Episode 5
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The next day, I arrived at work expecting some questions concerning my disappearance yesterday, but I got none. I guess nobody noticed the whole drama that happened.
I was able to help out with the surgery, considering how tired I was with my cramps. I'm slowly getting used to this sick life, being a nurse, yet I had less care for my health.
I removed the gloves from my hand, disposed of them in the bin before proceeding to wash my hands and also remove my scrubs.
I felt my phone buzz, so I opened it to see that it was from Franco. A large frown formed across my face. I f*****g hate this man.
"What could he be calling me for?" I took care of everybody yesterday, for my own convenience. I wasn't ready to have a bad mood or day, so I ignored his call.
I went to my office to take a break before the next surgery with some foreign doctors coming to the hospital to treat a patient.
I heard a knock on the door just as I was about to lay my head on the table.
"What is happening? You look very exhausted and sick. Have you had anything to eat?" my colleague Joel asked.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Trying not to reply to him sarcastically.
"Is this the last surgery? I thought I should wait for you and order food before lunch." I smiled at his thoughtfulness and shook my head.
Joel is obviously attracted to me. He's a thoughtful, considerate, and generous man who treats me with kindness and respect. He buys me lunch almost every day without me asking for it.
I have bluntly made it clear to him that I would not want to be in a relationship, especially not with my colleague. Soon the second surgery was done and I was ready to go home. I went out and met "Joel," seated outside waiting for me.
How was the surgery? He asked with a smile and I nodded positively, letting him know everything went well.
Less I forget!
I will be free this weekend. Can we hang out? He asked and I chuckled in disagreement. I barely had time for myself or fun because I live a double life.
I expected a call from the boss "Franco" at any time after a rough mission. A break every day is always demanding.
"I don't think I can make it sorry," I turned down his request. Leaving him sad, I guess. I got home and was starving. I was too tired to cook so I ordered food and I couldn't wait for the dispatch rider to get there.
Hours later, my order arrived, and I tasted the stomach-churning scent of the rice and beef sauce. This has to be my favorite meal, the spicy rice always bubbles in my eyes.
I heard the doorbell ring just when I was enjoying my food. I roll my eyes as I go to answer the door. It was too late for visitors and I wasn't expecting anyone.
I unlocked the door to see who it was.
"Joel"?
"What are you doing here? How did you get my address too?"
Are you going to ask me all the questions while I'm still standing in your doorway? I wasn't expecting you here, I replied sarcastically, letting him in.
"What's this delicious smell," he asked, smelling alcohol. He seemed too drunk and I wasn't comfortable with his presence. Sitting down on my sofa and spreading his arms and legs on the table.
Won't you be nice enough to serve me dinner? He asked. He picks up the plate of my rice, digging large amounts of rice into his mouth.
Excuse me! I'm sorry, you need to leave now. It's very late and I shouldn't have let you into my house in the first place. He stretches his arms for the remote control.
"Please go, Joel, I'm not comfortable with you here," I tried to reason with him, calmly considering his current state of mind. But he kept slobbering up the food like a hungry dog ready to bite off the spoon.
He looks at me in disgust, stands up, and towers over me with his heavy-smelling breath out of his lungs. My heart beats faster, I'm not used to this attitude of his. Joel is usually a sweet person that respects my boundaries.
He walks up to me slowly, rolls his arms around my waist, and grabs me painfully. Pressing his fingers into me with a deep breath down my neck. Goosebumps formed all over my arm, he dug his fingers so hard into my arms and waistline that he cut me, leaving marks on my body.
Stop it!
You are hurting me, Joel, I screamed in pain. "What has come over you?"
Pushing me to the sofa, looking down at me enraged. He unzipped his trousers.
"You f*****g b***h!" He shouts at me as I groan and scream for help. I have been too nice and soft with you, but I see you want it the hard way.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. He covered my mouth strongly. I couldn't scream for help but I left the door unlocked, hoping and praying that whoever was behind there could save me.
Elena!
A deep voice echoed in, sounding just like Franco.
Ohh goodness!
I felt a deep relief in my soul. Joel begins to panic as he frantically drags my leg with his arms covering my mouth as I try to crawl out. The door creaks open, Franco lands a hot and ferocious punch to his face that sends him flying back onto the floor.
"I will kill you today," landing uncontrollable blows to his face, unconscious with silence. Fear grips me.
Please, it's okay, don't kill him. I pleaded on his behalf.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Franco asked.
With Franco's hard fist covered with blood, I knew if I let him continue, Joel would be a dead man by now. He kicked him out of the house immediately.
I sat down on the
floor frightened and shaking. Oh lawd ! "What just happened?" I asked myself in disbelief.
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