The Billionaire Alpha's Secret Baby novel Chapter 5

"Help me..." came a lifeless voice from that same angle.

I wanted to ignore whatever or whoever it was, twirl and take to my heels but I just couldn't bring myself to move the other way. I let out a breath of frustration and walked tentatively towards the voice.

"Help me, please," the voice came a bit louder this time but I couldn't distinguish if it was a man or a woman so I went closer to be sure.

I rounded the corner in slow and calculated stride and was greeted with the most horrible sight ever.

A red sports car that looked seriously expensive with broken front and side glasses stood at the corner of the road with the driver's door handing open. I got to the front of the door only to find a middle aged man lying in limp in the car seat with his whole face covered in blood.

I gasped aloud as my heart practically dropped to my stomach and I had a great urge to throw up all the food I ate before coming out.

This man wasn't the person asking for help, he looked totally dead, I reasoned then took out my phone from my slacks and dialed 911 with my shaky and sweaty palms as I kept muttering "it will be okay" to myself repeatedly.

"Heeeelp" the same voice that lured me here called and coughed weakly startling me with confusion causing my phone to drop from my shaky hands few meters from the car. As I moved closer to pick up my phone, a strange bloody hand grabbed my wrist. I let out a shriek and jumped back, terrified to the bone.

This was exactly like one of the scenes in my book and if I was the one writing, it was obviously time for my character to hit the road.

The hands filled with blood turned out to be a man who should be in his early thirties, blood was dripping from every part of his face. I was so horrified, I had no idea what to do or where to start from.

His lips quivered, he coughed out weakly again as I tried to reach for my phone on the ground close to his head.

"I... I'm so sorry, I'm calling the ambulance now," I stuttered, trembling uncontrollably as I tried to speak then the man grabbed my hands again mouthing incoherent words.

I squatted down to hear what he what trying to say, a creepy feeling gnawing at me with his bloody hands holding my wrists to tight like they were his life support.

"N... no amb...am..bulance, please," he forced himself to voice out, still I wouldn't have heard a thing if I wasn't crouching down close to his mouth to hear what he was trying to say.

Did he just say 'NO AMBULANCE?!"

And the words left me bewildered and confused. I had no idea of what to do or what not to do.

Then emerged my spirits of indecisiveness. I called them Mr. Do and Mrs. Don't.

Mr. Do: You have to call an ambulance, it's the only rational and logical thing to do at the moment. Don't think about it twice, don't hesitate or listen to him, he's probably not even in his right mind. Just do it!

Mrs. Don't: How can a dying man who knows more than anyone that he needs medical attention with immediate effect tell you not to call an ambulance if it isn't for a good cause? Sometimes logic and rationality should be dumped in a garbage bin!

He was making no sense at all.

"I'm not all that badly injured, please, get me out of here and call the ambulance to come for my driver," he pleaded, turning to stare into my eyes with his steel-grey piercing eyes, while his bloody hands clung to mine tightly.

"I can't do that, Mr. whatever your name is," I blurted out, my exasperations causing me to sound rude. "You obviously need medical care, telling me to take you out of here is just plain stupid and risky. Please allow me call the ambulance." I begged, feeling utterly miserable.

"I'll really die if you take me to the hospital." he said sending me a gaze so lucid I could sense the fear in him. "So if you really want to save me, get me out of here and call an ambulance to come help my driver. He would be safe in the hospital, not me." he explained, groaning in pain and coughing weakly in between.

"Besides, my house is far too far and my car too damaged, and I cannot drive in this state."

His explanation made the hair at the back of my neck rise in unison. This man was obviously in danger and I was left with only an option. Taking him to my home.

That was far safer and plausible, asides the fact that I wouldn't want Laurie to see someone with such injuries and blood in the house. It was a great relief that she was already asleep.

The only way to get out of this mess was by not seeing it in the first place, but now that I've seen it, I have been straddled with taking responsibility for it.

Hell, I thought, throwing caution into the wind.