part 13

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I feel weak and my head is spinning like a windmill. I was discharged after two days. In these two days Mr. Willim was beside me asking for many things that i want.

When i tried to walk i could not weigh my body and lost balance and was about to hit the floor but two arms caught me at the same time.

He picked me up in bridal style and i just was annoyed but am too weak to fight right now. I will be silent for now but i need to find some job. I just cant depend on someone just feel lazy not doing anything.
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I woke up with a swing as i was carried by Mr. Willims. Put me down please i can walk i said. He dint even look at me.

He placed me on my bed. I will shift as soon as i get a job Mr. Williams. He dint reply and he was so serious.

He left my room without a word. Did i hurt him? I just dont know what to do? in this situation. I got a bullet in the side if my stomach but why me? I dont have enemy's and i hardly know people here other than my classmates.

Why is it very difficult for me ? to stay here alone. I saw my mobile as i got a mail and its dinner time too. So i have successfully finished my graduation finally. I got an average of 96%. I am so happy.

I need to attend graduation ceremony next month in the meantime i will search for job.

I have to be strong and find myself a way to lead life on my own. I know Mr. Willim helped me in many ways. I just cannot just thank him and get over. I have to do something.

As i was in deep thoughts there was a knock on my door. Mary came with a tray of food. I  hardly could finish and felt sleepy. Next morning i woke up at 11 pretty late but i am too week to get out from bed. Mary helped me to bath and dress i saw myself in the mirror and i was horrified. You can see all my bones popping out i hardly am my self and i lost weight too i guess.

I had my two eggs and becon for breakfast. i had two glasses of water. i was prescribed diet as well by doctor at the hospital.  After two hours i had orange juice.

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