In My Desperate Time

He is not in his room in the middle of the night. Why come to my room?
And I know from the sound that Frances Louis is angry. Although I don't know where his anger comes from.
I look down at the watch, half past ten.
At this time, Virginia's nightlife is just beginning.
“I didn’t come back late.”
I turn and look at Frances Louis, carefully guessing his mind.
But actually, I couldn't see through him, never.
Frances Louis is standing at the window, which is opposite the door of Louis’s house. I wonder if he has watched me standing
outside for so long?
“Take off your clothes.”
He frowns and says coldly to me.
I am stunned and cover my chest instinctively. I say to him firmly, “No.”
I used to think that Frances Louis was a beast, but now it seems that he is worse than a beast. Knowing that there is wound in
my waist, he still wouldn't let me go. He doesn't care if I die, but I don't want to die early!
Frances Louis's face turns darker than the night outside.
“I say take off, don’t make me say it a third time.”
I could feel Frances Louis’s anger from so far away. I almost give into his insolence and threats.
I grit my teeth and refuse Frances Louis again.
He looks sharply at me, and his face is horribly dark. Instinctively, I recoil, and by the time I recover myself, he has stood in front
of me.
“What...What do you want to do? I'm hurt, you can't touch me!” I’m threatening him, but it doesn’t sound threatening at all.

At least, Frances Louis is not afraid of me.
“You are my mistress. You guess what I want to do? Of course, I want to fuck you!”
Then Frances Louis throws me hard in the bed.
My wound just touches the powder compact case that has been lying on my bed since morning, and the pain make me sweat.
Before I come to my sense, Frances Louis has fallen on me, one hand controlling my shoulder.
“Let me go! I am your mistress! But I am not your slave!”
I push Frances Louis away, shrink back, clutch the wound.
The wound gets hit and hurts so much. I break out in cold sweat.
Frances Louis smiles coldly, but doesn’t come to me.
“You are afraid now? I want you to take off your coat. Other men’s clothes are eyesore to me. If you like men’s clothes, I will buy
you hundreds of it.”
I look down and notice that I am still wearing Noah Jefferson’s coat. I leave in a hurry and forget to give him back.
It turns out that the clothes Frances Louis asks me to take off is this coat. I thought it is...
After the false alarm, I take off the coat according to his indication and mumble, “just a coat, what’s the big deal.”
Frances Louis doesn’t say any words. He stares at my waist and frowns.
I think he is angry again. But he comes closer to me, points at my waist and says, “Why are you bleeding there?”
Ahhh! There is red blood on the white dress I am wearing.
The wound reopens.
“It’s all your fault!” I roll my eyes to him.
If he didn’t throw me on the bed, my wound wouldn’t reopen.

“Let’s go to the hospital.” Frances Louis carries me out of bed without my permission and goes out on his slippers.
“I can walk by myself...”
“Shut up!” Frances Louis interrupts me coldly.
Arbitrary! This man is so arbitrary!
If he likes holding me, then he can hold me as he wishes. I have no problem with it.
After an examination, the doctor is very angry and says to me seriously, “I said don't do strenuous exercise. How did this
happen?”
I purse my lips, looking at Frances Louis.
“You can ask him.”
There is a flash of embarrassment on the doctor's face. He stops asking me and educates Frances Louis, “I know young people
are energetic and impulsive, but sometimes you should control yourself. You can wait for the wound to heal.”
Then I realize that the doctor has misunderstood. The wound is on the back and I didn't say it clearly. No wonder the doctor
would think in that way.
“We want to have a baby.” Frances Louis smiles and says to the doctor. His words hold up my explanation.