My boyfriend is the Police Captain. When I was cornered by criminals, I calmly called his work phone three times. When he finally answered, all I received was his impatient scolding: “Stop bothering me. I’m on duty, and you’re disrupting my work.” In the noisy background, I heard Violetta’s playful voice: “Thank you, brother, you’re amazing!” With a criminal’s knife close to my throat, I didn’t have the luxury of arguing with him. I quickly dialed 91 The dispatcher regretfully informed me: “All nearby units are handling other emergencies. It will take some time to reach you. I’ll coordinate as fast as I can.” In a daze, I saw a news alert about the Police Captain successfully rescuing a kidnapped girl. If I remember correctly, this was the fifth time Violetta was in danger. Desperate, I looked at the criminals around me, then at the open window. Faced with the choice between being killed or jumping, I chose the latter. A second before I fell, I sent my last text message: [I’m leaving. I wish you happiness. Don’t bother, don’t miss.] 1 I saw my body lying on the ground like a shattered doll. Even though I was already lifeless, my face still showed a longing to live. A blood-stained handkerchief slipped from my hand, marked with signs of fighting the criminals. My right arm was twisted horribly, with bones piercing through the skin, and blood staining the ground. So, I was already dead. Twenty minutes earlier, I was kidnapped by criminals on my way home. They took me to the fifth floor of this remote factory and seized my spare phone before guarding the door outside. I tried to stay calm, looking for a way to escape. My boyfriend, Finnick, is the Police Captain. I learned some methods from him to handle danger. I secretly pressed the speed dial on my phone, calling Finnick. “The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.” The cold message came through the receiver. I checked; the number I dialed was his work phone. When Finnick gave me this number, he promised solemnly: “Serena, this is my work phone. Call me whenever you’re in danger, and I’ll answer.” “No one else will call this number.” “This is our code. As soon as you call, I’ll rush to your side.” I had already dialed 911. But I hesitated and called Finnick again. Simply because my area was under his jurisdiction, and the task might fall to him in the end. Maybe contacting him directly would get me help faster. The waiting tone lingered in my ear. Until I heard Finnick’s annoyed voice. “I’m busy! What’s up, say it quick!” I realized I had dialed his number for the third time. This time was unconscious. I bit my lip hard to wake myself up a bit, and struggled to say, “Finnick, I’ve been kidnapped. Can you come save…” Before I could finish, he cut me off mercilessly: “Serena, stop it. I don’t have time for you now.” “I’m on duty. Violetta just faced danger, and I need to protect her.” Among the background noise, Violetta’s weak voice came through: “Brother Finnick, I’m so scared. Luckily, you’re here.” 2 Really, just on duty? I questioned Finnick in my heart, and I questioned myself. In the past year, Finnick’s work phone often rang late at night. He always left in a hurry, saying it was an emergency task. I thought he was just busy with work. Until I noticed that every time, Violetta’s name flashed on the screen. A woman’s intuition told me something was wrong. I secretly checked Finnick’s call records. There were very few calls related to work. In contrast, Violetta’s name filled the screen. My boyfriend of three years, always there for another woman whenever she needed him. And at my moment of crisis, my only call for help was seen as a nuisance. How ironic! The dial tone echoed in my ear. Finnick hung up on me. The criminal’s knife danced before my eyes. While I still had a shred of sanity, I hurriedly called the police. As I expected, the dispatcher confirmed the address and transferred the task to the police station where Finnick worked. “What? Everyone is out? And so far away, why not assign someone closer!” “Nonsense! Captain Finnick would never make such an unreasonable arrangement!” I didn’t know what response he received, but he seemed angry, and his tone became urgent. Suddenly, the dispatcher’s voice was cut off. He must have realized I could hear and pressed mute. Not long after, he picked up the phone again and regretfully informed me: “Sorry, ma’am, all nearby units are handling other emergencies. Please try to stay calm, and I’ll coordinate other rescue personnel as soon as possible.” My head was getting dizzier. I quickly asked, “How long will it take? I’m afraid I can’t hold on much longer.” The dispatcher carefully chose his words: “The rescue team has already set out. They’ll get there as soon as possible, but you’re in a remote area, so it might take some time. Please be patient.” He then gave some advice on dealing with the criminals. I helplessly looked at my surroundings, at my phone, and at the bag that the criminals had taken. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d tried all that. In a daze, I saw a news alert about the Police Captain successfully rescuing a kidnapped girl. I laughed sarcastically. If I remember correctly, this was the fifth time Violetta had been in danger. I’ve grown tired of hearing this excuse. A month ago, I had a huge argument with Finnick. It was my birthday that day. I had prepared dinner meticulously, waiting for Finnick to come home. The table was filled with his favorite dishes, all cooked by me. Candles were lit on the cake, a surprise I’d planned for him. Yet, Finnick never showed up. I didn’t know if he had forgotten or simply didn’t care. Two hours later, Finnick sent a text: [Sorry, I have a task. I’ll be back when I’m done.] He didn’t come home the entire night. At three in the morning, Violetta updated her Snapchat. [Every time I’m in danger, Brother Finnick is there to protect me. I’m so happy.] 