YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A WICKED SOUL

“What did you do to her?!” Alex yelled at me as he went to a screaming Isabelle… that’s what I’d heard him call her.

“Nothing.” I was at loss for words.

I had not even touched her. She was the one who had made it seem like I pushed her.

“Why are you lying?! I saw your hands on her!” He yelled.

“Stop yelling at me Alex. I did nothing to her.” Why would he not believe me? Did he value her that much? Was he in love with her that much?

“I’m sorry, Isa. I need to take you to the hospital.” Alex began to lift her into his hands.

“Please take me to Cross Star Hospital, I know the owner, he’s my doctor. Please, take me there.” Isabelle requested, still screaming and crying like the world had come crashing on her.

She was being melodramatic.

“Don’t just stand there! Make yourself useful and get me my car keys!” He harshly ordered.

I almost jumped out of my skin in fear, but went to do as he’d said. I went to grab his car keys and followed him into his car and all the way to the hospital she’d directed us to.

My mind was in a turmoil, I had no idea what to do or how to address this issue. I stole a glance at him, he was really angry.

“I didn’t do anything to her, Alex.” I tried to explain, defend myself.

“One more word from you, Lyvanne and I’ll make sure you regret ever speaking to me in this car.” He snapped.

I closed my mouth, the entire journey to the hospital was a nerve-wracking one. Why would this Isabelle try to frame me for something I didn’t even do?

What was the point? The motive behind her acting like this?

Alex was soon driving into a hospital. He rushed out and went to the back of the car to lift Isabelle out of it. I followed, even though I didn’t know how helpful my presence would be to them.

“Help, bring the gurney!” Alex yelled desperately as soon as he stepped foot into the building.

Two nurses came running with an empty gurney which they placed her in before wheeling her away.

“Sir, please stay here. The doctor will come to attend to you.” The nurses told him when they saw he wanted to follow them in.

I watched him pace the clean, sterile floor of the hallway. He didn’t talk to me nor even bothered with a glance in my direction. He kept his eyes glued to the ward that had ICU written on it.

A tall, wiry man came out of that same ward five minutes later. “Hello.”

Alex replied, his tone low and a bit scared. “Hi, doctor. Is she okay?”

“For now, not so good.” The doctor spoke in a professional tone.

“What’s wrong, doctor? I hope it’s nothing serious?” He asked, the fear now evident in his tone.

I watched him and the doctor converse, wondering how come she was not so good when I didn’t even touch her in the first place.

The doctor heaved a sigh. “She lost her pregnancy and has now lost a lot of blood.”

“W-what? P-pregnant?” I could not help butting in.

“Shut up!” He snapped. “This is all your fault, you evil woman!”

“What? She’s pregnant?! You impregnated another woman while we were still married?” I could not believe it. I didn’t want to be hurt by it but I couldn’t control my emotions.

The betrayal was too much.

“And I don’t regret a thing. The only thing I regret is ever accepting to marry you! You’re so evil! You killed my first child and now the life of the woman I love is in grave danger! How mean can you be, Lyvanne?!” He thundered, his eyes were hard and his tone granite.

I blinked back tears surreptitiously. There was a third party — the doctor — watching, the embarrassment was too much.

“Stop it, Alex.” My voice quivered with unshed tears.

“This is all your fault!” He ranted on.

“N-no, I didn’t do anything.” I defended myself but the words came out weak.

Before I could gauge his reaction, his hand had come down on my face. The pain stung so hard the tears broke out of the dam and flowed.

I held that side of my face. “You slapped me?”

For the first time, Alex hit me and it was because of his girlfriend.

“I’ll hit you over and over again if you keep pretending you don’t know what you did or keep denying you didn’t do it.” His eyes were now red and mean, they harbored hatred for me.

“Uhm… that’s enough, Mr…”

“Saint. Alexander Saint.” Alex provided, paying attention to the doctor. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“No, not to worry Mr. Saint. I understand your anger. So we’ll have to get a blood donor, she needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible.” The doctor proposed.

“Okay. I believe we already have the person who’ll donate hers.” He turned to me.

“Don’t look at me, I’m not going to donate my blood to anybody.” I moved away from them a bit.

My head was hung low, I refused to look into his face or the doctor’s. I would have left but I was only waiting because he was my ride home.

In two strides, he was standing before me. He grabbed my chin with a little more force than necessary and had me looking him in the eye. “You will go in there, get your blood type tested and if it matches with hers, you will donate your blood. It’s the only reparation to the damage you have caused.”

I shook my head, tears silently running down my cheeks. “I won’t. I don’t want to.”

“You won’t, huh?” There was a hint of threat underlying his tone. “Fine.”

He left me and the doctor standing there, I wondered where he had gone.

“Excuse me, madam.” The doctor left as well.

I stood there waiting for him and sobbing quietly. I was still there when I heard his voice. “Officers, take her away.”

I whipped my head up to see two policemen coming my way with an angry Alex behind them.