Belle's POV
It's already 10:00 in the evening and yet I am still here in my office scanning and checking all of the financial reports that my team had finished and I don't think i will be done with this sooner. This set-up of mine has been my daily routine for almost 2 years now, like i will go to work at 7:45 am and will be home at 10 or 11pm. I do have day-off which is on Saturdays and Sundays but I spend it by just staying and resting at home. I don't know if it really is adulting hitting me but i never find it in myself wanting to go anywhere, have a breath of fresh air and just slack-off a little bit. It feels like I'm stuck with my routine right now and i find it hard setting a date as to when would i want to go outside and explore the City. Setting a date for outing is as hard as doing my Financial Reports, speaking of Financial Report i realized that maybe it is better for me to just finish this tomorrow as i started cleaning my table to keep it tidy.
As soon as im done cleaning my table, i then get my keys and bag and head off to the elevator to go to the parking where my car is. This day has been a very tiring day for me and Im freaking starving, 10minutes after and im already here inside my car.
—Phone ringing—
My thoughts had been cut-off by the sudden call of someone so dear to me.
Hello?- my voice sounded so shaky since i did not expect him to call me
Daughter? Its me, maybe you want to have some tea tomorrow- my dad ask as if i have a choice of declining his offer
Sure dad, what time would it be?
3 in the afternoon, would it be okay with you?- he ask with a voice full of doubt if im going to go or not
It's fine, i'll just call my secretary to adjust my schedule tomorrow in the afternoon- i answered him with a glint of assurance
Dont you have any important business meetings intended for that time, you know i can just always make time for you.
No, its fine. I' ll see you tomorrow at 3pm, where are we going to meet anyway?
I'll just see you at Starbucks tomorrow Belle, okay?- he said before the line went dead and i wasn't able to answer him
Would it be okay with your wife anyway? I wanted to ask him that but i dont have the guts to do so.
After talking to my dad, i then felt heavy and totally forgotten that i was in the middle of the parking until something hit my car that made me dizzy.
Miss...
Miss...
Someone's calling me but my vision is already blurry
H—hel-p - im already out of breath but i still managed to reach out my hand to the guy and ask for help
Miss? Miss? Hang in there, help will—-
He's still saying something but darkness had already taken over me
I woke up feeling the pain all over my body, my head feels like cracking and my throat is dry.
W-water please, i need water- i tried saying while reaching for the man who's sitting beside my bed- who i think is my dad, as my vision is still adjusting and is a bit blurry I think I'm in the hospital.
Here drink this- he said while giving me something to drink
How are you feeling Belle? Do you want something? What happened to you my dear daughter? I was just talking to you then minutes after someone called me saying that you were involved in an accident in the parking lot- dad ask me with worry visible into his eyes
I don't know Dad
I don't know what exactly happened- i softly said avoiding his eye contact
I don't have the guts to tell Dad my worries and what I really want because i know it's beyond impossible that he can give it to me.
By the way Dad, who called you about my accident?
It was Drei, the son of your uncle Danny. He was the one who accidentally hit your car- he said while trying to put my blanket on me
My dad keeps on talking to me but i couldn't hear or understand a thing because honestly speaking, i'm just staring at my fathers face.
Dad, did your wife know that you are here, taking care of me? Im sure, she wouldn't like it if she hears about what you are doing right now- i tried hiding the bitterness in my voice but i guess i failed
You know very well that your wife hates my existence Dad and I understand her. I understand where her anger is coming from
Dad chose to stay silent and just avoided my gaze while holding my hand as he pulled me into a tight embrace. Guilt and sadness consumed me and my tears started to fall