Ciara's pov
I could feel the heavy pain in my body even when my eyes were shut. I felt myself for a moment before I finally opened my eyes. But surprisingly, the pure white on the ceiling was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes. I can even smell and feel the coldness of the air that was brushing on my skin, probably coming from the aircon.
Slowly, my eyes landed on the man who was currently sleeping on the side of my bed.
'Wait, isn't this the Manong Driver?'
I immediately sat up from lying down to wake Manong Driver. Unfortunately for him, he definitely couldn't earn any money from driving because of me. I patted his shoulder to wake him up.
"Manong, wake up." I was a little surprised when it suddenly stood up and shouted.
"Where, where? Where's the fire?" He hysterically went around, which made me slowly and gently laugh.
"There's no fire, Manong," I said, laughing. He looked at me in shock and couldn't believe pointing at me.
"Mam!" He hurriedly approached me. "I'm glad that you're already awake! I was really worried about you earlier when you fainted in my taxi, were you okay now? How are you feeling? Can you still feel any pain in your body?" Manong asked me worriedly, causing a smile to curve on my lips.
"Don't worry, Manong. I'm already fine. Well, it's still a bit painful, but it's fine. And I would like to say thank you very much and I am sorry for the inconvenience, because of me you couldn't earn anything today." I apologize.
"It's nothing, Mam. It's our driver's priority to take care of and help our passengers." He said, while shyly scratching his nape.
"I'm really sorry and thank you very much. I'm very grateful to you. So let me give you this." I smiled and immediately took my bag to get some money.
"Oh! No, you don't need to, Mam! You need it more." He restrained.
"No, Manong, it's fine. You need this. You haven't earned anything now because of me, so please accept it, as a thank you." I said and handed over the money worth five thousand. He was surprised when he saw it.
"Oh, no! No, Mam! That's too much." Manong said shyly.
"Please accept, Manong. I just want to thank you for bringing me here by giving me this. I didn't expect too that you'll stay here just to keep an eye on me and took care of me, you're like my father too." I smiled and said that. But then, sadness prevailed, when I suddenly remembered my parents who hated me a lot.
'kring .. kring ..' I looked at Manong's phone when it rang.
"It was yours, Manong." He immediately picked up and answered the call on his phone.
"Hello?- W-what?!- Where are you? What happened?- Ha?!- A-all right, I'm on my way, wait for me, papa is coming, wait for papa. I'm coming.." I saw how Manong held back his tears as he put down his phone.
'What happened? Is there something bad that happened?
"Mam, I'm sorry. I have to go now, my youngest was injured."
"What? Oh, God! Go ahead! Go ahead, Manong! Be careful," I said worriedly.
"Thank you very much, Mam. I'll leave now." I nodded, and there he quickly ran out of the door.
After Manong left, the female doctor came inside my room.
"How are you feeling, ija? Is there still a pain in your wound and bruise?" She asked me, and I smiled.
"It's fine, there's just a little bit of pain, "I replied. I feel better now, compared to the past.
"Is that so? It's good to hear that. But your heart doesn't seem to be running properly." She said that made me stop for a moment.
What?
I don’t know, but I was suddenly nervous. The doctor's eyes were mixed with sadness and worries, I could see that.
"What do you mean?" I asked nervously. I was even more surprised when he took both my hands and smiled bitterly.
What's going on?
"We ecg you earlier and when the result came out, we found out ..." She looked down, she didn't seem to want to say the next thing.
"What's the result?" I asked incredulously. I didn't take my gaze at her.
"You have heart disease." She said that caused me to stop and my shoulders dropped.
"Heart disease?" I asked, voices were almost cracking. She nodded slowly in response.
"You're allergic to dust or animal fur, so you're less likely to get heart disease if you stay in dirty places too often." She explained I was shaken by the nervousness and fear I was feeling.
"But from what you looked, you looked clean. It's just shocking why your heart is weakening so fast?" I looked away as I remembered Tyron locking me in an abandoned room. I felt my tears welling up so I stopped them immediately, but my tears were so reprehensible that they kept falling.
