Sweet Revenge

XIX

I'm not going to spend another second in here.

"Ms Williams, sit down please. You risk to blow your stitches and loose more blood"
The doctor said trying to take my arm but I gave him a threatening look that made him withdraw his hand just in time.
"I will not stay here another second, give me the resignation documents."
I said looking the man dead in the eyes almost daring him to contradict me.

"Miss you can't leave yet, I have to change the bandage and do other checks"
He said almost with a trembling voice and, to make him understand once and for all that he wouldn't change my mind I tore the needle from my arm, drops of blood dropping on the floor but I didn't really care.

I know he's just doing his job but I really couldn't stay in there anymore, there were too many memories that bind me to hospitals.
Bad memories.

"Kyla listen to the doctor, please"
Axel told me and although I would have listened to him in another time at that moment no one would have made me change my mind, not even him.

Not taking my eyes off the frightened man in front of me, I repeated my words again, this time marking them well.
"I'm not. staying. here. another. second."

"Miss Williams, you will do what the doctor tells you. You won't leave this hospital until they give you permission."
Mr. Nicolai spoke advancing towards me with every single word until we were face to face but still he came closer causing me to fall and sit back down on the bed.

I glared at him and said something i was sure would bring me trouble later on but I didn't give two flying fuck, not at that moment at least.

"Or what?"

The room went so quiet I could even hear my heartbeat.
Mr. Morello placed both arms on the bed trapping me. He then brought his face so  close to mine that I could feel his minty breath caressing my face.
"You will regret it"
He told me not breaking his gaze from mine.
My lips parted a little, and despite how hard I tried words didn't come out of my mouth.
He then licked his lips and I automatically followed that movement, resulting almost dazzled by it.

Taking my silence like absinthe he got up and without giving me another glance he turned and left the room.

I stayed there in disbelief, still processing what just happened.

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Finally, after a whole day in that hospital doing checks, they let me go.
Once I reached the mansion I immediately went inside and headed for my room, gently I took off my clothes and jumped in the shower to get rid of the smell of that place I hated so much.

I washed myself careful not to get the bandage that protected my still fresh wound get too wet.
Once finished I decided to treat my hair with some products that I had in my bag.

I let the product act while in the meantime I dried and changed the bandage on my side.
Then I got dressed, put on some black sweatpants and a white crop top with no bra underneath.

Then I got on the bed and turned on my laptop and started one of my favorite movies, Mr. & Mrs Smith.

I swear Angelina Jolie makes me question my heterosexuality sometimes.

Now that I think about it I have never even thought about what my true sexual orientation could be, I mean, I have spent the last six years practically surrounded by men and I have not even considered the possibility of being able to have another orientation besides the straight one.
The thought of kissing a girl doesn't seem so upsetting to me and I actually wouldn't mind it like ... at all.

Anywaysss. Let's focus on that fine ass of  Angelina Jolie for now.

After about half an hour from the start of the movie the timer reminded me that it was time to remove the cream from my hair, so I went to the bathroom and rinsed my hair in the sink.

I put a mousse and dried them with the diffuser so as not to ruin my curls.
Once finished I have to say that the result is amazing, now my hair was shiny, defined and smelled really good.
Leaving a satisfied sigh I looked in the mirror for a while, when my eyes stopped at my erected nipples that could be seen from the white top I felt like doing something I have always wanted to do which is getting my nipples pierced and maybe even get some tattoos.

Biting my lip lightly at the thought, a smile appeared on my lips. I wanted to do something different, for a new beginning; I wanted to do something for me and me only.

My smile however dropped when I saw the clock through the mirror and realizing that I was almost late for dinner, so I made a high ponytail with locks of free curls that contoured my face, put on my pair of black glasses and wore white nikes.
I left my room and walked, although slowly, towards the dining room.