He calls Frances Louis and I can hear the other side of the phone clearly.
No body answers.
“Fuck! Why nobody answers?” Frank Noyes keeps calling.
Then the phone is picked up.
“Hello? Who is it?”
It’s a woman who answers the phone.
I remember this voice.
Whitney Jordan
Is Frances Louis staying with Whitney Jordan?
“Are you Fran…”
Before Frank Noyes could finish, I grab the phone and throw it out the window.
In any case, I can’t let Whitney Jordan know about my relationship with Frances Louis.
Or, Frances Louis won’t let me go.
“Jane Noyes, you bitch, give me money! Make Frances Louis give me money, or I'll stab you to death!”
With my back to Frank Noyes, I couldn't see his face.
But what he says really sends a chill down my spine.
It's ridiculous that my own brother wants to stab me to death.
I force myself to calm down and tell Frank Noyes softly, “Frank, listen to me, don't be impulse. I have
money, but I left it at the hospital. You can go to the hospital with me to get it. I will give you a lot of
money.”
The knife is close to my neck and it could have cut through my skin at any moment. All I could do is try
to calm Frank Noyes down and keep him from doing anything impulsive.
Behind me comes the sound of Frank Noyes sniffling. I feel as if a slimy liquid has dripped onto my
shoulder. Thinking of Frank Noyes's movements, it must be his snot coming down on me.
Gross! Drug addicts can’t control their bodies nor consciousness.
“I'll kill you if you dare to lie to me! Go, go to the hospital and give me all your money! I will buy a lot of
drugs from Big Head!”
“All right! I will give you all my money!”
Frank Noyes walks me out. He isn't completely out of his mind. He still remembers to put the knife
down on my waist.
We get into the taxi. Frank Noyes sits next to me, like a couple stuck together.
I want to send out a distress signal to the driver, but I am afraid that I could not speak as fast as Frank
Noyes's knife.
A drug addict will do everything to get what he wants.
He's holding the knife on the same place where Susan Felton stabbed last time.
I can't get a new injury when I haven't recovered from the old one.
The car arrives at the hospital quickly.
Frank Noyes and I get out of the taxi together and come to the ward.
My father sits inside, looking at mom with a worried expression. Maybe they had fights before, and he
almost beat my mother to death.
But now the true love stands out in difficult times.
But for me, I would throw the true love away rather than take it.
“Where is money! Give me money!”
Frank Noyes yells at me, not looking at our mother.
He is loud and the others in the ward look at us strangely, but Frank doesn’t care.
“Frank, why are you here?”
Feeling confused, my father gets up and walks this way.
I am afraid that Frank Noyes would suddenly go crazy and attack my father. I say to him, “Dad, Mom's
saline solution is almost finished. Go and tell the doctor.”
My father takes a look at my mother and then goes out.
“The purse is on the night table.”
I point at the purse. Frank Noyes rushes over like a hungry wolf.
I don’t have time to care about my money, so I quickly wink at the patient's family next to me and
whisper to him with my lips, “911.”
The man understands what I mean. He stands up and goes out.
I hope he is calling the police.
“Fuck! Only two hundred dollars?! You work at a great company, that’s what you have? Two hundred
dollars?!”
Frank Noyes opens my purse and turns to glare at me.
“I haven't had time to get the money. It's all in my bank card.”
I say calmly.
All I need to do now is to gain time.
The man understands what | mean. He stands up and goes out.
| hope he is calling the police.
“Fuck! Only two hundred dollars?! You work at a great company, that’s what you have? Two hundred
dollars?!”
Frank Noyes opens my purse and turns to glare at me.
“| haven't had time to get the money. It's all in my bank card.”
| say calmly.
All | need to do now is to gain time.
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