I could go to prison.

That man was so hurt.

I had it on good authority that there were always extraordinary celebrations going on, it was impossible not to attend, people found out they were going for more than just a good night out.

Which was ironic.

He had a strange man in front of him who said the opposite of his festivity.

"You want some good punches" I wasn't scared of that guy, giving him a few good kicks would maybe make him react, I stripped off my leather jacket dropping it carelessly on the floor. "Come on, I'll make your mind clear".

Inciting a leaf litter could be considered a crime.

The man didn't even think about it.

"Ah!" I cried out in fright as I saw him lunge at me. "Stop!" I waved my hands in the air.

True, if I hit him I would be guilty of a crime I didn't do. That man threw a punch in the air, next, he kicked out wanting to hit my stomach. I narrowly dodged a severe blow that would take days to stop hurting.

I barely managed to awkwardly dodge the punches thrown, I didn't want to go to prison.

"Hey" "It wasn't true" I exclaimed with my nerves on edge. "Stop it" "Sir, can't you talk" I complained knowing I wasn't going to respond.

"I saw you!" 

Did he not have two good eyes to differentiate the person in front of him, would that fight be so drastic that it left him with a concussion. I snorted. It was useless to reason with that man.

However, my boots slipped in a puddle on the floor, in fear of breaking my back for a glimmer of hope I managed to grab the collar of the other's shirt and that guy had no resistance not to let us fall.

A pair of lips hit full against mine.

I opened my eyes wide.

I quickly pushed the other's body away.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, not because of the contact but because of the liquid he spat on my mouth. I brought my hand to my lips, what had happened, that person had internal damage.

"Auch" I mumbled in a daze, pain ran down my spine. "Asshole" I spat shallowly, the opposite body seemed like a dead weight on me.

I was scared out of my wits. Whatever it was, that thing that happened would leave after-effects, he had to get to a medical facility fast.

"Come on." 

I stirred him.

My hands were gradually shaking, I had to get out fast. Although I gave the impression of a serious case among the underworld, I had to get caught up in that clumsy man's nonsense. I wanted to get the hell out but it was impossible.

I struggled for a moment and it was impossible to move him.

"Move! Go!"