"Your heart is not beating normally. You can't get tired, avoid dusty places and things that can make you tired quickly." It's a serious tone that comes out of her mouth
"And avoid ..." I looked at the doctor as she stopped speaking and stared at my body.
"Avoid the person doing that to you." She looked me in the eye seriously, so I immediately looked away.
"Your husband is hurting you?" She asked, but I remained silent and looked my head down.
My tears are starting to flow again. I don’t want to admit it, I don’t want to say that my husband is hurting me.
"Does he?" She asked again, I immediately shook my head.
"N-no, I'm just really careless with my body, t-that's why," I responded quickly to her question, but she just sighed at me and seemed to say that my answer was stupid even though it was true.
"We're not playing here, ija. So if you can, I beg you. Take care of yourself and stay away from things that are not good for your health and heart." It said and seems to be giving me a warning. Does she refer to my husband?
"Stop hiding your grievances because that will only make your heart rate worse and weaker."
"Rest if you don't want to completely won't wake up anymore." He said meaningfully, making my chest throb.
Does she mean, death?
"As much as possible, avoid what you should be avoided. You have a choice, ija. Leave or Die." It's a serious tone that made me gulp, she patted my shoulder before standing up. I was surprised by what she said. She seemed to be hinting at something in the last thing he said.
"You may be able to lie to me, but you can't hide the truth from yourself." She said,
"I'll go now, rest first and you can go home tomorrow as well." I nodded and smiled bitterly. He is right. I know in myself the truth. So it's up to me to decide whether to let him hurt me or stay away to live peacefully. But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay.
What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?
The sun was going down so I had to take Hannah home."Hon, you should go home too. Cia's definitely waiting for you to come home," she said. I was about to open my mouth to disobey her when she spoke again."Don't start to argue again, your reasons won't work for me. You've just told me that she already knows about us, that's why we can't be together for so long, Tyron. You should go home, she's probably waiting." Hannah smiled at me and finally, we reached her house. I turned off the engine first and turned her to face her."Don't you really want me to stay here first, even just tonight?" I gave her a soft gaze, hoping that she'll let me stay here tonight because I don't want to go home yet. I don't want to see that woman, I'm too sick of always seeing her as if she's so innocent even though she knows to herself what she did to me and Hannah.I hate her.I heard Hannah sigh."Of course, I want to. I really wanted you to stay here. If only you could just not leave and stay here beside
Someone's pov A playful smirk drew on my lips as I saw one of my disciple men stepping in from the door of my territory."What's up? Are you doing well keeping Ciara's life out of Tyron's hand? Your face says it all, what happened? "I asked him when he was finally able to get closer to where I was. I looked at his face for a moment when the excitement was so visible in his eyes.She's doing fine, right? Ciara's fine."They are fine. I guess? It seems like they're killing each other. "He replied with a smirk on his face, unconsciously, I immediately hit him which surprised him."What did you say?!" I exclaimed. Ears couldn't believe what I heard from him, a shock was traced all over my face because that was not the news I expected him to bring to me."Ah! What's that for?! What's your problem and you're suddenly hitting me?!" He complained as his eyebrow furrowed. My lips loosen up due to shock but I just glared at him."Stupid! Did you even listen to what I have said to you? Didn't I
Ciara's povI didn't feel like going up to my room after I heard their conversation. If only my heart could allow me to leave him, I'll do it right away. I won't hesitate to leave this house and never turn my back again on him. I want to unlove him, but there's no such thing. It's so hard that I just want to die to stop myself from struggling.But it was my heart that kept stopping me from leaving him. My heart wanted me to stay here and bear all the pain I was experiencing. It's toxic, I know. But what could you do if you loved someone so much that you wanted to take everything at risk just to be with him?Am I the only one who's like this? Or does someone understand how I feel? It's hard and I felt so sorry for the person who has the same situation as me.I let my body drop on the bed and did not complain about the pain when I finally felt them as I let my body rest. I didn't mind those wounds and bruises on my body that were aching.Is there anything more painful than the facts I h
