Andrea stopped and turned to look at me. Surprised yet arrogant, she said, "Pardon? The two of you stick to each other like glue and you're asking me where he is?"
"Are you begging me?" Andrea raised her voice so that several passers-by in the distance would stop to watch. This triggered her desire to win. She seemed to be competing with herself. Her voice became louder and louder as she shouted, "I'm asking you if you're begging me right now."
Yeap, she was still the same Andrea I knew. New face but the same evil mind. She could only acquire happiness by trampling on other people's dignity.
I knew that compromising would only trigger her further, but I wasn't confident enough to retort to her directly, just like when Hendrix hesitated several times before in his mind. Now, I had to face everyone I owed by myself. These righteous people and firm words became sharp weapons that would constantly gnaw at my soul.
"Kneel." Andrea shouted out loud. "Kneel down, and I'll consider telling you about Hendrix."
With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she looked like an arrogant eagle, looking down at her defeated opponent and enjoying the pleasure of standing above the loser.
At this moment, I considered the possibility that if I did kneel, would my debt to Andrea be written off?
I didn't know how to react to my own stupidity. Was I in the wrong right now? Why was my first instinct to obey her and kneel down? Why was I not going against her?
Andrea became anxious when she noticed that I wasn't reacting. "Hey, are you going to kneel or what? I'm not that patient. If anything happens to Hendrix, it's not one me!"
When she said that, it ignited the power in me that was faltering. There was nothing more important than Hendrix's safety right now. I clenched my fists, took a deep breath, and went for it. I dropped down on my knees.
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