BEWARE The Cowboy [BWWM]

Chapter 33 - Mysterious Stranger

Hey Rom-Cubs,

A lot of the comments on chap 32 "Damn". Honestly, at this point if I were reading this clause in a fellow author's book I'd most like be pulling on my hair. No kidding!

What I'm trying to say?

I fully understand your emotions at this point. And for those of you who want to yank my chain for cliffhangers ... When you see a cliffhanger it's usually when my creative juices need to recharge. Hahaha XD

Anyway enough with that!

Here we go ...

The Thirty-third installment.

I hope your questions are clarified. If not, inbox me or comment on this chap and I will try to clarify.

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•• REILLY's POV •

Why was everyone looking at me that way? I sat up in my gown on a hospital bed perplexed as to how I ended up here to begin with. I couldn't recall anything before the moment I opened my eyes. It was so confusing. Why couldn't I remember anything?

Dr. Christian Dean, the doctor on call, came in earlier to explain my condition. He informed me that I'd been brought in the other night unconscious and wounded by a bullet lodged near my right side. A sickening feeling stirred within my core thenceforth. When the realization hit that I couldn't remember my recent past until that moment earlier today I couldn't help the tears that betrayed my eyes.

I'd opened my eyes for the first time after the surgery. So any and everything I'd ever done up until the moment I'd opened my eyes had been either suppressed or was now gone. And what of this of this Gerard guy? Who on earth was he and why had he been in my room claiming to be in love with the likes of me? What could I possibly offer for him to come to such a bazaar conclusion? That had not been the utterance of anyone in my life. Or at least the parts that I remember.

Dr. Dean had explained that by forces beyond the reach of medical doctors the bullet had not punctured any vital but because of the blunt force trauma to my head I would have trouble recalling recent undertakings. That it was a miracle I was even here. At that precise moment, I'd felt so alone.

The band-aid at my side reiterated my predicament. Why was this happening to me? Why had I been shot and been dealt trauma to my head. My head throbbed as I struggle to remember what had put me in the hospital bed.

There were people outside my room looking in with curious eyes. At the moment, I felt like a tiny speck under their lingering gaze. They monitored my every move making me feel like I had been quarantined. It unnerved me the way they scrutinized me with such expectations that I couldn't surpass.

At the forefront was Gerard - the guy claiming to love me. As disturbing as it was I searched his gaze with hope of feeling some form of familiarity in this lonely hospital but all I caught was the sadness in his eyes and I felt that I had disappointed both him and myself.

I closed my eyes fighting back the tears that again begun to form. I looked away unable to hold them any longer. Turning on my side, I curled into a foetal position opposite my audience scoping the progressing day outside. The sun was blazed dominating the sky. There was one thing I could recall. The radiating star.

I heard the door click not caring at the moment who'd breached the threshold. I heard the rolling of a chair until the man obscurred my view of outside. It was Gerard, he studied me for a bit. I didn't turn away but I noticed that he to was a patient.

I studied him a bit myself. He was quite gorgeous to say the least. His hair was a burnt shade of brown and his eyes were a startling grey. There was no sign of ageing on his face. He looked solid all over and muscular. His chin was adorned with a whisper of stubble that I couldn't help but find attractive.

Why would anyone so attractive to the opposite sex find an interest in me? Moreover love a girl like me? How could anyone love someone they didn't know or understand? I had yet to find the answer to any if only one of those questions which plagued me. His grey eyes never left me once since I sat here in bed.

"Reilly," He hesitantly laced his fingers through mine. "Everything is going to be alright."

I couldn't help the tears that flooded my sights at his words. It may not be so but he was the only person since I'd been awake to offer comforting words. I didn't realize just how much I needed to hear it before he'd said them to me.

His calloused hands gently grazed my cheeks wiping my tears and I sat up pulling him into a hug. I didn't care if he was strange to me. I needed him right now. He immediately stood moving to the side of my bed wrapping his arms around my quivering form pulling me closer to him. His hand ran soothingly over my hair.

"It's alright baby let it all out," He cooed.

At his words, I sobbed uncontrollably into the chest of his gown holding tightly to him for dear life. He didn't seem to mind as tears from my eyes soaked his garment.

I couldn't help but to wonder where was my father at this point in time. Hadn't he heard what had happened to me ... to his daughter? Or was that just a title I was born into that could go overlooked? It had been hours since I was aware of my being in the hospital yet he made no appearance? I didn't forget the physical abuse he'd subjected me to all those years ago but right now I just needed my father ... my daddy. Yet this poor stranger had to step in to console someone he'd just met.

The notion evoked more tears than I'd imagined as the man kneeding his hands into my back soothingly as I gripped at his garment unable to control myself. Several people whom I didn't know were outside my door and yet he couldn't be here? It would have been nice to know that he cared enough to put down the booze and come see his daughter who nearly died. Yet to think of such a development would be labelled a fantasy. Did he ever love or care about me ... or was it just a job ... a duty?

For the umpteenth time since I opened my eyes, I wish my mother was here but this kind stranger would have to do. There was no feeling like being unloved and alone in the world but he subsidize it if even a little. Once I was able to compose myself, I released my grip on him embarrassed at my spectacle.

A short while after he released me, cupping my face and wiping my tears away. I felt alarmed that he was that close to me and reclined into the uncomfortable bed. For some reason, I missed his warmth but I ignored the feel studying him once again.

"What happened to you, if ... you don't mind me asking?" He sat in the seat holding my gaze.

"I'm here for saving a woman I didn't deserve." He stared deep into my eyes making me feel uncomfortable. So this guy was a flirt. Stringing along many women or was that just the mistake impression I got? How could he claim to be in love with me yet imply he had feelings for another.

"What was your name again?" I asked a bit angered at the notion.

"My name is Gerard ... Gerard Grant." He offered a smile that curled my toes but I ignored it to annoyed with him at the moment.

"So you like playing games with women Gerard Grant?" I asked. His smile dropped as he appeared taken aback by my questioning.