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Chapter 5

Nicolas.

I was just here outside Amelia's clinic, watching her. Creepy, I know but I want to make sure she is safe because we still need her.

I know she went to the comfort room but why does she seem to spend so much time there. What is that woman doing there? tsk. I couldn't help but go inside using the window.

I opened the door with force and I was shocked to find her lying there, unconscious. I was immediately nervous and tapped her, but she did not wake up. "Fuck." I was just disappointed. I was about to lift her when I heard a car approaching so I turned her around and left using the window.

Here I am in the woods, watching Cris lift Amelia. Yup, I know their names even before I met them.

"See you when I see you, Amelia Morgan." ‘That’s all I said and went home, it was hard for me to catch up with the sun.

Amelia

I woke up with a headache. I also can not see anything. Geez, let’s just hope that I’m not blind. Maybe my head hit the floor? I might have an amnesia later.

“Amelia? Amelia? Darling can you hear me? ” can he stop asking over and over again?! It’s fucking annoying! “I can fucking hear you so don't do it over and over? You’re giving me headaches! ” he scratched his head so hard. Wow my dad is doing that right now?

“Where am I?” I asked him while shaking my head. Gosh, why is it so painful? "You're in the hospital." I was confused by what he said. "And why the hell am I here?"

"Cris brought you here, he found you unconscious so he rushed you to the hospital." I was shaken. He brought me here, I can go home now.

"When can I be discharged?" he seemed to be hesitant before answering. "You? There’s nothing wrong with you? ” I shook my head. "I want to go home, I still have a lot to do." He just nodded because he had no choice. Duh. I’m stubborn remember?

And since I left that car at the clinic, here I am with my dad in a car. I can’t afford to walk because I might be hospitalized again. And I hate the hospital. It brings back memories that I buried a long time ago. Although I do not want to be in the same place as my father I have to endure it because my head hurts and does not want the hassle.

When we got home Agnes met us. "Are you okay dear?" I laughed at what she called me. Really? Dear? What is she an Arab? Kidding. But she looked serious so I answered her. "I'm fine, maybe just lack of sleep." She nodded looking relieved. Is she concerned?

And because I do not want to sleep because it will only hurt my head when I do that I went to work. “Seriously Amelia? How stubborn are you? ” I frowned at him. “What? I’m bored here and I’m sure someone is waiting for me at the clinic. ” Daddy did nothing when I took a taxi.

In the middle of the ride, I called Cris. “Hey! Thank you for bringing me to the hospital last night, but you don’t have to do it. I hope you just took me home. ”

(Oh. It’s fine, I just worry about you. We all know how fragile you are.)

“Fine, thank you again. Take care. ” (You’re welcome, take care too.)

I hate it when someone calls me fragile, the fragile me is dead and I buried her a long time ago as well. I turned off the call. "Just here." After I paid, I went to the clinic. Right. He didn’t even lock it. Fortunately, nothing was stolen. What to steal anyway? Dog food? Cat food? Geez.

I did not even arrange the desk as if it had been damaged due to a typhoon. God! I’m such a sloppy person. I also cleaned the floor. Seriously? I should hire a janitor maybe, even if he’s only available at night. I just want someone to clean my mess.

When I entered the comfort room I saw something black. It’s a wallet. And it’s from Nicholas. He was here but how did he know that it's mine? how did he went here? Was he here last night? What is he doing here last night?

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