screenwriter mystery

Chapter 178 Awakening
"You know because... I lost a whole party of fun, maybe at this party I'll be able to meet someone who likes..."

"Hey, stop complaining, Steve, you didn't even notice that Andrew passed out."

"If his condition is serious, we can send him to the hospital..."

"I have already said that that kind of place can't be entered casually. Haven't you seen the situation in the tunnel? God knows how long it has existed. There may be strange things in it that we don't know..."

Lying on the back seat of the car, Andrew gradually regained consciousness from a coma.

He opened his blurred eyes, looked at Matt and Steve in the driver's seat, and heard the intermittent quarrel between the two.

The severe headache in his head began to ease, Andrew shook his head and struggled to sit up.

"Andrew, wake up!"

In the driver's seat, when he saw Andrew getting up, Matt immediately let out a cry of joy and turned to him.

"Look at the way, Matt, I don't want to die with you!"

In the passenger seat, Steve watched such a thrilling scene, and immediately reached out to help the steering wheel.

Under Steve's reminder, Matt finally realized that now is not a good time to talk.

He quickly turned his head back and put his eyes back on the road he was driving on. At the same time, he raised his head and glanced at Andrew in the rearview mirror, and said with concern.

"How are you feeling now Andrew, you passed out by the pool before, we thought something happened to you."

"To be honest, that scene before was really scary, dude."

Looking back at Andrew sitting in the back, Steve couldn't help but speak.

"Nothing, I just..."

Hearing Matt's question, Andrew lowered his head and touched his wrist. His memory only stayed at the moment when he fell into the pool.

Thinking of this, Andrew looked up at the scene outside the car, and subconsciously said, "Where are we going, where are we going now?"

"You're still thinking about that tunnel, man, that thing almost killed you."

Seeing that the first thing Andrew did after waking up was to ask about the situation of the pool, Steve couldn't help showing a speechless expression on his face.

If it had been changed before, Andrew would undoubtedly have opened his mouth to argue with Steve when he heard what Steve said.

But, touching his wrist, he remembered the weird scene he had encountered by the pool.

"..."

Andrew was rarely silent.

……

"See you tomorrow, Andrew."

"See you tomorrow."

Parking the car near Andrew's apartment, Matt glanced at Andrew on the back seat, and couldn't help asking.

"Are you sure, you don't need to go to the hospital, Andrew, after all, you passed out by that weird pool not long ago..."

Reaching out to open the handle of the rear door, Andrew shook his head and looked up at the location of the apartment when he heard Matt's inquiry.

"No, I feel better now."

"Well, you have the final say, Andrew."

Hearing Andrew's insistence, Matt didn't continue to persuade him. He shrugged and said goodbye to Andrew, and then drove away with Steve.

Watching the disappearing back of the car, Andrew silently withdrew his gaze.

He turned his head and glanced at the 'home' behind him, took a deep breath, and then walked away.

……

Coming to the door, Andrew opened the door carefully.

"Who do you think you are, Andrew!"

However, in the next second, what greeted him was the heavy fist of the man named father.

He punched Andrew's head hard, and the man smelled of alcohol and asked, "Who gave you the courage to come back at this time!"

"I'm just hanging out with my friends."

Clutching his head hit by the fist, Andrew leaned against the wall and said.

"Friend, do you think those people are your friends, what kind of friends can a piece of trash like you have..."

Without stopping Andrew's explanation in his ears, the man still stretched out his fist and kicked him a few times.

The man's fists fell on Andrew's body like raindrops. He curled up his thin body and silently endured another punch and kick, gritted his teeth and tried hard not to let tears flow from his eyes.

The constant severe pain in his body made him ignore the shrill scream that sounded in his head.

At this moment, Andrew even felt that the scream was his own.

"Huh, huh..."

Leaning against the wall, he punched and kicked Andrew for a while.

"Also, remember for me in the future, if I tell you to open the door, you must!"

The man gasped and stopped his fist, and left a harsh word to Andrew who was huddled in the corner, and then he swayed and left with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

With his arms tightly covering his face, Andrew looked at the back of the man leaving through the gaps in his arms. Andrew's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of hatred.

……

"Sigh~"

Sit on the bed and flip your shirt off.

Andrew looked at the bruises left on his body and took a breath.

The man's fist didn't hold any hands, and each blow left clear bruises on Andrew's body. These wounds were stacked with the healed scars on his body, which looked ugly and conspicuous.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

From the next bedroom, there was a severe coughing sound and mother's cry of pain.

Then there was a series of ringing sounds and the ringing of the phone.

"...She is in pain. The previous medicines can no longer relieve her pain. We need stronger medicines. Since a week ago, her breathing has become painful, and the respirator can no longer relieve her symptoms. ..."

"Sir, she is in pain, please help me..."

"No sir, I can't pay any more money, we rely on disability assistance to barely maintain the drug, don't make me wait, I have no choice but to ask you for help, sir, sir ..."

"Why, didn't the new president have promised to make everyone enjoy medical care, so I voted for him, why is our life still not changing, or even worse."

On the phone, the man who was full of arrogance towards Andrew looked extremely humble.

He begged hard, but in exchange for a cold response from the other side of the phone.

Hearing all this, the expression on Andrew's face became a little more gloomy.

Everything in this family made him feel even more painful.

Putting down the lifted clothes, Andrew lay on the bed enduring the stinging pain from various wounds on his body.

While listening to the coughing and pleading in the next room, I closed my eyes.

(End of this chapter)