Chapter 3

• I wondered why everyone had suddenly turned cold when Cheryl walked in.
• There had to be an explanation for it.
• “Whose child is that?” I asked her as she avoided my gaze causing me to frown. “I just woke up to find out from mum and dad that I have been in a coma for three years.
• “The least you can do is tell me a hi or answer my questions.”
• Cheryl sighed as she gave a fake smile before touching the toddlers head.
• “That’s your sister's baby boy,” mum said to me with a smile on her face.
• “Oh,” I said. “Congratulations. I wonder what else I have missed while being in this bed.”
• No one said anything after that as the tense room started to irritate me even more.
• “I don’t know which is worse, the deafening silence or the screams of patients from the other rooms,” I noted as I itched for answers. “If someone doesn’t start talking, I might actually start having ideas and it wouldn’t be funny ones.”
• I had been happy to see Cheryl and all she could do was send me a vague smile and nothing more. This disturbed me so much.
• We used to be close from what I could remember. What had happened between us? Was it because of the coma? I was finally awake, that did not need to be a hindrance between us anymore.
• Marcus slowly walked away from my bedside to stand in the middle of the room. With my sister standing by the edge of the room and Marcus standing in the middle, it made me feel on edge.
• “Is everything okay?” I asked expecting a reply but I got nothing.
• I found the toddler reaching out for Marcus as the chilling sound of a baby crying hit my ears.
• “Dada,” the baby cried, getting me shocked at what I just heard. What had just happened, I asked myself as I looked at the toddler. Cheryl and Marcus? Was this a joke or had I really heard properly?
• Dread filled me up as I did not need to be told of what had happened while I had been in a coma.
• I looked at his hand to find a wedding band on it and my eyes immediately shifted to my sister's hand to find an identical wedding band on hers.
• My sister and my fiancé had gotten married and had a child while I had been in a coma.
• No wonder everyone was on edge and did not want to say anything to me. I had nothing to say now that I had found out the truth and everything had dawned on me.
• This hurt me more than anything but I did not know how to react or what to say.
• In case they had not noticed, their silence had been loud enough to let me know of the marriage between my fiancé and Cheryl. Telling me would have made the suspense a bit more bearable.
• The memories of the love I had shared with Marcus, the places we had visited and the promises we had made to each other started rushing back as I felt my shock turn into rage and then anger.
• I was hurt by what I was seeing as hot tears started to escape from my eyes.
• I struggled to escape from the bed as my mother and father held me back.
• “Please stay in the bed,” mother advised as Marcus started to come closer to help me relax but this only got me in a fit.
• “Stay away from me!” I yelled in a fit of rage. Tired of struggling I laid back in bed just as the doctor I had seen when I had awoken entered the room.
• “Alright, I’m afraid I’ll have to tell everyone to leave,” the doctor said with a stern voice. “The patient needs her rest and she won’t have it if everyone is making her scream and shout.”
• Everyone nodded in unison as they filed out of the room with Cheryl being the first and my mother being the last.
• When they were gone and the doctor was alone in the room with me, I burst into tears, wondering why everything had gone the way it was going.
• I could not believe that my twin sister had gotten married to my fiancé.
• I wanted to not blame her for doing it but I could not stop being selfish at this point.
• I had lost everything. I had been clinging onto Marcus as the only hope I had after waking up just for that to be gone too.
• There was nothing left for me anymore. Everything had gone. Time had taken everything away from me.
• Bursting into more tears, the doctor rounded my bed to sit beside me with a hand on my hand.
• “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he said with his deep sultry voice which was soothing to hear.
• “I can’t stand all of them right now,” I said with hot tears still flowing down my face.
• “If you keep crying, you’ll be causing more complications for yourself,” he said with his brows knitted into a worry.
• And there it was, the resemblance to someone I had seen a few minutes ago.
• He looked eerily similar to Marcus. The semblance was uncanny. There was no mistake about it.
• “I’m sorry,” I said with my face filled with tears. “But have we met before? I can’t help but think that you look like someone I know.”
• He gave a grin as he stood up with his arms spread apart.
• “Is it that obvious that we look alike?” he asked as I shook my head in confusion wondering what he was talking about.
• “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only asked that question because you looked similar to… him,” I said the last word with a venomous tone.
• “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized. “My name is Taevon Cooper. And I am Marcus’s brother.”
• This was surprising to me.