Ciara's povWhat did I do to make myself feel this way? Why does he have to make me feel as though I'm worthless as garbage in his eyes? Why does he have to make me feel as if he truly despises me when he could simply tell me that he doesn't want me here and I should just leave? Isn't it funny how he always makes me feel as if he wants me to vanish, but he won't let me leave the house without him knowing?I just stared into the emptiness, tears streaming down my cheek. The burden of my feelings was reflected in each drop of my warm tears."Ciara!" Fear was so clear and visible to my eyes as I turned my gaze at the door when I heard Tyron call out my name. His loud and deep voice and heavy footsteps coming towards my room made me feel his rage, I could even imagine his death glares pinning on me and I knew that this time I could never escape from the pain again. Another day of suffering, another new trauma could build upon me.As he slammed the door open, trembling began to rumble in m
Ciara's povThe first thing I became aware of was a steady beeping sound. The second thing was an intense and overwhelming feeling that was consuming my body. There was a constant throbbing in my head that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat and the mechanical beeping echoing around me. Sharp and heavy pain in my chest made it hard to breathe. My eyes were closed and I didn't want to open them because of the fear that I might be here again. In the place, I hate the most.As I slowly opened my eyes, I blinked a few times to clear the blurry vision in my eyes. I scanned the room to orient myself and forced a smile when I realized I was. The beeping sound was coming from a large, gray machine beside me. It took a moment for me to realize that I was connected to the machine through the various tubes sticking out of my arm. My arms and legs were cold despite being covered by a thick and soft blanket. There was the unmistakable smell of sterile equipment that was found only in a hospital. I
Hannah's povPeeking through my window, I followed Tyron's car leaving as I heard him lose my door in the living room. I sighed before closing the curtains and getting out of my bed. He doesn't care about Ciara, doesn't he? I'm so disappointed right now and I don't know if what I acted towards him earlier was right. But I was so upset that I wanted to yell at him to wake him up from his anger towards Ciara but I couldn't, so I just chose to stay silent and let him feel my irritation by not talking to him and leaving him there alone. His pride was so high and I couldn't take it.Isn't he tired of always hurting Ciara? I really couldn't understand him, I mean, I knew and I was aware of where his anger is coming from but is it right to mistreat his wife just like that? It doesn't seem like Ciara is human in how he treats her, does he forget that she also has feelings? Gosh, I can't believe him.While walking into my living room, my attention pinned down on the sofa, noticing a brown pap
Hannah's pov I left early to go see Ciara. When I arrived at their house, I immediately rang the doorbell, but my brows furrowed when no one came out to open the door for me."Tyron? Hon?" I called, but there was no response. That's why I just opened the gate on my own since it was not locked at all."Hon?" I called out once more, but still, only the deafening silence answered me."Hello, is anybody here?" I shouted again as I walked around but my voice just echoed throughout the house. I just shrugged, where are they?Did they perhaps go somewhere? Did Tyron follow what I said last night to take Ciara to the hospital to have her bruises checked by the doctors? I'm really worried about her physical and mental health, I just hope Tyron already gets to his senses, because once he does, I'll probably be the happiest person.I'm happy with whatever Ty and I have now, but I'd be more at ease if Ciara was in good condition, she deserved everything and not this. If I had to take my step bac
Ciara's povWe're both in the park beside the seaside right now while eating some street foods that we saw on the food stalls around the park. I didn't even know that there was such a mesmerizing place like this existing inside the subdivision, if only I had the chance to go outside before and hang out like this all by myself, maybe all the problems I'm carrying all through the years may be less at least by watching the unbelievably beautiful view in here."I always do this whenever I'm alone and felt lonely," I heard Hannah gasp for some fresh air, right now we were sitting on the big rocks alongside the river while feeling the cold breeze that was brushing on our faces, my heart seems to go along on every move of the small waves of the water.This is so calming.. and welcoming.The pleasure of feeling to watch every stroke of the water makes my heart at ease. It is as if it's making me feel what real freedom feels like and I'm just being attached to it already. The sound of the wave