My head was still reeling from shock as the male nurse led me to the chair by my father’s bedside. I don’t think I could do it all over again. I might have been young when mom died but that doesn't mean that when I became old enough to understand what had happened to her, I didn't feel like this.
I sat down feeling numb. My dad, the strongest man I knew, was lying there, unconscious. A man I thought could never be defeated by the ills of the world was now being brutally defeated by cancer. If only cancer was human, I would have used my last drop of blood to rip it apart in the most painful way for causing me so much pain.
The pain that is currently clouding my mind was not one I could cure with drugs. It was like someone was squeezing my heart that had thorns in them. I could not control myself as the tears came cascading down like a waterfall whose gates had just been opened.
I don’t know how long I sat there crying, unable to control myself or even look at my dad for fear I may die of pain. I didn’t want to see him so weak and defeated. The doctor and the male nurse stood there awkwardly and just watched me cry out the tears. I thought I was exhausted but it seemed as though I had an endless supply of it.
I cried until it became too exhausting to do anything but whimper. This life was so fucking unfair to the good people in it. The good ones should never have to suffer like this. They should be allowed to live long.
“But how is it possible that he had been fighting this cancer for almost five years and not once did I suspect or even see him sick?” it was still so disbelieving to me. How was it that I had not once seen him terribly sick even once? Five years is an awful time to be sick and not one person would be aware.
“We didn’t think it would get this bad. The drugs seemed to be working just fine and he had not gotten to the stage where he would have needed chemotherapy. Everything just spiralled down so fast.” The doctor’s reply seems pathetic to me. How did you not notice that your patient’s condition was getting worse? Was he not competent?
Those questions were on the tip of my tongue but I held back for the sole reason that Dr Martin was someone my dad respected a lot. I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me, especially if he could hear me.
“When will he wake up?” I asked instead, finally getting the courage to look at my dad’s face. I shuffled the chair closer to Dad’s bed and took his hands in mine. They were so cold as though he was freezing so I adjusted his covers properly.
“We cannot say for certain but we hope he does soon. We promise you we are doing the best we can” There was no way he actually expected me to believe him when he looked like he didn’t believe those words himself
“Can I have a moment with him alone?”
“Of course, Come Gabriel” They both left the room including Duke. I had to look twice because I certainly did not see him. Had he been standing there the whole time? I should not be surprised though. That was one of Duke’s special abilities. He could be in a room and not be seen unless he wants to. I always envied him as a child and would always tell him to teach me his superpowers
When the last person, Gabriel, shut the door behind him, I let out a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts.
“Hey Dad, I don’t like seeing you like this, so unresponsive. It is scary. It reminds me too much of Mom and I don't like it.” I took a long pause, probably waiting for a reply that would not come.
“I am sorry for not coming home when you wanted me to. You probably knew that you would end up like this and wanted to spend so much time with me but I was being a brat as always. I feel so stupid now” The tears were threatening to drop but I held myself back and continued.
“I wonder if you feel so disappointed with me. I would be if I were you. I should have been by your side as you struggled but I was halfway across doing things that didn’t matter. I am such a disappointment”
“Hazel, you must not say such things to yourself. Your father would be furious if he heard you say such things to yourself” I turned to see Duke at the door. Just like I said earlier, he had the ability to move unnoticed so I wasn’t surprised that he had come back into the room but I was unable to hear him come in.
“But it is the truth Duke. he called me several times to come back home but I was being stubborn. I should have been here with him.”
“Don’t blame yourself any longer. We should be positive that the medications work so he can get better”
“I really hope it does” Not just hope, I was mentally on my knees praying that the medications work.
“Let’s get you to your room, you have to rest”
“I don’t want to leave Dad all by himself. I am not tired so I don't need to rest. ``I was not going to leave Dad alone any longer. I was going to be by his side till he opened his eyes.
“You will fall sick if you don't rest and eat properly. I am certain that you do not want to be ill by the time your father regains his consciousness?'' Well, he had a point there. I hated it when he was always right.
“Fine, I’ll eat something and rest but promise to call me as soon as Dad wakes up”
“I promise you’ll be the first person I call. Now run along, you must be exhausted” I was reluctant to leave but Duke had promised to call me so I guess I could hurry and get freshened up.
