Indebted: A Debt-p*****t Romance (English Version)

Chapter 5.1

Mr. Montevalles let out yet another groan, so I knelt beside him. The mixed smell of cigarettes and alcohol assailed my nostrils. I’m used to it because Dion usually smells like this whenever he comes home wasted. There are even times he accidentally vomited on me. 

Gently, I grabbed his heavy arm. I placed it over my shoulder, just like how I do it helping Dion. After he broke everything he could at the apartment and screamed profanities until his lungs probably burned, he would pass out. There’s no one there to help him but me. I don’t want to leave him alone and helpless on the cold floor. 

I fisted my hands when Mr. Montevalles’s arm slid down from my shoulder. I tried again, but because it was just too heavy, it would fall back on the floor again.  

"Please," I whispered to the sleeping, unmoving Mr. Montevalles. If he continues acting like this, I will leave him alone and return to my room. I tried to stand and crouch to pull him for a sitting position. But he is too huge and heavy for me. 

"Ana," he called someone's name, his voice a bit groggy but I heard that it's the name he called. 

I didn’t mind his drunkard words and continued helping him. I couldn’t help but think and look around for the men working here for them. Where are they? They will surely be a great help to bring Mr. Montevalles to his room upstairs. 

"A-Ana," he repeated but now with a broken voice as he tried to chuckle. I stopped moving him after seeing how his eyes remained on me. "I… I know it's you. I know you will come."

I let him talk and be drowned with his illusion that I am the Ana he calls for. Dion’s like that, too. But instead of calling some girl’s name, nothing would come out from his mouth but his hatred for me. Meanwhile, Mr. Montevalles seems like he has become a different person because of the intoxicants of alcohol. 

He reached for my hand and gently pulled, causing me to kneel back down beside him. The living room was barely lit. It’s only the light of the moon and the faint light coming from the far dining room. Yet, I can still clearly see how handsome he is. I couldn’t stare at him like this in daylight, or anytime he was wide awake. If only his eyebrows weren’t crumpled like that. With his eyes closed, I couldn’t help but be amazed at how close his face is to his son.

"A-Ana,"

"Come on, stand up," I told him, and surprisingly, he tried and helped himself up.

I used that opportunity to move quickly and help him. When he was sitting upright, I placed his arm on my shoulder again. This time, he managed to maintain his arm on me. I held that arm as my free hand reached around his waist to pull him closer to me. He’s heavy but his will to help himself is also helping me. 

It took us a lot of effort before we reached the end of the stairs. I am no longer waiting for help. We stayed on the side of the wide stairs and grabbed onto the golden railings. I have to let go of holding his arm on my shoulder to be able to do that. I am grateful when he used that hand to grab the railings so we both wouldn’t fall. I think he’s half-conscious and unconscious about what is happening. Because of that, we made it through the steps. In the hallway, the wall helped us for support until we got to his bedroom. 

"Ana," he called again and would often get a glimpse of me. His hand reached out to touch my face. We lost our balance when he scooted closer to me. We’re lucky to have the bed beside us. I let him fall on it while I kept myself standing, watching his fall.