Chapter 91
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"They are inside. Be careful they have guards. " Echo said immediately.
"Okay, okay thank you Echo." said Blake and hurried inside.
Echo, Tim and Henry followed Blake and at the same time fought the surrounding guards. They kicked and punched them, until they reached the far end of the warehouse and they saw Henry lying on the floor as if he was unconscious.
"Henry!" Blake shouted and quickly ran to Henry.
Echo, Tim and Stevent confront the two men with Amber.
"Amber! Why did you do this to Henry?" Blake asked Amber as Blake glared at her.
"He's guilty so it should be up to him!" Amber answered boldly.
"Even though, you don't feel sorry for Henry anymore, he loved you so much!" Blake said angrily.
He then helped lift Henry into the car and they immediately took him to the hospital. Amber and her other comrades immediately hid when the police arrived.
In the hospital…
Henry slowly opened his eyes, he looked around, he saw Blake, Tim and Stevent sitting on the sofa. Blake noticed that Henry was awake, they immediately approached him.
"Bro, how are you feeling?" Stevent asked immediately.
"O-Okay." he answered shortly.
He wanted to sit down, but he could not move, he felt the pain of his whole body. He took a deep breath before speaking again and he looked at Blake.
"What happened?" Henry asked Blake.
They looked at Blake before he spoke, he sighed.
"Amber did something bad to you, beat you up", Blake took a deep breath, "and you almost died."
"Yes, it's good that we caught up with you, by chance, tsk!" said Stevent.
"Is that so, thank you. But where is Amber?" Henry asked.
"Those idiots are hiding with her! Bro, we found out that Amber has been cheating on you for a long time, she doesn't really love you. I hope you believe us." Said Tim.
Henry nodded, "Yes, I believe you, I remember that happened last night. She was blaming me for her sister's death. Because of that, she rewarded me and bothered me." And he sighed.
"So, what are you up to now, will you complain Amber to the police for what she did to you?" Stevent asked.
Henry thought, "Maybe not, because she just did it because she was angry with me and it should just be me."
"Bro, if you need anything, we're just here." Blake said as he stroked Henry's arm.
"Thank you bro, sorry to all of you and you were affected by my actions. I will admit, I regret everything I did and what happened in my past. I am a bad person, unlike you who are good and have a clean personality." Said Henry.
"Bro, we all have a secret, we are not all good. I also did something bad before, but the important thing is that I corrected it and never did it again." Said Tim.
"Well, I really regret what I did. I never thought April would commit suicide. Almost every night I could not sleep, because of what happened. I decided to stay away and change my life." Said Henry.
"Henry, don't worry about the past, the important thing now is to get well." Blake said.
"Yes Henry, will you remember we still have a gig at school, so you should get well before that event." Tim said.
"That's right, when you're not there, chicks who like you will definitely be sad!" said Stevent and they laughed.
"Haha, you really are! I hope I get well soon." Said Henry.
Then they had a happy conversation.
When Blake and friends finished visiting the hospital, they returned to their dorm. He slowly opened the door and saw Hannah sitting on the side of the table. He approached her and found it busy playing on her cellphone.
"What is that?" Blake asked her as he took off his shoes.
"Ah, nothing Chinese game. How is Henry?" Hannah asked while still playing on the cellphone.
"He woke up earlier," he sighed before he continued, "I hope he recovers right away."
After taking off his shoes Blake went to his closet and took a change of clothes and got dressed. Curiously Hannah notice he was changing and saw his back facing her.
She looking at his body, the contours of his muscles were smooth but they clearly were strong and powerful.
Blatantly checking Jake out, their eyes met when he turned around out of the blue.
Hannah averted her eyes and bent down again and played with the cellphone. Blake put on a tshirt and approached Hannah again.
He noticed her drawing on the table.
"You drew it?" Blake asked.
Hannah nodded, "Yup." Hannah's short answer while still holding the cellphone.
Blake took her drawing and looked closely, it was a rose and he looked at Hannah's other drawings.
"Hmm, are you good at drawing?" Blake was impressed with her.
"Not so much."
"Before, I draw too." Said Blake.
"Eh, really? Why not now?" Hannah asked as she looked at Blake.
Blake pulled up a chair and sat down next to Hannah.
