Forbidden Love

Chapter 2 - Remarried?

"He's in a coma. I'm sorry."

Those words kept repeating themselves in my brain. I did not know how to stop them. I don't even think I could. The words slowly ate my body, pulling the life out of me. My dad, my precious hard working dad is in a coma, something no one could control. As I lay there, on the chair, looking like a loose doll, all the memories of me and my dad came back. The time when he thought I had run away. I could hear his cries calling out my name. I thought it would be funny, to hide from him, but it backfired. I got punished but not before we had a good laugh.

The way his pupils shrank and filled up with tears broke my heart. He reminded me of me. When my mother left.

Right now, I was more than happy to know that he was just messing with me. Getting me back for hiding from him. Hoping that he would burst through those doors with a huge white smile plastered on his face. I played that scenario back and back, hoping and praying that it would come true.

But nothing.

The doors never opened. My dad never walked up to me. He didn't show me his perfect white teeth as he's smiling. Nothing.

Nothing but the commotion of nurses walking here and there. People in the waiting room with their heads between their hands. Martha simply saying that everything was going to be okay, when in reality, we both knew that was a lie.

My dad had fractured his spine when the other car collided with his. The doctor is almost certain that he will never be able to walk again.

"Jaime, let's get something to eat. We've been here for a while." Martha whispers down at me. I know she's just trying her best to be strong for me but at the moment, I want nothing more than to punch her.

If she hadn't given my dad that job, if she hadn't agreed to let us stay here, my dad would be fine right now. He would be smiling at me, walking towards me. Not in some stiff bored room with nothing but tubes connected to him.

Martha gently places her hand on my right shoulder but I shake it off. I don't want her touching me. This is all her fault. "Jaime, sweetie- "

"Stop talking!" I yell. She's taken back and slowly retrieves back on her chair. 5 minutes of awkward silence and she finally decides to leave. I don't know where and to be completely honest, I don't care.

I shift on my seat once she's out of sight. Feeling a little more comfortable, I stretch my arms above my head. "Are you Jaime Jeyfin?" A thin white lady asks. She's got on the hospital nursing uniform so she must work here. I nod, retrieving my arms. "Place come with me." She orders. I just stare at her but within seconds she's already walking away. I quickly get up and follow behind her pace.

"In here. Someone will shortly be with you." She boringly explains and closes the door. I don't even get a chance to ask who. I roam around and notice that I'm actually inside an office. There are no windows which gets me paranoid, but I try to relax. I sit on one of the black chair that's in front of a brown wooden desk. I start counting the seconds out of boredom.

Why would the nurse even bring me here? An office isn't somewhere you take a 16 year old girl who's dad is in a coma. What if something bad happened to my dad and this was their way of telling me? I start freaking out but soon hear the doorknob turning. I jump and turn around to face the door.

A tall white man in a black suit appears. He has a brief case with him which I'm confused about. The doctor that broke the news about my dad to me and Martha soon follows behind. The last person to enter is Martha with a sad look in her eyes. I freeze as I notice all these adults in here.

"Hello Jaime. My name's Greg Polling." The man in the suit introduces himself. He extends his hand out and I take it in mine. "I heard about your dad's critical condition. My prayers go out to you." He sincerely says. I nod and smile, not knowing how to respond. The doctor takes his seat behind the desk and motions Greg to the seat to me. Martha stays standing up behind my chair, casually petting my hair.