Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 12

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Momentarily, a sharp pang of pain struck her, causing her to shriek out in pain.

Just then, the man forced himself upon her aggressively, time and time again.

Pain, hatred, and humiliation threatened to tear Vivian apart. She had wanted to resist him, but she was far too weak to defend herself from his advances. Hence, her only choice was to endure it all…

After going through what had seemed like a limitless expanse of darkness and pain, Vivian’s surroundings suddenly shifted.

Now, she was surrounded by a thunderstorm, as a distant thunder boomed.

Her body completely bruised, Vivian dragged herself along the streets. She wrapped her tattered clothes tightly around herself as she staggered around in the rain. Holding her phone, she frantically dialed a number, over and over again.

Fabes…

Fabes, where are you?

I’m so scared. Come and save me quickly…

Unfortunately, no matter how many times she had called him, all she could hear was a cold, mechanical voice, “Sorry, the number that you have dialed is busy. Please try again later.”

At long last, unable to endure her suffering any longer, Vivian collapsed in the rain…

Looking at Vivian, who was currently breaking out in a cold sweat, Finnick could not help but frown. He turned his gaze to the doctor, who was by his side, and asked, “Is she truly alright?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Norton. She has merely caught a fever because of the cold. As of now, she’s probably having a nightmare.”

Upon hearing his reassuring words, Finnick soon appeared relieved.

As soon as the doctor made his leave, Finnick turned his gaze towards Vivian, who was extremely pale. About to touch her forehead, Finnick was surprised, when he saw that her body had started to quiver,

“Vivian?” Finnick could not help but furrow his brows again. “Are you alright?”

Evidently, Vivian was still in an unconscious daze. Her cracked lips parted slightly, as a string of words escaped her lips.

A slight frown soon made its way to Finnick’s face. Bending down to some extent, he soon heard the words that Vivian was mumbling.

“Fabes… Save me… Where are you? Fabes… Please believe me…”

Fabes?

Finnick sat up straight, as a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

It’s that man’s name again.

He stared at Vivian who was on the bed. Although her face was ashen and sickly, it did nothing to conceal her beauty. This was especially apparent, as he gazed at her fluttering eyes. Finnick had never seen her display such vulnerability before.