ログイン“Does my Father know?” I asked.“He suspects, but I don't think he knows for sure.” She whispers back.“Oh my god,” I drag my hands down my face. “This is insane,” it all makes sense now. I've been busy racking my head over a reason why father hates my guts so much that he'd rather give his step children power over me.Why everything I did never seemed to please him. Why he looked at me each time with a burning hatred in his eyes.If he knew that I wasn't his biological child, there's no doubt he'd have thrown me out of the house when mom left…“Your father's pride won't let him.” Mariah looked up, her eyes glinting with unshed tears.“If you want a test—”“No,” I cut her off. “What difference would it make? Would it fix anything? Would knowing who my “real” father was suddenly fill the years of emptiness, pain and despair? ““Don't look at me like that Marie,” a tear slipped down her face “like I'm a monster.”I scoffed bitterly "the shoe fits perfectly if you ask me.” I sneered. No
“Mom?” I whispered again, though the word tasted wrong to say.Her face paled this time. “Marie,” she whispered again. Calling me by my middle name just like father, although father has his own reasons for calling me that. My middle name is very much similar to my mother's name, so he uses me as a reminder for how my mother left him.Hayden's dad looked from her to me, confusion etched deep across his brow. “Wait. What did she just call you?”Mariah — because it felt so terribly wrong to call her “Mom” now — opened her mouth, then shut it again. Her lips trembled, exposing her the more.“I can explain,” she managed.“Explain what, exactly?” Noah asked, his voice coming out more gruff “Why a random young woman just called you ‘Mom’? Because I’d love to hear that explanation.”Hayden stirred at the tension, sitting up slightly. “Dad?”Noah’s tone softened just a fraction. “It’s okay, buddy. Go back to sleep.”But of course, it wasn’t okay. None of this shitty situation was.I stood froz
I needed to get out of here. Attempting to detach myself from the bed sent a wave of dizzy spells my way, and I collapsed back down. Maybe I shouldn't have tried getting up so fast. I was successful this time around and decided to take a stroll around the hospital. I couldn't stay in bed all day doing nothing, I was beginning to get restless.Freya had headed back to work, promising to come back later tonight. The doctor said I'll be staying here for the next 3 days for close monitoring and care.I wanted to disagree, until I realized I was doing the very same thing that landed me here — not taking my health seriously. So here I am, dragging an IV stand with me around the white sterile hospital building wearing the oversized robe given to me. It wasn't as bad as most regular hospitals. This one was pretty huge with great lighting and architecture. The nurses seemed tired but kind, which was rare to see.I was thinking of heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat when I heard
I didn't know if I was pissed at him calling me by his last name or at the way he spoke to me. My fingers laced through the thick brown envelope holding two sheets of paper — test results.I gasped “What?”The test results weren't making sense… unless they actually made sense and I knew there was something wrong with me, but I just kept brushing it off and now…“Erosive Gastritis?” I whispered the question. Still in disbelief that I let my body deteriorate to this level. I should have listened to Fre and come to the hospital immediately. Heck, I should have listened to my body when it started protesting for me to stop what the hell I was doing and see a damn doctor.POSSIBLE CAUSES: STRESS, POOR EATING HABIT, POOR SLEEPING HABIT, and BACTERIAL INFECTION. These were not possible causes, these WERE the causes. “You would have had cancer Hazel…” Alex said. His eyes fixed on mine with a range of emotions swirling in them. I didn't know what else to say, I almost killed myself from over
Hazel’s POV“Hmm… water…” my throat felt dry and my lips felt like they could fall off by how chapped they were.I felt a hand bring a cup of water with a straw in it for me to sip on. Much better, I thought but couldn’t voice it out.My eyes creaked open little by little to see the owner of the hand. “Jacob?” I croaked out before exploding into fits of cough.Where am I even? It hurt a thousand more to turn my head and take in my surroundings. It looked like a hospital room. What am I doing in a hospital room and how did I get here?“You had a high fever and fainted,” Jacob responded, settling the glass of water down on the bedside table and having a seat beside me. He didn’t respond to the other question I asked out loud tho, which I found odd.The roses beside me add a little to mask the nauseating smell of antiseptic in the hospital. I remembered feeling very sick and trying to make it to my meeting with Jacob, but I can’t remember actually being able to leave the house. My memory
Hazel’s POVI felt so heavy, every step I took felt like I had weights on my ankles. My head throbbed and my stomach churned in protest as if someone poured acid into it..Beads of sweat formed as my body ached in places I didn't know could ache. My posture was slacking with each step I took forward and I contemplated on staying back and cancelling my meeting with Jacob.No I can’t. I’ll just push through the day and rest later. I have this meeting in less than an hour and I know how time conscious he is.The rain. I probably got a fever from the rain we ran through the previous night. I’ve taken some painkillers and I hope that sustains me through the day, until I go see the doctor myself at least.“I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to gaslight myself that I wasn’t going through hell right now.Then it hit me. That familiar sharp, stabbing pain that feels like a hot knife being dragged on my insides. My knees wobbled, and the handbag I clutched onto slipped from my hold.The chandelier







