Sabotaging My Walkout Queen

Chapter 34: Got Scared Again

Athena’s P.O.V.

“Can I?” he asked me. His eyes were somewhat sparkling as if this would be his first time to dive into

the pool.

“It’s okay, as long as you will clean it yourself later. Look at your neck, eew! What’s that some black and

disgusting dirt over there. I think you badly needed to take a bath, yuck!” I squealed while pointing at

his neck. The truth was… there was none, I just wanted to annoy him to retaliate for his teasing. I

almost burst into laughter when I saw his disbelieving reaction.

“Woah! Look who’s talking here? Between you and I, who has the flu and won’t be able to take even a

quick shower? Is it me or you, Helena?” I was surprised when he stepped closer towards me and Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

scowled at me, “That smell you have? Nothing could have been nastier! It stinks. That was too far from

the normal smell of a girl.” Then, he laughed.

And because I got annoyed again at what he said, I suddenly pushed him into the swimming pool

without even thinking. It was too late for me to panic.

Oh no! He might not have brought any replacement clothes with him! What will I do?

“He-Helena, h-help me… I d-don’t know how to s-swim!” Even though his body was starting to

descend, he still tried his best to lift his head to scream and call for help.

Oh my God! my mind screamed.

My palms were on my mouth while my eyes were wide open—still shocked at what I was about to

witness. Cristoff must not die here in our house, for Christ’s sake!

If I was exasperated at him a while ago, I was damn nervous now. It was as if my whole body was

covered in a cloak of fear. My heart throbbed in dread and panic. After Helena’s death last year, this

was the time I trembled inside and got scared again. Why didn’t he tell me that he doesn’t know how to

swim in the first place?

What the heck! What will I do now?

There was no intercom, but Daddy was working on placing one here. The kitchen and the maid’s

quarter were far from the swimming pool, so if I would still go there to ask for their help, Cristoff might

have been already dead once we came back here.

Shit! His body already submerged into the water, what will I do? I didn’t see any bubbles as well, which

added to my anxiety that he could no longer be breathing down there.

Without any second thoughts, I dived into the pool, swam a little to reach him until I was able to get

Cristoff’s body.

Damn, he’s too heavy! He’s not even chubby.

I gently laid his body on the marble side of our swimming pool—careful enough not to hit his head.

“Cristoff, are you okay?” I worriedly asked, but he was not opening his eyes. I was gently tapping his

face but still, no response came from him. Terror reared up within me as blood froze through my veins.

It was a good thing that I was a trained medic, and I knew how to do a CPR*. Well, I will just do what I

knew was the right thing to do! I’ll lift the rest to the Lord.

First, check for ABC—airway, breathing, and circulation. So, I looked at his nose and opened his

mouth. He looked okay so far. He had no airway obstruction, but I was not sure if his breathing was still

normal. Maybe because of fear that I couldn’t locate his pulse either on his wrists or on his neck… so

that was when I decided to perform a CPR.

I was on my third cycle of giving him some air, but he still had no response, so I pumped his chest

again and from there, started the fourth cycle. When I removed my lips from him after I gave a dynamic

blow, I saw his teasing stare that totally freaked me out. He was even biting his lower lip and stuck his

tongue out like a great maniac!

Damn him, he just tricked me! He tricked me from the very start!

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¹CardioPulmonary Resuscitation or CPR is an emergency procedure that combines chest

compressions often with artificial ventilation in an effort to manually preserve intact brain function until

further measures are taken to restore spontaneous blood circulation and breathing in a person who is

in cardiac arrest.