Chapter - 42

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With my arms crossed over my chest, I tried to ignore - once more - how the cafeteria at the hospital was freezing cold. I’d plundered for a minute or two, upon coming into the lunchroom, as to how they could keep this one large room so cold. However, the second the amazing smell of food enveloped me, I pushed aside the thoughts of the cold air.

Yet, now, as my eyes scanned over the food for the hundredth time, I felt my appetite leave me. Nothing sounded good and just the thought of eating something made me feel like I was about to be sick. So, instead of buying some food, I shoved the ten dollar bill mother gave me into my left front pocket. I took a seat at one of the many empty tables in the lunchroom as I, also, decided I wasn’t going to go back to Peter’s room for a while, so he can visit with Dad and Mom.

Looking down at the forest green table before me, I wondered what the hell Peter was going to do about Misty.

Plus, what was up with him skipping from the story of Misty to the person that hit us? I mean they have nothing in common-

My body sat rigid ... “No, she wouldn’t have.” I thought out loud as I wondered if Peter was hinting at the fact that Misty was pregnant with his child and she was the one that hit us that night. I continued to remain frozen in my seat as I thought it all out in my mind.

It made sense as to why he wouldn’t want to go to the police. He didn’t want her behind bars and pregnant with his baby. However, that bitch deserved a million and one life sentences if she was the one that hit us.

My hands clenched into a tight fist.

“Ella-Da-Bella?” A voice spoke a millisecond before I was going to get up from my seat and go on a witch hunt.

Calming down a slight notch, I looked forward to see Ian standing before my table with a tray of food in his hand. He smiled warmly, and sat down across from me.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “What are you doing here?” I questioned Ian.

“My mother’s sister, you know, the one with cancer?” I nodded, “Well, she has taken a turn for the worse and is here.” He pushed his tray to the center of the table. “Hungry?”

My eyes looked over at his tray to see he had gotten a huge plate of fries. They looked really good as the fluorescent lights overhead reflected off the grease that coated each fry. However, it just wasn’t pleasing to my stomach. “I’m good,” I replied as I pushed the tray back towards Ian.

He gave a deep frown the second the tray was back in its original place before him. “Stressed?” He asked me as he grabbed a fry. Popping it in his mouth he awaited a reply.

“Huh?”

“When you get stressed, sometimes, you don’t eat. I was questioning if now was one of those times.” Ian answered before he started to shove more fries into his mouth.

I nodded in reply, “Yeah, I guess ... and I am sorry to hear about your aunt. I know you care about her and considered her a second mom to you.”

Ian nodded, “Thanks ... wait - how do you know I think of her as a second mom?” He looked puzzled for a second before allowing his facial features to mellow out. “You got your memories back,” He stated more than questioned with a grim sounding tone.

“Yep.”

Looking at me, Ian leaned back in his seat and sighed. “Now that you have your memories back, there is something I want to tell you, Elle.”

“What is it?”

Ian rubbed the back of his neck in a, almost, nervous state. “I lied to you. When we had sex, it meant more to me then I let on. I - I didn’t like how we agreed to be friends afterwards. I wanted - no, scratch that - I want more than a friendship with you.”

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