Taming Demi's Mom (ONGOING)

Chapter 44

(Warning: Don't read this chapter until the previous chapter was updated. It was currently on review.)

{VICTORIA}

I POSITIONED myself on the side of the building near its entrance. Thankfully, the security guards didn't ask me to leave. I had just finished lunch, and the intense rays of the sun were focused on my spot. Despite the discomfort and pain on my skin, I endured it. I didn't care if I got tanned skin or looked haggard. The important thing for me is to be able to talk to Jackson.

Not a second passed without me taking my eyes off the entrance of the building and the people coming in and out. I didn't want to miss Jackson if he happened to pass by.

After a while, I saw Vine exiting with John. They were laughing together; they looked like a happy and sweet couple. I couldn't help but smile as I watched them both. I missed these two, especially Vine. She was like my best friend of all.

I began to walk towards them; coincidentally, they were also walking in my direction. However, when they both looked up and our gazes met, they stopped in their tracks. I also halted without any reason.

Vine didn't look happy to see me. She immediately pulled John back inside the building, and I didn't have the courage to run after them and call out their names. I was left stunned at my place. How did I let things come to this? I was right. Even my friends were mad at me, and it seemed like they didn't want to see or talk to me, just like Jackson.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to run back to my car and go home. I was expecting this, but it really hurts knowing that they don't want to see me and are avoiding me. But I couldn't. I love them, and I'll do everything for them to forgive me for my mistakes and accept me back into their lives. I shouldn't give up now.

Feeling weak, I returned to my spot and leaned against the wall to support myself against the weakening of my knees. I focused my attention on the entrance of the building again, hoping Jackson would come out.

The afternoon passed by, and when I checked my cellphone, it was already 4:34 p.m. Still, Jackson hadn't left the company building. I was losing hope that he would come out. Maybe he knows I'm still here waiting for him, and he decided not to leave until I do. But I won't leave until I can approach him and talk to him. Even if I have to wait here all night in my current position, I will wait for him.

After half an hour passed, I finally saw Jackson coming out. I hid on the side of the building, fearing that if he spotted me, he might ask the security guards to escort him to the parking lot until he could get into his car.

As expected, he walked in my direction, not far from where the parking lot was. I only emerged from my hiding spot when Jackson was already very close.

He stopped walking when he saw me. His face still had no expression. He didn't say anything to me. He resumed walking, passing by me like he didn't actually see me. Meanwhile, I remained rooted in where I stood. I don't know why, but I couldn't move properly in front of him. My mind doesn't function well.

I faced his direction and, upon realizing it, chased after him, but he quickly got into his car. I hurried to the driver's side window. The windows were tinted, and I couldn't see what was inside.

I held on to the window. "Jackson, I want to talk to you. Please, come out of your car even just for a moment. I need to explain to you. Or at least, open this window, and I'll be okay with that," I pleaded, unable to stop my tears from falling.

Several minutes passed, but I didn't get any response from him. I repeatedly tapped on the window, continuously begging him to talk to me, but it seemed like he couldn't hear anything.

After a while, he started the engine of his car. So, I quickly positioned myself in front of his car, blocking it with my hands openly wide.

"I won't leave until you talk to me!" I shouted at him with determination.

The engine's roar grew louder, as if it were ready to speed away. Though I was nervous, I remained in front of his car. I knew he couldn't bring himself to hit me with his car.

But I was wrong in my assumption. He accelerated toward me, and just before his car could hit me, I lost consciousness and fell onto the cement floor of the parking lot. I didn't know what happened next to me.

I WOKE up in an unfamiliar place. The ceiling was white, and every corner of the room was painted white. After a moment, I realized I was in a hospital. However, this hospital looked very expensive. I was alone in the room.

The whole place was spotless. There was a flat-screen TV in front of me. The bed I was lying on was very soft and spacious. The room smelled pleasant—nothing like the typical hospital scent.

Wait, why am I here? The last thing I remember is that I was outside the WGC building, waiting for Jackson. Then I saw him. I tried to approach him, but he quickly got into his car. After that, he blocked me in front of his car, and

Don't tell me; he actually hit me with his car.

I stiffened on my bed, carefully feeling myself. I didn't dare to sit or stand, and I avoided looking at myself out of fear. I sensed some pain in my body, but it didn't seem severe. Still, I was anxious about what might have happened to me.

"You're awake," Dad said.

I turned towards the door of my room, seeing Dad entering and carrying Demi, who was peacefully sleeping with her head on his shoulder.

Dad gently laid Demi beside me since the bed was spacious. He then sat beside Demi and looked at me.

"Someone found you unconscious in the parking lot of Jackson's building, and he brought you here to the hospital. I only learned about it when he called me using your cellphone," Dad told me.

"What happened to me?" I asked Dad, even though I already knew the answer.

"The doctor said you experienced a severe shock, causing you to lose consciousness. You got a few abrasions on your head and body from falling on the concrete," Dad informed me.

Does that mean Jackson didn't actually hit me? It's hard to believe because it felt so close.

I slowly sat up, leaning against the bed's headrest. Dad and Demi must be worried about me. I gently stroked my hand through Demi's hair as she peacefully slept. I hoped she didn't cry when she found out about my situation.

"What happened there, Victoria?" Dad asked me seriously.

I couldn't bring myself to look directly into his eyes. He shouldn't know that I almost got hit by Jackson's car. I knew he wouldn't have gone through with that kind of plan.

"I don't know. I don't remember anything," I lied to Dad, pretending to focus my attention on my sleeping daughter.

The next day, I was discharged from the hospital. The doctor said that all my medical bills had been paid by the person who brought me here. Dad didn't have the chance to meet the person who brought me, and when we asked the doctor, they said the person didn't want to reveal their identity.

I couldn't help but assume it was Jackson who brought me here. But that seemed totally impossible. Why would he save my life? He had no reason to do so, and judging by his demeanor, he seemed to have moved on from me completely.

We are currently having lunch, Dad, Demi, and I.

"Mom, when would I be able to see my Daddy Jackson?" Demi asked me out of nowhere.

I almost choked on my food because of her unexpected question. Dad quickly handed me water, and I took a sip.

Sorry, baby. You won't be able to see Daddy Jackson right away because I'm still in the process of softening his heart, and I'm sure this will be a very long process.

I forced a smile for my daughter. "Soon you'll be able to see your Daddy Jackson. Don't worry," I reassured her.

Dad and I exchanged knowing looks. Demi was really longing for Jackson. I hope she won't get tired of waiting for that moment. I hope she won't hold a grudge against Jackson.

On the first day of my attempt to approach Jackson, I ended up in the hospital. I still don't know what my next move will be. I need to get closer to him. I need to find a way to approach him every day and talk to him.