Chapter 6

• Charlotte’s POV
• I awoke from my slumber as I looked at the IV that was injected into my arm. I wished I could rip it off as I would usually see in the movies but it was a risky thing to do and I could lose blood and die from doing so.
• Okay maybe I was being a bit dramatic, I wouldn’t really lose blood and die from it but I definitely would not be doing great after making such a risky and stupid move. I had to be careful with the way I did things or I would be moved from the ward to the ICU for my stupid acts.
• Looking around the room, I started to recollect what had happened and I started to feel bad.
• I started to cry because everything around me got me back to the place I was before I slept off. I started to remember the conversation I had had with Marcus and my parents.
• It wasn’t much of a conversation really, with me shouting and some might say overreacting but I was hurt.
• I had lost everything in my life after staying in a coma for three years. That was three years of my life that I was never going to get back and it hurt to think of all the losses I had gained over the years.
• Now even my own fiancé had gone. I was all alone to the core. I had no one to call my own.
• I could feel my tears falling as I let the tears flow out while I cried out in anger and pain. I cried for a long time, not minding how long it was.
• I had lost everything when I fell into that coma. Now, all I had to do was cry. That was all I could do, that was all I had going for me, my tears.
• I couldn’t believe that I had woken up to a reality where Marcus was not with me.
• All the promises I had made with him, they were all nothing but memories now. They were all gone. There was nothing left anymore.
• Someone knocked on the door as I looked to see him standing outside with the door ajar.
• “May I come in?” Marcus asked, looking as handsome as ever. He really knew how to make a woman swoon. How could I refuse the man I had loved for so long?
• I had not expected to wake up to this reality, but unfortunately, here I was, living in that abominable reality I so despised.
• When I had woken up, I had wished to not be in a world where Marcus was with my sister. I had not really thought about it as I was still disoriented at first but it had been there… somewhere.
• “Whatever,” I found myself saying as he nodded, taking his time to walk into the room with his hands clasped behind his muscular body.
• I had missed being in his arms and…
• “Charlotte, I’m really sorry,” he said with an apologetic tone. I didn’t need his pity, I was doing fine on my own before he walked in.
• Yes, I was crying but it didn’t mean that I could not recover from the shock of finding out that my twin sister had a child with my fiancé.
• On a more truthful tone, I didn’t even know if I could recover. How was I going to live in a world where he existed but not our love?
• “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he went on. “I just… it sort of happened and I really apologize for it.”
• “Why did you marry Cheryl?” I had to know. It was not going to be over until I had the truth in my hands. That way I could find out if he was worth forgiving.
• I could find myself fuming in anger but it was still not enough for I wanted him to pay for making me feel this way.
• How would he feel if he was to wake up from a three year coma and find out that I was married? I’m pretty sure he would not be happy about it but he didn’t think about me. All he wanted to do was satisfy his urges.
• “I feel that explaining myself to you would only make me look like a liar,” he said, settling into a chair.
• “And what makes you say that?” I said in a low tone, my hands grabbing and squeezing the sheets which covered me up.
• “Well, for starters, you do that thing with your eyes when you are angry.”
• “I am not angry.”
• He scoffed, “Oh yes you are Charlotte.”
• “Would you… get on with it? Give me a reason why you and my sister are married.” I had neither the time nor the patience to spend laughing with him.
• I missed his laughter but not when it only reminded me of what I would be missing if he was to leave me for my sister. I would have nothing but pain and agony.
• “Like I said earlier, saying anything to you would only make me a liar.” He looked away from me before returning his gaze to where I laid. “Look Charlotte I know how much you love your sister and I do not want to get in between you and her.
• “All I can tell you right now is that you should not worry about your sister and I for we are doing great.”
• “That wasn’t what I asked you,” I could feel my temper rising.
• “Charlotte…”
• “Don’t you dare! You are a fucking liar and I want you out of here immediately! Get out!”
• This got him to his feet as he started to leave. When he got to the door, he turned back.
• “Charlotte…”
• “Get out!” I yelled. “And I never want to see you ever again. I don’t care if you get hit by a bus, just never come back again! Fuck off and never come back!”