46- Acting like animals

Helena's voice sounded strange, as if she was slurring her words and finding it difficult to speak.

Anger invaded him and he saw all red.

-Listen to me, you big asshole, you better not do anything to Helena because if you don't..." He couldn't finish speaking because the call was cut off.
Sebastian heard the beep that the call was over, it took him a few seconds to react and realize that Helena was in danger, that he had no idea where she was and that every second was crucial.

He quickly grabbed his car keys and ran all the floors down, almost jumping into his car and starting it at a speed that was illegal in the city, dodging all the cars and running red lights. He had to get to the company as soon as possible and from there use his technological machinery to be able to find Helena's location.

Katlyn kept calling him on his cell phone, surprised that her husband was still not at the mansion and with her in bed. The CEO, desperate for his cell phone line to be free in case Helena got through, cut her off again and again, until finally the blonde got tired of insisting. Then he would think about what excuse he would give his wife, now he had to rescue Helena from whoever had kept her.

The very thought of imagining her drunk or drugged, completely vulnerable in the bed of a predator, made Sebastian's hair stand on end and with a bestial energy that would tear apart anyone who got their hands on his secretary.

-Who was David?" asked Helena sprawled on her friend's two-piece couch.

David turned to his friend, who was slanted-eyed and red-cheeked from drinking, he wasn't going to lie to her, he had to be a good friend.

-I think he was your idiot ex-boss.

Helena stood up and sat down with a jolt, feeling everything spinning in her head.

Did she mean Alan, had he found her?

-No more alcohol for today," he ordered, pushing the bottle of white drink away from the table.

Quickly the young woman grabbed her glass from the table and began to drink the remaining contents.

-Enough Helena! You've had too much to drink, it was just a little, not for you to end up in an alcoholic coma.

-I want to forget," she sobbed stretching out her arm, trying to keep David from taking away her only source of oblivion and relief, "I don't want to remember my shitty life anymore, this is the only way.

-Don't be dramatic Hele- he exclaimed hurt to see her friend in this state- Everything can be solved, you'll see.

-No... no...- she shook her head frantically, tousling her red hair that covered her face and she didn't even bother to run them- It's all over, they got what they wanted. They broke me completely," she said in a whisper as she lowered her head and staggered as if she were in a trance.
-I think it was a bad idea to drink..." exclaimed the young man in anguish, "You have a child to take care of now. You have a responsibility.

-What does it matter?" she exclaimed in torment. Tears began to flow again, sticking her hair to her wet face- It's no use... I'll never be a good mother... I don't even have a roof over my head to raise him in! I have no job, no money... How am I supposed to buy him his clothes!....

David didn't answer. What was the point of telling her that he would help her with all that? Helena already knew. She knew her friend would be there for her for whatever she needed. But Helena needed another kind of help, someone to take the broken pieces and glue them back together. It wouldn't look the same, but at least it would be a whole piece again, but with cracks.

-He said, taking a deep breath and trying to be the adult in the room, "You're going to let go of that glass, you're going to calm down, you're going to rest tonight and tomorrow we'll fix it.

-No," said the redhead, pushing the glass even further away, as if it were a valuable object.

-Hele...

-Don't take it away from me, David," she sobbed, "It's my only escape.

David almost gave in to his friend's broken words, but he didn't want to be responsible for the damage the alcohol could do to the baby, he wouldn't forgive himself.

-I'm going to have to take him off your hands, Helena," he warned before pouncing on her.

-Not David! Let go of me!" shouted the young woman, who fell back on the couch, still stretching the glass away from her friend.

-Give me the glass Helena!" he shrieked angrily, falling on top of the woman.

-Get away!" he pleaded, "Leave me alone!

-Leave her alone, you bastard!

Suddenly the redhead felt David's weight and his attempts to get the alcohol off her cease. Her hair was still in her face, hindering her peripheral vision. But her ears heard a struggling, moaning, grunting, grunting and dry heaving against something.

Still with the effects of alcohol in his blood, he roughly brushed the red strands from his face and looked at the scene in front of his eyes.

He blinked several times before focusing on the spinning sight and found his friend against the carpet being pinned by a strong merciless hand against his neck as a fist came down hard again and again on his already thoroughly bloodied face. With each blow it seemed that the young man put up less resistance, as if he was about to fall into unconsciousness.

-David!" cried Helena and tried to get off the couch, stumbling and falling to the floor. Her legs did not respond to her commands. In the fall, the glass slipped from her hand, falling hard on the floor and shattering into pieces. In a clumsy attempt to get closer to his friend, his hand pressed against a pointed piece of glass, cutting his delicate white skin, painting it crimson.

-Ah!" she cried out, feeling the pain and regaining a little consciousness, as if the blood pouring from the wound had brought her to her senses.

Again she raised her face and found that her friend was no longer struggling to defend himself. She looked with tearful, red eyes at the perpetrator of such violence, meeting a beast posing as Sebastian.

-Get away from him animal!" he shrieked full of anguish, holding his wounded hand.

The beast seemed to come to with the woman's scream, stopping a last blow halfway and directing its red eyes, without a trace of humanity from the bruised body of its victim, to dive into the young woman, who crawled backwards, shocked by the intensity of that gaze.

The beast blinded by rage took a shaky breath, tired of so much violence, and looked at Helena's trembling body, saw her eyes red and watery and her jaw trembling with fear, then saw blood running down her arm. He had hurt her, David had hurt his Helena.

He carelessly let go of David's neck, leaving it in the background, and walked toward the woman.