Untouchable

Untouchable - Chapter 5

Chapter 5:
Her Knight in Shining Armor

The nauseating warmth of the sticky substance seeping into my shirt threatened to make me gag, along with the foul stench of the vomit that lingered in the air.

It was the last thing I needed to contend with as I mustered the strength to push away the woman who was leaning in far too close for comfort.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, frustration boiling over, but she appeared completely unfazed by my outburst.

With a nonchalant stumble, she took a couple of steps back, casually wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as if the confrontation was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

"Where are they, Chompu? If you don't tell me where she is right now, I swear I'll make sure you won't see tomorrow," Miss Plaifa's voice pierced through the tension, growing louder with each step as the sound of her clicking heels approached.

My heart raced as I sensed the imminent confrontation, and I could feel the weight of two gazes locking onto Engfa and me as they rounded the corner.

"Finally, I'm sober now that I finally let it out of my system," she muttered, and to my disbelief, a sly smirk crept onto her face before she turned to confront her sister and friend. "Miss Austin and I were just having a chat. There's no need to worry," she declared with an air of casual indifference, and then she started walking away.

As she approached her sister, her steps were slightly unsteady, yet Miss Plaifa's unwavering gaze remained locked on her. For a moment, Miss Plaifa cast a worried glance my way before refocusing on her sister, who strode past her without a backward glance.

Fuming, Miss Plaifa emitted a low, frustrated growl before pivoting on her heel and rushing after Engfa, a cloud of anger visibly surrounding her. Meanwhile, Chompu stood frozen in place, visibly torn between checking on me and running after her friend, her expression fraught with indecision.

"Ugh, what a mess," she muttered with exasperation, finally making the choice to dash toward me. "You need to get changed. Go to the bathroom, I'll grab you some extra clothes. Just wait right there, okay?" With that, she hurried off, her figure quickly vanishing around the corner.

Taking a moment to center myself, I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, reminding myself to remain calm.

"Calm down, Charlotte. You've faced worse challenges," I muttered softly, my eyes shut tight as I tried to regain my composure. "Just picture this as a scene from a film you're currently shooting."

I lingered in that mental space, losing track of time as I sought to steady my nerves. The tension coiled inside me, and if I didn't find a way to release it, I feared I might lash out at the woman who had just crossed the line.

I recalled the occurings earlier despite my mind telling me not to. My fists were balled on my sides as I attempted

Suddenly, a voice broke through my thoughts. "Breathing exercises?" I snapped my eyes open to see a woman casually leaning against the wall by the restroom entrance, a friendly smile on her face. "Sorry if I startled you," she added, her tone light.

In that moment, I questioned whether I was dreaming or if she was really standing there. But before me, in the flesh, was none other than Lingling Kwong-an actress I deeply admired.

"I can't believe it... Lingling Kwong?" I said in awe.

"Hi," she greeted warmly, taking a few steps closer. However, as she drew near, her expression shifted; her smile faltered as she noticed the vomit staining my shirt. Concern etched her features as her brow knit together. "What happened to your clothes?" she asked, her gaze flickering with worry.