"I have lost my inspiration and I am also lazy. I feel like no one notices me and my works are not appreciated." Blake said sadly.
As he said this he remembered the past . . .
When he was just 9 years old, he was used to drawing, he always drew after class. When he came to their house he saw his grandpa in the garden, he immediately approached him and he showed it to his grandfather.
"Grandpa, you look what I did." Blake said running and handed the paper he was carrying to his Grandfather.
"Look," and he took the paper he was handing out.
"Wow, it's nice and you're really good at drawing!" said his Grandpa as he caressed his head.
"Grandpa, will Dad be happy with that when I show him?" Blake asked.
"Of course Blake, your father used to be good at drawing too, so he will definitely be happy when he sees it." Said his grandpa.
"Really Grandpa?" Blake said cheerfully.
His Grandpa nodded at what he said and stroked his head again.
Blake also happily showed his drawing to his father when he entered the library room.
He saw his busy reading documents while smoking, he slowly approached him and handed over the made drawing.
"What is that?" her father asked, frowning.
"My drawing Dad." And he gave his Dad the paper.
He looked at it, it was a family holding hands while walking in the park. He immediately crumpled Blake's paper with his drawing and threw it at him.
Blake was surprised by his father's reaction to the drawing he showed.
"I do not need that, all I need is your high grades and study hard! All you have to do is study hard and not the pointless drawing!" his Dad yelled at him and back to what his doing.
As a young man, Blake cried over what his father had said, and he felt sad about what had happened. He immediately left the library room and went to his room and squatted on the corner.
He cried and cried that day, he remembered that in everything he did his father did not notice him, it was just focused on calls, meetings and documents. He has forgotten that he also has a family of his own that needs his attention and love.
Since then, Blake has never drawn again, because he felt its meaningless. His father is right, drawing will not help him because he will have a long way to go.
Even his mother was just obedient to his father during those times. What his father said, was what she followed even against her own will.
Blake became aware of such a family, he was not happy as he grew up. And when he thought about it he forced himself to separate from his parents, until one day he fled and went to another country and studied here.
Until now he still has a grudge against his father, he has not talked about him since he left them. He ran away from everyone, he wanted to be free from them and now, he wants to feel true love.
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He looked at Hannah again while still busy playing.
"How can you finish what you are doing, if you are just playing with your cellphone?" Blake asked her.
"Just wait, it's gonna over!" said Hannah.
"Haist, it's up to you." Blake then returned her drawing and climbed onto his bed and rested.
Some time later someone called her, it's Harry.
"Hello, Hannah can we meet now?" Harry asked.
"Ahm, where will we meet?" Hannah asked.
"I'm here now at a coffee shop, just on the side of our school, I'll give you something." Said Harry.
"Ah, is that so, okay, I'm on my way."
"Okay."
Then Hannah put down the phone and she took her jacket and put it on and went out the door. Blake woke up when Hannah opened the door and he was worried.
"Wait, it's night, where is she going?" Blake asked himself worriedly.
He immediately stood up and followed Hannah.
Hannah immediately saw Harry standing outside the coffee shop. He immediately approached him and greeted him.
"Oh, Harry, it's late, why do you want to see me?" Hannah asked as she smiled at him.
"I just want to tell you what I did, I just finished that today. Hope you like it." Harry then handed over the paperbag.
Hannah looked at it, a figure of a woman who seemed to be dancing ballet with flowers all around.
"Wow, this is nice. Thank you!" smiling Hannah said.
"Thank you and you liked it."
"I am the one who should be thankful. You did a great job." Hannah said as she smiled.
Harry happily said goodbye to hed.
"All right, I'll go first, I just really handed it to you."
"All right, thank you and take care!"
"Take care too, bye!"
Then Hannah entered the school again and while walking in the dark field she felt as if someone was following her. He suddenly stopped and looked behind her, she saw nothing and she was the only one walking.
Again, she continued her walk, she saw something again like a shadow behind her because of the ray of light, she noticed it passed behind her back, she immediately stopped again and was nervous.
She remembered what the students were missing, she was nervous and scared. She immediately accelerated her walk and ran quickly to the dorm, as she turned around behind her, she collided with something.
She wondered who she had bumped into.
"Blake???!"
