CHAPTER 25 In the Rainstorm

Whenever a mother felt that her child was in danger, she would be distraught and losing her sense to some extent. Me too. When I slipped out of the villa, I had no other ideas. I just wanted to get to the martyr's cemetery within the time limit set by the caller. I couldn't allow my child to be put into danger because of my own delay. It's starting to flash on the sultry days. Occasionally a dull thunder came in the distance. I was in a hurry. However, after a few minutes, there was still no car. It occurred to me that I could use Uber to reserve a car, but I found that my mobile phone wasn't on me, and I didn't know whether I forgot to bring it on me or I lost it when I went over the wall. Then I saw a black jeep approaching in this direction. I desperately rushed to the middle of the road to stop the car. The black jeep buggy stopped in front of me. “I’m in a hurry. Please take me to the martyrs' cemetery. Please!” I said. As I said this, I opened the door and got on the car without waiting for the owner's response. After getting on the car, I felt a little relieved. I looked at the one who drove that car. He was in his thirties, wearing sunglasses and a black shirt. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could see that his skin was white and he was a little thin. The fingers controlling the steering wheel were long, and there was a ring on his ring finger. When I got in the car, he said nothing, but turned around silently and drove the car towards the Martyr's Cemetery. "Sorry, I forcibly stopped your car." I apologized softly. “It’s fine.” He replied softly. It seemed that he was not angry. Then both we two were silent. "It's going to rain heavily. Why are you going to the martyrs' cemetery?" He asked suddenly. Of course, I won't tell him the truth. So, I casually said that I would go there for a walk. He didn’t speak anymore. When we got to the entrance of the martyrs' cemetery, he stopped the car. I was anxious, so I ran to the cemetery. "Don't you really need my help?" He asked again. I said thanks again without looking back, and ran faster. I didn’t have time to talk more with him. I even didn’t know if half an hour had passed. When I just entered the cemetery, the big raindrops smashed down. I shouted Lucas's name and ran around in the cemetery looking for him. "I will give you whatever you want. Give back my child." I screamed loudly. The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and my voice was directly submerged by the heavy rain. In the cemetery, I didn't find anyone, let alone Lucas. The heavy rain poured me through. At first, I was extremely worried. Later, I began to realize that something was wrong. I began to run out of the martyrs' Park. But at that time, some people appeared. Both of them came straight to me with black umbrellas. It rained heavily. Every step of them would splash. They didn't keep Lucas with them.. I turned around and began to run back. However, there were also two people with umbrellas behind me. They came round to me. I ran toward the other direction. Unfortunately, they soon caught me. I struggled, but it didn't work. They were strong men. "Don't hurt me, I'll give you anything you want." I begged. Two of them, one on the left and one on the right, controlled me, and the man in front kicked me in the stomach. I suddenly became desperate, and I understood what they were doing and why they did so. I was pregnant. I had a sharp pain in my abdomen and my brain began to blur. Then, I fainted. But I soon woke up again. I felt cool on my body. I opened my eyes and found that my shirt had been torn. The man was pulling my pants. Of course, I knew what he was going to do with me. I struggled and tried my best to call for help. "Don't shout, our brothers have been playing with you for so long in the heavy rain. You are bound to make us happy. Since you are not a virgin, it’s not such a big deal making love with us.” A man said in a dull voice. At that time, my trousers had been pulled to the calves by him. He stood up and began to untie his belt. The other three men were watching and they urged him to hurry up. “Help.” I tried my best to call for help again, although I knew that the hope of being rescued was very slim. Just as the bastard took off his trousers and rushed at me, I used all my strength to bite him in the hand. I really tried my best. It was filled with blood between my lips and teeth. The man turned angry and slapped me in the face. I fought hard. Suddenly there was a heavy sound of footsteps. That man should be running. The sound of shoes stepping on the water was very loud. The four bastards who wanted to humiliate me also heard the noise and they looked back. The man had already run over. It's strange that after seeing the man, the four people ignored me and ran away in the opposite direction. The bastard who took off his trousers even did not put his trousers on. The man turned his back quickly when he saw my situation. Because at this time, my clothes were torn and my trousers were torn off. I hurriedly pushed up my trousers and tried to cover my body with my clothes. However, the clothes were torn and they couldn't cover anything at all. At this time, the man began to undress, and I was more desperate. It turned out that he was also a bad man, and he would take the opportunity to bully me? But when he took off his black shirt, he turned his back to me and threw it to me. It turned out that he was taking it off for me. I had no time to care about too much. So, I put it on without any hesitation. I tried to get up from the ground, but I couldn't get up at all, and then I found my lower body bleeding. “I'm sorry, could you please make a call for me?" I asked weakly. When he turned around, there was a flash of lightning. I saw his pale but handsome face, feeling a little familiar with him. The next second I realized he was the man who gave me a lift to the martyrs' cemetery. “Can you walk now？” He asked me. “I can’t…” He didn't speak anymore. Then he bent down, picked me up and ran out of the garden. He only wore a shirt. After he took it off for me, he was bare-breasted. He looked very polite, but he ran very fast holding me. Soon we were out of the park and in his jeep. When he started the car, I realized that I had been saved. With a slight relaxation of my will, I fainted. When I woke up again, I found that I was in a hospital bed, having an intravenous drip. I was afraid of an injection. If I saw a needle sticking into my skin when awake, I would twitch all over the body, or even foam in my mouth. But if I was injected when I was in a coma, I wouldn't feel it, and when I waked up, I would feel a little uncomfortable after realizing the injection, but not seriously. There was no one in the ward. My wet clothes had been replaced by clean hospital gown. I recalled the nightmares in the martyrs' cemetery, and my body trembled slightly. My biggest worry at that moment was whether the baby in my stomach was fine? When I was struggling to press the call button for a nurse, the ward door opened. Someone came in.