I hurried out of the room and made my way to the west wing of the mansion where my room was located. The door was clean and well organized which was a relief because it had been such a mess when I left it. I had not planned to go to Italy so I had turned my room upside down in a haste to pack so I could catch my flight. The trip was poorly planned. I don’t even know why I was in such a hurry to leave the house as though I was on a witch hunt.
My box was already in my room and it had been unpacked already. Usually, I did things like this, myself but since I was occupied with Dad, they used that opportunity to arrange my things. There was a knock on the door before I could undress. I yelled at the person to come in and Monica, one of the house helpers stuck her head through the door.
“Young mistress, would you like to eat here or downstairs?”
“Here would be just fine”
“Okay”
“Thank you” She left the room to probably get my food. I undressed and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. What had intended to be a short shower, ended up taking almost thirty minutes. I found myself going over my fears and worries and even delved into some disturbing theories of what might happen.
When I exited the bathroom, there was a food tray set up on my bed. I entered the walk-in closet and picked out sweatpants and a crop top. I put my blonde hair into a messy bun to get it out of my face. I studied my face in the mirror. My blue eyes had become so dull.
People usually called me a living doll or an AI. They said my face looked unrealistic and I would not lie when I said I loved the attention. My long wavy hair fell just above my waist, I had bright blue eyes which were big and doe-like and a small pointed nose and natural pouty lips which made me look younger than 24.
I would admit that I had used my face countless times to get my way in situations that I could not walk out of by myself. It was so much easier to get people to do what you wanted when you were pretty. I tried my best to make sure I didn't overdo it though.
I thought I was not tired but when I was stuffed with a good meal and was lying on my bed, I found myself drifting to sleep. Just before I was pulled into sleep I remembered that I had not gone to see Mum so I made a mental note to make sure I go visit her when I woke up.
She was buried just behind the house in a space that was restricted to everyone except those responsible for cleaning the area. I used to spend hours there when I was younger, reading the same books I read to her before she died. I would read her a book later as well and tell her everything.
I spent an hour reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince to my mom. It had been her favourite book in the series. I didn’t like to read much but only did it because mom loved them and I enjoyed reading to her just like I had just done. I read till I was tired before I closed the book and laid on the well trimmed grass beside her grave. At first, our staff found it creepy that I felt comfortable lying beside a grave but to me it was not just a grave but my mother’s bed. She was there and I never had to feel afraid when it came to her. I would spend hours here and it was always easier to talk to mom about issues I could never talk to Dad about. “Mom, Dad may be coming over to join you soon so you won't be lonely anymore. But I would be. Without the both of you here, it would be very lonely. Who would take care of me then?” I know I should not be so negative about Dad’s recovery but I can't help it. The situation was not looking good and it was better if I prepared myself mentall
I think I was ready to be an Olympic runner due to the number of times I had found myself sprinting due to one news or the other lately as a result of Dad. The moment the news had left the young lady’s lips, I found myself taking off in a race. The supposedly long distance to the house didn’t seem too far anymore as I made my way towards the house in a flash. When the staff saw me racing, some ran after me, probably guessing that there was news related to father and they also wanted to hear it since everyone had been on edge since he had been unconscious. I raced as fast as I could to my weak legs that were not used to so much work, not caring to check if the messenger had followed behind after I dashed off leaving her behind after her reveal. Does this mean Dad would be okay? His waking up has to mean something good right? It would probably mean he would make a full recovery, wouldn’t it? I did not want to allow room for negativity so I was making sure the negative questions that w
“This was my favourite photo of you. You looked like a real angel. I had to take that photo. There was so much love and adoration in Dad’s eyes as we looked at a picture of me when I was seven. I had to admit I was a real beauty as a child. It felt like I was staring at a human-sized Barbie doll. I had on a cute pink gown and my blonde hair was parked into a ponytail and my eyes seemed so blue as they sparkled with mischief. “It was a hassle to get you to stay still that day. You had way too much candy because your mom could never resist your puppy eyes and you knew it. We had to bribe you with a promise of another candy if you stayed still enough to take that photo” he smiled and ran his hands over the picture, taking in every little detail. “That was the best day ever. Mom had finally gotten that catering degree and made us a feast. I didn’t understand what it meant back then but I was happy because she was happy” “I loved her, you know, it killed me when she was taken so quickly
