C9 MANIACS ARE EVERYWHERE

"Ma'am Tracy, I'm really sorry but I hope you can come here to help me. No one else can help me, besides everything happened in your cousin's condo unit. I really am getting scared." Alondra said while shivering voice while she talked to her boss. She could not stand the crazy events that happened the whole night.

Some police officers looked at her in an awkward way. When they heard that she worked as a prostitute, they looked like they were to eat her whole. It was like the whole world is against her. No one wanted to believe that she was not a prostitute and that the man who was supposedly his costumer was a rapist who trespassed the condo unit she was staying at.

"Alright. I'm coming. Just stay calm. Everything will be okay. I will make sure that jerk who tried to rape you will rot in prison. Those maniacs are everywhere. They're in trouble if Duterte finds them."

She glared at the man as she walked back to the table where he was making the report. He really is handsome but still a maniac. What pissed her more was the fact that just because he was good-looking and spoke like a wealthy man, he was the entertained by the police.

What was happening to the world? Were they hanging up on her because she didn't look rich? Where was the justice in that? The two security guards didn't know her because they were not the one's in duty when she arrived the other day. She tried to explain that but no one listened to her.

None of them even took to consideration that she was a woman who was about to get raped. They easily believed a drunken man who was hallucinating. Was she this unfortunate? She just had her home burned down to ashes, now she was being accused of being a prostitute and an extortionist.

"When I got out of the bathroom, I just saw her kneeling down in front of me. I don't know if that was her style, what I know is that she was the one who my friends gifted me for my birthday." The man told the police officer who was taking his statement.

Alondra felt light-headed all the more. She couldn't understand what was happening earlier because she didn't know what would happen to her. She didn't know who else to turn to. She already called her boss, Tracy but she wasn't sure if she would still come to help her. She's the only person who could help her. Her best friend Marlowe was still problematic because of what happened to his mother's boarding house. She can only count on Tracy since she was the one who allowed her to stay in that condo, she should really inform her that someone tried to rape her.

"Sir, are you hiring services from a prostitute? Did you know that it's against the law?" The policeman said.

He shook his head. "No. Of course not. That's why I told her to leave because I don't need her services. That's when she started screaming rape."

The policeman nodded in agreement. "Well, that is possible. This is not the first time we receive complaints like this, Sir. These prostitutes had become smarter. They would make it look that they were being forced or raped to get more money from their costumers." He said then looked at her accusingly.

She couldn't hold her horses anymore so she butted in. "Mr. Policeman, don't look at me like that. I am not a prostitute. Instead of talking your time chatting with this guy, can you hurry up and finish his statements so you I can give mine? Enough with the side comments. I really can't understand how you can easily believe a drunkard."

"I am not drunk, Miss. I had. Few drinks but I am not drunk." Said the handsome rapist. "I can even add physical injury to my complaint. You hit me with your knee on my..."

"I hope you get barren!" She shouted at the man.

"I even thought you were an exorcist. You even brought a crucifix. Were you know ashamed to bring a cross to your work?. If you are not a prostitute, what are you then? My spiritual advisor?"

She wanted to cry in frustration. She really couldn't understand why even the security guards at the condo believed this man. What's with this guy that everybody believed in him. She was the victim here!

"He's a Trespasser." She insisted.

"A trespasser in my own property? Maybe you're the trespasser, Miss, " he said. "Who among my friends gave you my pass code? Must be Arice, but Steele also knows about it."

"You're the owner?" Alondra let our a loud laugh. "What owner? The owner of the condo is still in abroad. You can't fool me. The nerve."