Chapter 7

• Marcus’s POV
• I watched her scream at the top of her lungs and I wished I could aid with her pain but I knew she would not understand me.
• Trying to explain myself was a waste of time and I had told her that. Maybe I should have been brutally honest with her instead of keeping things away from her. It was for the best as she would not have to worry about a lot of things anymore.
• But I only wanted her to know that her sister was in safe hands. I did miss Charlotte and I wanted her in my life.
• “Charlotte,” I called her name at the door but I could tell that she was mad. She was blinded by rage. If she was a character in a book, I would describe her as being a creature capable of getting fire and lightning out of her nose.
• She gave me one look and my heart skipped a beat. She was fuming where she sat.
• “Get out!” She yelled with all her might as her screams reverberated in the room before moving out in the hallways. “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!”
• I could see the stares from the doctors and nurses around as they judged me without even knowing me. Maybe I deserved it but it was still beyond my ability.
• To avoid the nurses calling up security I decided to leave the hospital.
• Closing the door behind me, I started for the elevator which would take me to the ground floor of the hospital.
• “Hold it!” I yelled when I saw the elevator doors closing and a kind nurse reached for it in time, holding the doors open for me to get in.
• “Thank you,” I said to her with a smile.
• “You’re welcome,” she said with an accent. “Where are you going?”
• “Ground floor,” I sighed as she pressed it.
• “My floor too,” she chuckled just as I zoned off.
• I closed my eyes, about to think of how my life had been going when the doors opened signifying to me that I was to leave the elevator.
• “Thank you,” I thanked the woman once again before heading for the exit of the hospital.
• I felt a pang of pain as I exited the hospital. I wished I had told her what I had in mind but I also did not want to hurt her.
• She just woke up from a coma, I had no idea how the hospital things worked but I did know that complications could arise if she got angry and acted like how typical Charlotte would behave.
• She had anger issues, only God knew what she would do if I had told her what I wanted to tell her earlier.
• As I walked on the sidewalk, I started to reflect on how my life had been going for the past three years while she was in a coma.
• Charlotte and I had been a few weeks away from our fairytale wedding when tragedy had struck.
• I had fallen in love with her immediately. I had seen her during our last year in Harvard. How I had not seen her during my fresher years was beyond me as I could bet on my life that she was hard to miss.
• We had started dating, studying together and going to parties together and we had planned how our lives would go after graduation.
• We were so madly in love with each other I could tell that nothing was capable of breaking us apart.
• At least, that was what I thought until the accident.
• I had been in the market picking out things for thanksgiving when my phone had rung. It had been her sister calling to tell me that Charlotte had been involved in a ghastly accident that had claimed three lives.
• I dropped everything I had purchased that day in the market and ran to the hospital.
• On getting there I asked the nurses for her room and I was led there.
• I entered her room in time to find the doctor telling her parents that her chances of survival were closer to zero.
• I could not hold myself from crying as I paced to her bedside to see her cleaned wounds. She was sleeping peacefully on the bed but I didn’t want that for her, I wanted her awake with me.
• The words of the doctor had plunged me into a very dark place. I was sad, angry and I wanted something that would help me to ease the pain. That was where Cheryl came in.
• She looked eerily like her sister that I called her Charlotte by mistake on one occasion but that did not piss her off, instead she was kind to me and she was very okay with the idea of me laying on her shoulders that day.
• Little by little I started to fall for Cheryl’s machinations as she was a tricky creature. She played on my emotions and tricked me into sleeping with her a few months later.
• I had forgotten all about our fling until she called to see me on a fateful morning only for me to show up and she revealed that she was pregnant with my baby.
• Now I could not deny my baby so I had accepted to take full responsibility for the baby but Cheryl didn’t stop there. She also wanted me to marry her.
• I wanted so badly to say no to her demands but I had no choice. I got married to her and a few years later, I was paying for the price of my mistake. A one night stand caused me to be stuck in a position I had not wanted to be in.
• Seeing Charlotte awake reminded me of the costly mistake I had made and I knew I would not be able to take back what I had done.