I called Daniel and told the rest of the men to stop searching, He drove the car and parked it closer. I've been muttering words of insurance in her ear, but she didn't stop crying, she didn't feel like her. It felt like I was carrying a stranger and not my Zhaian.
I don't know how to explain it, she just felt different somehow somewhere.
I have my little princess back, but it feels like I am carrying a dead corpse.
. . .
"What happened to her?" The balding Asian man asked after he finished inspecting her visible wounds. "I believe that is nothing you should be concerned about." I sigh. He may be the best doctor I have, but he is nosy as hell. "Considering I am her doctor at the moment I think I should know-"
"Just do your job, sir." I cut him off. He nods with a defeated sigh.
"She is very weak and lacks energy, like she hasn't been eating, any mental illnesses involved?"
"No."
"Okay... the wounds on her feet are really deep and some of them have been infected. It will take time for them to fully heal, so make sure she doesn't stand on her feet for the next three to four days and change the bandages regularly. Apply the ointment and please... feed her."
I grew up with this man and he thinks I'm cruel. Why does everyone assume I'm cruel? Do I look like someone who's cruel?
I roll my eyes internally and watch him leave the room.
I take a sit beside her and watch her, she had dressed bandages on her face, her lip was busted and she had bags under her eyes.
She looks beautiful. Injured or not, she's still my girl.
And I love h—
I stop my thoughts, snapping back into reality.
What?
There is no such thing as love, I don't love Zhaian, I just have separation anxiety and I don't her away from me. Maybe I'm a little obsessed but that's about it.
I don't love her. I just like her and like being around her more than I would prefer. She just happens to be the best person in my life who I like the most. I don't love her. I don't love anything.
I don't see myself saying anything about love to anyone. I don't think I'm capable of doing so.
I brush her soft hair out of her face and run my thumb through her soft skin.
I missed her so much, I missed seeing her smile, hearing her cheerful voice, and looking into her beautiful eyes. I don't know how I planned to just dump her and move on with my life before, but now I know it's impossible. I cannot breathe when she is not near, I feel trapped and overwhelmed without her. I don't know how I survived these few weeks without burning every inch of this world to find her.
Volkov is going to get what he was searching for. I left his stupid girlfriend and wife go, but I kept him. He's alive, barely, he's not going to be dead for a long, long time.
She stirs, her eyes pinching together and her brows farrowing. My heart speeds up suddenly.
What will I say to her first? What if she hates me, what if she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore—
"No, no, no, I'm sorry— I won't do it again, don't touch me— no, no—" She fights herself on the small bed and I get up from my chair and hold her down so she doesn't hurt herself.
"Breathe, baby breathe." I hold her hands together and move her hair out of her face. "That's it," I coax. "Breathe for me, sweetheart. I'm right here."
I snap out of my dream with the sound of his voice. I don't want to open my eyes.
I'm afraid this could be one of the times whereby my mind deceives me and traps me into thinking my happy ending is near. The same that happens to me every single morning.
But it actually turns out I'm surrounded by greasy old men.
Except this time I feel him touching me, I can smell him, and feel his presence somewhere really close.
I slowly open my eyes, patiently waiting for fate to disappoint me once again. For my destiny to take another turn that will scar me.
I see him, he's touching me, he's looking at me, he looks worried. My breathing stops when realisation sets in.
I see him.
And my heart does this little tap dance that makes me stop breathing because if I do, I'll cry harder than a motherfucker. I forget everything that he's put me through and I resist my wobbly lips. I want to hug him, I want to lay my head on his chest and feel his heart beat.
He doesn't want you.
He's only here because he feels bad... he has another girl, remember that call?
He doesn't need you.
That's all it takes for my emotions to stop rushing at once. I only felt one thing for him; mutuality.
He has already moved on and I can't weep forever, I need to find the woman who is behind all this trafficking of young girls, I don't the time to sit around and cry about getting raped or getting cheated on by the man I loved.
I'm stronger than that.
And at the end of the day, no one will fucking care, so what's the point of crying?
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I think she has BPD
BUT ANYWAYS YALLLLLLLL.
I THINK I HAVE A MAN😍😋.
NAH COS WATXH
Ima gobble his shit rn.
HE WNATS ME FR LIKE WHAT😭🤤🤤
DO YALL THINK HES IN LOVE OR IS HE PLAYING ME (IDK I LOVE HIM AND I SWEAR IF HE DOESNBTSTIP IM GONNA GIVE HIM THE SLOPPIEST HEAD HE'LL EVER EXPERIENCE)
He's so wattpad and bbg AND he looks like a cigarettes are sex song🤤
HE RIZZED ME UP ON INSTA AND I GAVE HIM MY NUMBERS AND HE AHHHH😭
I'll treat this like my personal diary from now on😓 I don't want to tell my friend bc she'll come with her "gimme his number lemme test his loyalty" typa shit and I just can't.
He's the enemies to lovers book with the marriage of conscience and all
I LOVE YALL SMMMMMMM❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ BUT YOURE THE BEST PEOPLE IN MY LIFE RN AND I LOVE WRITING THIS BOOK FOR YALL COS YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPPPPPPPYYYYYTTYYYYYYYYYY❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I drank so much😭
I'm gonna edit this chapter later next week if I'm sane bc this man is driving me insane.