3 There was a photo attached to her post, showing her and Finnick together. His hand was on her shoulder, and his eyes were gentle. The following evening, a tired-looking Finnick came home. I didn’t lose my temper. I calmly asked him about Violetta. He said nothing, his eyes flickering, occasionally glancing at his phone. I stared at his phone and accidentally saw the contact name changed to “Violetta Darling.” Years of suppression and grievance erupted. I was silenced by Finnick’s single statement, “Stop being unreasonable.” He told me to be rational. So I rationally packed my things and left our home. The dispatcher didn’t know my inner pain and continued to comfort me: “Please trust us, the rescue team will arrive as soon as possible. Hang in there!” I calmed myself, hearing the criminals’ footsteps gradually approaching. Then there was the sound of the door opening. I might not make it until help arrives. After hanging up, I couldn’t care about anything else. I resisted the criminals desperately, trying to find a chance to escape. Pain shot through my arm as the criminal’s knife cut me. Blood flowed freely, soaking my clothes. Seeing this, the criminals treated me even more ruthlessly. The hope of escaping from them vanished. I looked desperately at the window, then at the ground below. Jumping might not give me a high chance of survival, but it was still a chance. So, between being killed and jumping, I chose the latter. 4 Not long after, far on the other side of the city, Finnick received a text notification. Perhaps my survival instinct was too strong. My soul followed the text message to Finnick’s side. It was lively around him. Violetta was snuggled up to him, her face glowing with happiness. Finnick looked at her tenderly, comforting her: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His colleagues behind him exchanged looks, angry but afraid to speak. The youngest officer was pushed forward, cautiously reminding him: “Captain Finnick, we got a report half an hour ago about a girl being kidnapped. Shouldn’t we head out?” I recognized him as Jack, a newcomer. Finnick seemed impatient. He patted Violetta’s shoulder first, adjusted his clothes, and then slowly said: “Didn’t I say earlier to let someone else handle it? No need to wait for me.” Jack replied awkwardly, “You forgot, Captain. You called the whole station to save Miss Lin. All the nearby units are here.” Finnick felt his decision was being questioned and angrily asked: “Are you doubting my decision? Both situations are urgent. I have to weigh the pros and cons! If you’re eager to earn credit, go quickly! I’m not stopping you!” Jack, straightforward by nature, retorted: “What’s this got to do with earning credit? You’re the leader, bringing the whole team to save Miss Lin while ignoring other victims. Is that right?” “What nonsense!” Finnick’s face turned pale, scolding loudly. Finnick felt his authority questioned by his subordinates and angrily asked, “Do you doubt my decision? Both situations are urgent, and I need to weigh the options! If you’re eager to get credit, go ahead. I’m not stopping you!” Jack, known for his bluntness, expressed his dissatisfaction, “This isn’t about getting credit. You’re the leader, focusing on saving Miss Lin and ignoring other victims. Is that right?” “Stop spouting nonsense!” Finnick’s face flushed with anger as he shouted. As they were about to argue, Violetta gently tugged on Finnick’s sleeve, saying softly, “Brother Finnick, don’t be mad. Everyone’s just doing their job. I’ll go with you.” She then turned to the officers, bowed deeply, and with teary eyes said, “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused, and thank you for your help. I’ll be more careful in the future.” A female officer rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “She always says that.” My body lay on the ground for half an hour. Only then did Finnick and his team rush out. But, my dear fiancé, I had already lost my life. I won’t trouble you anymore. 5. Finnick and Violetta sat together in the back seat. Violetta, pretending to be concerned, brought me up, “Brother Finnick, Serena called you several times earlier. Do you think something’s wrong?” “What could possibly be wrong?” Finnick scoffed. “She doesn’t stay home, rents a place, and lives freely by herself! Earlier, she even told me she’s leaving, probably to have some fun!” Though Violetta feigned concern, there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “It can’t be because of me, right? Brother Finnick, believe me, I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship! Give me Serena’s number, and I’ll apologize to her!” As she spoke, she pretended to cry. Finnick pulled out a tissue, gently wiping Violetta’s tears. “She’s too willful, it’s not your fault.” Finnick turned back to face forward, gripping the tissue in his right hand, and took out his phone, thoughtfully staring at it. Curiously, I glanced at the screen. It showed the last message I sent. [I’m leaving. Wish you happiness. Do not disturb or miss me.] After a while, he suddenly laughed, fingers tapping briskly on the screen. [Where are you going? Stop fooling around, come back.] The driver suddenly hit the brakes. The two in the backseat tilted forward due to the inertia. Violetta complained, “Can you drive properly? I almost hit my head!” Finnick opened the car door and ran out, leaving the phone that had fallen under the seat. The message still remained in the input box, unsent. In the distance, sirens wailed, and flashing police lights lit up the night sky. The police chief stepped out of a patrol car, saw Finnick, and angrily threw his hat at him. “Do you know how urgent the situation is? You were the closest, yet took so long to arrive. If someone died, could you take responsibility?” A stretcher carried out my body first. Other victims were rescued one after another. Out of respect, someone covered my broken body with a white cloth, leaving only my blood-stained fingers exposed. Finnick froze when he saw the ring on my finger.
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