Milla had made a heterosexual person like me to ogle at her vehemently, I bet others would want to have her on the bed right now.

I admired her glowing olive complexion, large piercing grey eyes, and Amanda Seyfried's gorgeous smile revealing perfect white teeth, such a Mediterranean beauty. The way her wavy auburn red hair flowed over her shoulders as she ran her manicured fingers through it, reminded me of a shampoo commercial that I've seen in my teens. She has gorgeous curves, toned body and nice bubble butt, so she completed the package of a Playboy Bunny – No. Brazzers girls.

Her eyes met mine as she caught me watching her. I looked away and felt my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I could tell she was giggling at me silly from getting caught.

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We stayed back for a Scout Leader's meeting to discuss activities to be planned throughout the year since spring was around the corner. Our ideas spanned from geocaching and paragliding, but none of the brilliant ones were mine. I chipped in only when I felt it was necessary, some were worth putting thoughts into, others were just insignificant.

Maybe injuries from last weekend's attack distorted my cognitive process. Throughout the session, I was able to move around with ease despite the stinging pain on some parts of my body, but it was more likely to spasm on rare occasions.

I began to doubt the credibility of the doctor who treated me, as she claimed that my injuries weren't serious. She put it in layman terms that the crack I heard was just vibrations from the impact and my internal organs were undamaged. I complained about the burning sensation in my lungs which she opined, "It means your lungs overworked in a short span of time." And I'll be 'as right as rain' in a couple of days, she added.

Milla gave me a cursory glance from the distance, her eyebrows creased in apprehension when she caught bruises on my arms and legs, from last weekend's attack. Yet, she didn't ask me what could have caused the injuries. Probably she wanted to, but she refrained herself from sticking her nose in other people's private matters.

"So, are we still up for a congenial company this evening?" she asked at the end of the meeting, reminding me of the drink night I owed her last week.

"As promised," I answered and gave her a friendly nudge on the elbow.

"Brill! You'll come with me," she led me to her Porsche 911 Turbo S that was parked a mile away from the community centre, adjacent to a dropped kerb of Brighton Grove.

It suddenly dawned on me that Milla was not your average next door girl or at least the girl in my neighbourhood. She's loaded! I tried to act casual but frisson of excitement from my unrelaxed shoulder gave it away and she noticed. She giggled. Damn it!

She unlocked the car remotely and let me in while I hopped in shotgun. She chucked her black Burberry backpack at the backseat before entering the car. I leaned on its bucket seat that tucked me in like a cradle. We strapped both of our seatbelts around our torso and tuck into its buckle.

I scanned around the interior of the car, observing Milla inserted the key into the keyhole to turn its ignition. As the engine purred, she adjusted the temperature, powered up her audio device making sure everything was comfortable. After she set the coordinates of the destination on the computerised navigation panel, she backed the vehicle carefully before taking the steering wheel on a full spin to the right, freed the car and exited.

"I need to make a quick pit stop if you don't mind," she announced as the car cruised into Wilmslow Road.

"For a petrol?" I asked, peeing at the dashboard looking for the pump station sign or any indicators suggest the same. But there were multiple indication displays on the dashboard, I couldn't make out what speedometer, tachometer or other sensors are within that five circles panel.

"I need to stop by at Didsbury for some errands," Milla smiled.

As we pulled over by the kerb along rows of shops in Didsbury, Milla unbuckled her seatbelt and left me on my own inside the car with the engine running. I was amazed that she entrusted me with her car knowing that I could run off with it. Was she mad or something?

While waiting for almost an hour, I took out my phone scanning for any texts and browsing through my Instagram. When I saw a text notification coming from Abs, I quickly tapped on it and waited for his message to popped open–

"The fuck?!" an angry male voice from outside the car roared before the door flung open.

I was unable to react to this, the entire scene felt like dream when I was pulled out from the car by the back of my neck and was thrown onto the pavement. I snapped up to see Nick once again stood above me, glowering at me.

The pain from last incident hadn't dwindled down and I felt inundated by the fact that I'm about to receive another assault from him again.