Chapter 8

• Charlotte’s POV
• I could not bear the feeling I was having inside. I felt broken and torn. I was confused and betrayed.
• No, I wasn’t having it. I had to find out what happened from my sister.
• She had been around but she had not said anything to me. She had not even told me that the kid she had brought into the room was her son.
• She had been cold to me and I had just woken up from a coma. I had expected her to be a bit kind towards me and not be cold. It hurt me to think about it.
• I wanted to confront her and ask her why she had changed but I knew I could not do that while I was in the hospital. I couldn’t leave the hospital until I was discharged.
• I had to find a way to get her to the hospital with me.
• “Hello?!” I called out to anyone who could hear me.
• A nurse heard my call as she entered the room, she was dressed in her blue scrubs.
• “Hello,” she said with a smile. “What do you want me to do for you?”
• “So I’m trying to call my sister but I don’t have a phone and there’s no one here to help me with that. I was wondering if you could help me with it.”
• “Oh of course. I’ll need to call your parents and ask for your sister if that is alright with you.”
• “Yes please,” I said as she exited the room.
• I laid back in my bed as I waited for the nurse to be done with the calls and give me feedback.
• The door opened and my sister walked right in without acknowledging me. She sat in a chair with her legs crossed.
• “You’re still around?” I wondered how she had gotten in so fast. “I thought you all went home.”
• “Mum wanted us all to stay in the hospital for a while. The nurse said you wanted to see me.”
• “I just want to know what happened,” I sighed.
• “What happened where?” She eyed me as I had said those words.
• “What happened when I was asleep. What happened between you and Marcus? I just want to know.”
• “Well, Marcus just realized that waiting for someone who was dying was a waste of time and chose me instead.
• “I mean, let’s face it, you were in a coma for more than a year, that’s enough time for people to move on and find someone else. Don’t play the victim here. You are not the victim.”
• I could not believe what I had heard from my own sister. She did not care about the fact that she was hurting me. She only wanted me to feel hurt and she was doing a great job at that.
• “You know, before I forget, I just want you to know that I don’t care about the fact that you and Marcus have dated before. All I care about is the fact that I am here and he’s mine now.
• “Marcus is mine and there is nothing you can do about it. So instead of beating yourself up and being rude to everybody around you, how about you fully recover and understand that the world does not revolve around you.”
• “When have I said that the world revolves around me? Why are you acting this way?”
• “I just want you to know that Marcus and I are together and I want you to come to terms with it very fast. Stop waiting for a miracle to happen.
• “Stop thinking that you’re in another dimension or a dream or an alternate reality where everything should be how you want it to be. Wake up and come to terms with it and know that I am married to Marcus and we both have a child together.”
• Jolted by my sister’s harsh response and uncaring attitude, anger brewed within me as I jumped out of bed, forgetting that I was still hooked to a machine. With everything in me, I lunged towards her ready to tear her to pieces.
• “You stupid…” I gritted my teeth as Cheryl pushed me to the ground, my arm bleeding from the place the IV had been ripped out from.
• I jumped to my feet ready to take her on as my sight started to fail with everything making me drowsy.
• I punched the air before me but fell forward. I heard her laugh behind me and this pissed me off even more.
• “Shouldn’t you be in bed thinking of your life and what you’ve missed over the three years you’ve spent sleeping in bed?” her voice came on strongly as I whipped my hand backwards smacking her in the face which sent her falling.
• She growled before jumping to her feet, slapping my face with her two hands grabbing the collar of my dress. I could feel the oxygen leaving my body as she slapped me continuously while I gasped for air and struggled to keep up the fight.
• I was not going to lose to her but that was not an option as I was still very weak and this was my first time standing on my feet.
• I could feel my feet wobbling as she rained insults on me while beating me around not caring if I was sick or not.
• I tried scratching her face as she bit my fingers which made me release a scream so loud I had a piercing headache from it.
• She tossed me around like a rag doll which had me rolling on the floor helplessly until I hit my back against the bedside.
• “Do you think I’m weak?” Cheryl laughed, wiping off the blood from her lips. “I can’t believe you made me bleed. Now I’ll show you what it feels like to have pain.”
• As she raised her hand to punch me in the face, someone held her back, throwing her away from me with extreme force.