When I wake up again, I am curled up in my bed with a thin blanket wrapped around me. My first thought was that it was all a dream. I was so happy that I hadn't actually freaked out in front of the dickhead.
That was until I noticed Zeke curled up at the end of my bed and a nurse monitoring my blood pressure.
The second thought was how could I possibly explain the panic attack if the nurse asked about it? She works for the Dagher brothers so if I told her the truth of just how bad the abuse had been she would tell them and I would rather die then let that happen.
Those seven years were a time when I was most vulnerable and I never speak about them if I could help it.
"You're awake" the nurse smiles when she notices my shuffling, "how are you feeling, sunshine?"
"Fine" I mutter hoarsely and she hands me a water bottle. I instantly hand it back and she frowns.
"You need to stay hydrated. It's important and may have been one of the reasons you fainted before".
Never trust food or drink from a stranger, my mother's voice rings in my head. It was how she was kidnapped by her lover when she was in her teens.
Zeke- who was groggily waking up- gestures at the nurse to give him the bottle. I watch carefully as he takes it and takes a deep swig of it before handing it back to me.
He swallows it, going as far as it open up his mouth so I could check it wasn't a trick, before demanding, "drink, habibti, you and your baby need to keep hydrated. I can't believe you didn't tell me that you were expecting. It hurt my feelings that you didn't tell me you were pregnant and I had to find out through the nurse".
I roll my eyes as he feigns sadness on his face. His eyes even water a bit. Dramatic asshat.
"I didn't see how it had anything to do with you. The nurse shouldn't have even told you that. It is a breach in patient confidentiality" I snap, taking a sip of the drink after a minute of inspecting the water.
"She thought I was the father. Talking about the father, who is he?".
As if that would ever happen. I scoff at the assumption and turn away from Zeke. Honestly, I would rather poke my own eyeballs out then do anything with Zeke. He keeps interrogating me about the father and I try my best to tune him out as I clamber out of bed.
"You shouldn't be standing up yet-"
"Shut it. I'm fine" I snap at the nurse, pushing her hands off me when she tries to lie me back down on the bed. Someone had stripped me of my clothes and had only left my panties and bra on. I don't see why they would have needed to take my clothes off at any point and I scowl.
The scars that covered my bodies were blatantly obvious as the sunlight streams into the room. Zeke must have seen them. I curse myself for panicking and making myself so vulnerable.
When the nurse glances at Zeke, who still hasn't shut up, I take my chance and hurry towards my pile of clothes on the floor. I pull on the first black, oversized top I can find before searching for my black fishnet tights. I quickly slip them on, just as Zeke appears by my side.
"Why are you still here, dickwad?" I snap when he bends down and puts up some semi-transparent lingerie. I snatch it out of his hands and throw it back onto the pile.
"I didn't realise that I couldn't stand in my own apartment. At my resort" he sasses and I flip him off after shoving on my black boots, "where do you think you're going?"
I turn to face him with an innocent smile on my face. He raises his eyebrows at me before I say sickly sweetly, "is this going to be a regular thing? You ask where I'm going and I don't tell you because it's none of your fucking business".
"Elisia" he huffs but I am already out of the bedroom. He groans and I can hear his footsteps following me. For fucks sake. I just want to go and get some food from the resort's kitchen. Maybe see Aerin and talk to her about the booking another hospital appointment.
I had gone by myself to the hospital when I first took the tests, which is how I found out I was in my second trimester, but I hadn't been back.
The day of second appointment, Mama had called and asked me to do some tracking for her. Apparently, Alonso had been busy with trying to find out who was trying to kill Alexa and she didn't trust anyone else.
She asked me to find a traitor and I couldn't say no to her when she sounded so panicked over the phone. She had given me the name Isabella and had given me a very detailed description to run through the system before hanging up abruptly. I stayed up all night trying to find something.
The women was a complete ghost.
It was odd. I had some of the best equipment in the world and I wasn't as good as Alonso at computers but I was pretty damn good.
I got so involved into finding the ghost that I missed the appointment and didn't even realise until the hospital called.
It didn't surprise me that I had lost all concept of time whilst working, it happened often, but I had felt bad for wasting the doctors time.
When I was younger, I was referred to see multiple doctors as they thought that I might of had OCPD (obsessive compulsive disorder). In the end, the doctors decided that I didn't and I just had a obsessive personality type but it wasn't anything to worry about.
It got worst as I grew up and circumstances changed. I hit a new low point when I was 21 and didn't sleep for almost 4 days. I survived on caffeine and modafinil.
When mom and dad found out what I had been doing to myself, I was sent to a relaxing retreat in Switzerland. It was meant to be nice and calming but it was anything but. Not that it worked. I ended up killing my creepy instructor after he started 'helping' me with a yoga position.
I lose myself in my thoughts of the ghost, I don't even see the man that is walking in front of me until I collide with him.
"Shit! Are you alright?" I ask, after steadying myself. The man frowns at me and raises his hand.
For a second, I think he is going to hit me and I subtly step out of range but instead he starts doing sign language for, I'm sorry. I can't hear you. I'm deaf.
I quickly nod and move my hand to my chest. The man I bumped into raises his eyebrows when I make my hand into a fist and rub it in a circular motion across my chest.
Shit. I really hope that this actually means I'm sorry in ASL. I never learnt more than the basics and it's been a few years.
He repeats the movements before signing goodbye, I think, and continuing on his way.
"You can speak sign language now? Damn, Thomas is there anything you can't do" a voice teases with mock awe in his voice and I glower at Zeke.
"You're still following me around? You have an awful lot of free time to piss me off considering you co-own multiple businesses".
"Don't get confused, I have a lot of work to do but I'll do it when I want to. Not a moment sooner or later but you already knew that. Just like you know that I will always clear my schedule for you, habibti".
"You are such a cunt! Leave me the fuck alone. I don't need you" I cut him off before he can continue.
"I know and you love it really" he winks and my eyebrows scrunch together.
"Go and die in a hole, dickwad".
"I would but then who would piss you off?" He responds easily, crossing his arms over his chest causing his muscles to bulge. Show off.
"You're not special, I'm sure I could find someone else to do your self-designated job" I growl, knowing that devaluing what he did would hurt him the most, but he just laughs.
"'ana 'ukrihuk aydana 'ayuha alkhasir" he calls out but thankfully doesn't continue following me.
(Translation: I hate you too, loser)
I turn around and give him the middle finger before disappearing around the corner.
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Precious Sins
Romance"You act like you're indestructible, but you're not". "Guess you'd know best, huh?" - - - Elisia regina Thomas had a hard life growing up. Always in the spotlight because of her family but no one really knew her. She was just seen as another spoil...
