I woke up back in my hospital room.
Thinking back on how I got here, I feel my face heat up remembering how that ice block caught me when I fell and carried me back.
Stupid man.
I can't believe I fell asleep like that.
Looking around the room, I don't see that man, but I do see Hayden glaring at me...
"What did I do?" I ask curious about his glare.
"You little miss just woke up out of a coma yesterday morning and decided to go out on your own and even dared to interact with that chick and got hurt." he said angrily as he points at my arm that has now been tended and wrapped in gauze while I was passed out.
"Brother, grandpa was the one who allowed me to go for a walk and a nurse took me, but she ran away when that stupid white lotus showed up. How would I wheel myself down when I am so weak right now." I say annoyed with my cheeks puffed up in anger as I don't appreciate his false accusations.
Seeing and hearing my angry reaction, he calmed down, only to get angry again, "So there was two in on it. Very good. They"ll see how they suffer now." he said grinning evily making me shiver.
"uhm brother, can you not make that face please, its scary." I say while pulling the blanket up to my face.
He goes to the mirror that's hanging on the wall and says, "what's wrong with my face?"
"Nevermind." I say face palming. Oh brother.
Grandpa suddenly bursts in holding my discharge papers saying he got permission for me to go home and be observed there instead.
HUZZAH!
Just when I think I can happily go home, Grabdpas face seems to grow angry black lines as he sees my arm, which I then attempt to hide behind my back but failed.
"What happened?" he said angrily and then Hayden kindly told him the whole story.
"I guess this hospital doesn't need our sponsorship anymore since they allow a nurse to plot to harm my precious granddaughter. Perfect, let's go, grab her stuff. We will not be staying in this death trap a moment longer." He fumes as he directs his guards to grab my stuff and then helps me into a wheel chair that someone wheeled in.
Before I knew it we were in the big black SUV and the guards had just loaded the trunk with my wheel chair that I may have to bedazzle or something to not feel so ugly, and the driver is now pulling away.
I guess I will have to thank Arabella, without her I may not have gotten out of that place so quickly.
About 20 minutes later we pull up to the mile long drive way that seems to bring back all the memories of my past life, some not so good. I just want to focus on not letting those events repeat, but the memories just flow through my mind in an endless cycle constantly reminding me of what could happen if I trust the wrong person again.
Shaking myself out of my misery I realize we are approaching the front of the house.
I had forgotten how bright and lively this place was before I let Alex and Arabella have control over me.
My brother comes around and helps me out of the car and when I say help, I mean for some reason he insisted on carrying me which just made me want to punch him, but I just rolled me eyes as he set me into my wheel chair that one of the guards set up.
As he pushes me inside he says, "Welcome home baby sis!" while smiling happily.
I'm happy to go back to this home with them still there, but my soul can't forget that stormy night that took place here.
I take a deep breathe as we move passed the entrance.
The scene of me walking up that massive stair case to find my lover and fiance banging eachother in my bedroom is so vivid in my mind right until the gun shot me and then somehow managing to get down stairs and out the back door without passing out from the blood loss.
The flashbacks felt so realistic as if I were actually experiencing it all over again as I remember the horrible event. I didn't realize how pale my face had become and that I was screaming for help, until my brother tapped me on my shoulder, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Ren, are you okay? What's wrong? I am right here!" he says with worry in his voice.
Shaking myself out of it, I respond, "Sorry brother, I don't know what just happened. Can I stay in a different room tonight though... please." I say hoping he won't ask any more questions.
"Anything you want baby sis, and we call someone to help you decorate tomorrow." he says though I can hear the curiosity in his tone.
I am grateful he doesn't ask, because I really don't know how I could explain it.
I fear that if I went into my old room...
I would never be able to escape the haunting nightmare of that night.