"What the hell are you doing here?!" I opened my eyes in fear upon hearing Marcus' shouting voice.
My eyes gazed in his direction and there he was in his wheelchair. His eyes screamed danger out of anger. Alejandro was still beside my bed. His face, too, looked surprised at the sudden appearance of his enemy.
Right at that moment, I thought my days to spend on this earth had come to an end. I tried to move but I realized that I was cuffed.
My eyes shot open when he got up from the wheelchair and threatened, "I'm going to kill you!" He yelled, his eyes burning with fury, bloodlust, and hatred.
A surge of adrenaline filled my veins, making me struggle harder, desperate to break free. Suddenly his attention was drawn to the one beside me.
Alejandro
"And you! How dare you try to take my wife away from me?!" Marcus spat with fire in his eyes as the veins in his neck grew thick, bulging.
His rage was noticeable.
The guard behind him shifted nervously. "Marcus, please...calm down." The guard spoke, trying to reason with him.
Alejandro laughed like a maniac. "Don't worry, Mr. Del Monte. You'll get your wife soon enough,"
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Marcus said angrily as his sweat now covered his face.
"Mr. Montellia...please don't say anything as it only fuels him," The guard said once again, his arms stretched out toward Marcus.
My hands were still cuffed to my bed. I was unable to defend myself or stop the mess in front of me.
I felt my breathing stop and my mouth gaping open in fear when Marcus flipped from the guard and ran towards Alejandro.
"You asswhole. I'm gonna show you how to stay away from my wife," And then hit Alejandro in the face.
Blood gushed from Alejandro's nose. In response, Alejandro grabbed Marcus and pinned him on the floor.
"Calm down, Mr. Montellia," The guard pleaded as he held Alejandro who seemed to be too strong. Marcus was now at the mercy of Alejandro.
Alejandro reached over to the table nearby, a knife appeared out of thin air. Marcus fought harder, trying desperately to snatch the knife away from him. The knife ended up on the floor.
"Alejandro, please stop!" I pleaded but he didn't listen. Now he looked more dangerous than Marcus. Both of them had red faces from the heavy punches and hits they landed on each other. Blood covered their faces, bodies, and clothes.
I watched helplessly as their struggles ended in bloody fists flying to and from. Alejandro managed to take the knife again and was now in a good place to stab Marcus.
And he did.
"Alejandro!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my eyes wide open. Alejandro pulled out the knife from Marcus's wound, looked at the blood that was stained on it, and licked it. He smirked out of victory.
"I promised you I would help you, Camila. Now I have. You are free, "
Then I woke up.
" Who the hell are you to block me from entering this goddamn room?" The power and anger held in this voice could be spit out only by one person that I knew.
"Sir, you are not allowed to enter the room for the sake of the patient's safety, " The guard answered him in a calm state.
" Oh. So you mean I am a danger to my wife? Are you crazy? If you don't let me in in thirty seconds, I will sue you and you will remember your arrogance for as long as you live! "
I knew he meant what he said. The only thing he knew how to do better than anything was to punish people. I got up from my bed and stepped closer to the door. I opened it and looked at the guard who was already trembling.
" It's okay. He can get in, " I looked at him and nodded. Marcus glared at him. If he had a gun, he'd shoot him right at that moment.
I went behind Marcus' wheelchair, grabbed the wheel, and gently pushed him inside, "How are you doing, Marcus?"
"Can't you see for yourself?" I sighed at his reaction. Indeed, he didn't look good. His head was still covered with a bandage.
"Yeah, I can, but I wanted to hear it from you. So how are you feeling? " He didn't say anything. I sat on the chair opposite to him. Looking at him, I felt like we were not two but three inside the room.
"Marcus?" He didn't dare look at me. He was looking at something beside me. Looking behind, a bed and a window were not things one would stare at like the way he did.
"Marcus,"
His gaze turned to me, one that screamed danger and danger alone. His eyes grew darker and I couldn't help but breathe faster.
"You! You betrayed me!" His voice came out as a harsh whisper, anger clear within it.
"What are you talking about now?" I got up from the chair and walked backwards. What the hell was wrong with him?
"You betrayed me with that good-for-nothing Alejandro! Did you think I wouldn't wake up sooner?!"
"Alejandro did nothing that you're thinking. Marcus, please let's stop this!" My voice came out as a whisper, trembling under Marcus' threatening presence.
"Don't act all innocent, Camilla!"
His body reached mine and grabbed my hand by force, "So tell me. Did you like it? How was his touch? Huh!"
"Marcus, stop. Please," I begged in a weak tone, my chest tightened and tears started to form at the corner of my eyes.
"You're just another dirty whore, aren't you? And you let that piece of shit touch you!" His low and deep voice sent shivers of fear all over my body as more blood rushed to his face.
His eyes darkened further until I thought I saw them flash red. Then out of nowhere, he let go of my hand. His eyes turned normal and his breathing calmed.
He stepped inches away from me. It's as if he was waking up from a wild dream.
"Marcus are you... Okay?" He didn't answer a thing. His breathing was still abnormal. He didn't even bother with his wheelchair. He turned around and stormed out of the room.
I stood there for a few minutes in shock and fear. Everything happened way too fast and made more stimulation for my quickening pulse. The energy on my legs suddenly got drained and I found myself sitting on my bed, staring blankly at the window.
What was that?
Alejandro's POV
The morning sunlight lightened my dark-themed room. As I lay on my bed, the thoughts of Camila filled my mind.
Her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and the time we spent together at the hospital replayed in my memory like a cherished movie. I couldn't help but smile to myself, a rare warmth in my heart.
The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my daydreaming moment. I reached it over to my bedside table and answered it, my voice eager yet cautious. "Hello?"
The voice on the other end was familiar but tinged with a sense of urgency. "Mr. Montellia, we have the news you've been waiting for."
"Good. Send it," Then I hung up the phone.
A file was sent to my phone, and as I opened it, my eyes widened in shock and disbelief. It was a medical file, but it wasn't Camila's. It was her mother's.
My heart raced faster. I looked at the file again and again to see if what I had read was real. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't imagine this new world of Camila. A world without her mother.
How exactly would I start telling her that her mother, the reason why she married a scumbag, had not survived the surgery?