I did not go back to see Dad after I walked out due to anger. I made sure Agnes, the maid in charge of Dad, gave me updates about his health though. Even though I was angry, I was still scared of anything happening while I wasn’t there. I was currently lying in my bed where I had been since I walked out of my father’s room. I was starving because I was too angry to eat anything yesterday and now I was suffering as a result of my poor decisions. The movie I was watching suddenly seemed uninteresting as I remembered that I would be married to a man I had never seen. I tossed my phone to the side and rolled on my back so I could face the ceiling. Marriage may not be one of the things that I had sorted out but it still didn’t mean I wanted to just marry anyone. I was considering being single for the rest of my life and just adopting a kid or two so I won't end up alone and sad but now that option was out the door. I had spent all night searching for everything I could find about
I don’t think I have ever been this nervous in my life. I thought the most nervous I would ever get was when I was waiting for my admission letter but standing here in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet as I examined my outfit for the thousandth time, I could barely breathe. I told myself I didn’t care and I would not bother to try hard at all but when Mariam, one of the maids had told me that Atticus was around and Duke had requested that I make myself present in an hour, my body told a different story altogether. I hated that my body wasn't working with me as I tried to calm my nerves. The sweat in my palms seems to increase with every moment that passes despite the cold room. It was as if the air conditioner was no longer working or my body was rejecting the cold. I know I looked amazing but I had no intention to try and seduce the man just because I wanted him to treat me fairly. Atticus was not a stranger when it came to stunning women. I had seen pictures of him with
I was trying to make myself late on purpose. I was currently standing in the middle of my closet trying to decide what to wear or rather I was trying to make Josephine who was supposed to help me get ready think I was trying to figure out what I wanted to put on which was a lie. I was not thinking about what I was going to wear because at the end I was just going to grab the first outfit I could find. I was just trying to get myself to believe that I was really getting married. My wedding was nothing like I would have imagined it if I ever had to think about what my dream wedding would be because there was none. It felt useless to get angry over the logical reason why there was no wedding but it still irritated me and made my annoyance for Atticus grow. He didn’t want to have any wedding so we were just going to be signing the papers and the lawyers were going to take care of the rest. Dad told me that he insisted on no wedding because doing one with Dad’s condition wasn’t the ri
It's been three days since Atticus walked out after we signed the marriage certificate and there had been no contact from him at all. Not that I was expecting any form of communication with him or anything but somehow for reasons unknown to me, I felt a little ache at being so blatantly tossed aside because that was what it was, he didn't need to do anything for me and he didn't owe me anything. He was obviously letting me know he didn’t care and that’s to be expected since we were strangers and I hated myself for feeling a bit irritated. I dropped the cloth I had been using to wipe Dad’s cold and still body. He was running a temperature so I decided to clean him with a cold cloth to see if I could reduce the fever. He had been unconscious since yesterday and I had made sure not to leave his side. I wanted to be the first person he sees when he wakes up anytime I’m sure I smelled terrible since I haven't taken a shower since yesterday but I didn’t care at all. I was too scared to
Someone was shaking me awake and it was getting annoying. I swatted the hand away again for the thousandth time but it came back just like it did the numerous times I had tried to get rid of it. I wish I could open my eyes and the person so hard they would find it difficult to get their bearings for a week but I had to open my eyes first and I was too tired to open them. I had been by Dad’s side for almost a week without sleep, waiting to see if he would wake up but he didn’t. Just like he did before, Duke had to force me to get some sleep and that was about an hour ago. The moment I hit my bed after taking a much-needed shower, I could almost kiss Duke in appreciation as I realized I was on the brink of death with how exhausted my body was. The delay in Dad’s consciousness was taking a toll on the staff and their hope was slowly fading away with time. They seemed to have given up altogether because they had heard he was not getting better so now all they did was throw me sympatheti