Taming the Spoilt Rich Girl

Who Am I

Chapter 4: Who am I ?

Ramera

I didn’t understand these people. All of them had a look of confusion, and most importantly, pity on their faces. I hated it. I didn’t know why, but I did. I was sure that I hated it with such passion that there was no way I was going to let it stand. I cleared my throat and then began clicking my tongue for no apparent reason.

“Am I not from here? Clearly, you all should know something. So, which one of the bozos brought me here? Somebody wants to play a sick joke?”

He shook his head, his face suddenly not as inviting as it was before. “Watch your tone,” he said in a deep voice that sent chills down my spine. The man was handsome, and he knew it too, but did I have to act like I knew it? The short answer was no.

But wait. Who was I?

Let’s just forget that. I waved him off. “What is this supposed to be exactly? Who am I supposed to be? Is this someone's sick idea of a joke? Somebody has to at least know something about me, right? I’m here, and I’m in your hospital, right?”

I turned back to the doctor. The older nurse kept looking at me as though I had grown a second head, her gaze full of sympathy. I found myself hating it, even though I didn’t know why.

“What the f**k is going on here?” I said, feeling terribly impatient. I raised my hand to my brow, rubbing it in frustration. “Somebody please tell me something. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I said, chuckling to myself, my tone sarcastic.

“I really can’t deal with this bullshit right now. Tell me when something actually happens, like when she gets her memory back,” the big man said to the doctor, who was still staring at me with his mouth hanging open. He was ushered out of the room shortly after, barely sparing me a glance.

Confused, I tilted my head to one side, and the nurse looked at me, then at the man, before running after him. “He does not like this one,” I muttered to myself, biting back a smile.

“Just give us a few minutes,” the older nurse chuckled, grabbing the doctor, who was still looking at me slack-jawed, led him outside.

I sank back into the bed, feeling exhaustion take over me to the point where my eyes closed.

“Yes?” someone said beside me, causing me to snap my eyes open. I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep, but I genuinely hated being interrupted.

“God,” I muttered irritably. “I know you’re prattling on because I can’t remember, but would you shut the f**k up?”

The two talking nurses stood still, their eyes wide with fear and, for the most part, surprise.

“What?” I asked. “Never heard a dirty word before?” I smiled, not knowing where this strange and mysterious confidence came from.

The two nurses shook their heads and left the room, returning to whatever useless tasks they had thought were important. Of course, I did think about not knowing who I was, and knowing that would definitely do something to me. But perhaps that wasn’t exactly the problem.

The problem, I thought to myself, was more along the lines of feeling nothing but deadness inside. Somehow, I didn’t know why, but I didn’t care.

Almost on cue, the female nurse from earlier poked her head nervously into the room. She began twiddling her thumbs like a child as she stepped inside.

“Does she have a problem?” I wanted to ask. Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for whatever dumb thing she was about to say.

I didn’t understand why I felt so hostile, but I didn’t feel like she was worth anything to me.

“He doesn’t like you,” I blurted out, deciding I didn’t like the sound of her voice.

“Sorry, what?” She blinked rapidly at me.

“The big guy. The Viking, or whatever the hell he is. He doesn’t like you.” I waved her off. “You can stop trying. It’ll save you from looking like the i***t you already are. But hey, there’s always a start and end to things, am I right?”

I turned away, taking my eyes off her and dismissing the rest of the conversation. My eyes found the window. It was night. I knew it was daylight when I had been brought in. Apparently, I had been here that long.

“Hey. Miss, I’m sorry,” the older nurse from earlier came inside, holding a clipboard and a little cup. “You can take this if you want to feel better.”

“I’m fine,” I snapped. “I don’t need your help. I don’t want your f*****g help. You might as well take it and shove it up your ass while you’re at it. This place sucks,” I found myself saying.

Unfortunately, what I said seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“That’s it!” a doctor said, stepping into the room. “I’ve heard too much about you in one evening, young lady. If you know you don’t want to be nice, you should leave. The only reason I haven’t thrown you out is because he brought you here, and he’s a good man.”

“Good? Somehow you expect me to understand what you’re talking about?” I said, completely unbothered. “I don’t even care right now. Just give me the dress and I’ll be on my way.”

Once the dress was brought, I put it on, despite the holes and burns. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was beautiful. Beautiful was not the word—I was lovely. I smiled and headed for the door.

“Does she even know where she’s going?” I heard someone whisper behind me.

“She doesn’t give a f**k,” someone else responded.

I ignored them and headed out the door anyway. It would appear, I thought to myself after wandering around the little town in the dead of night for about an hour, that I had worn no shoes. I was cold, and most importantly, I was angry. I scrunched my face with every step, wondering why no one had come to pick me up. I was even walking in the middle of the road, hoping that I would be recognizable to someone.

Perhaps I should go back to the hospital and give them an earful for not sending me to my family.

I stopped walking, my feet refusing to move an inch. Suddenly, I saw a pair of headlights approaching just as I turned the corner. The headlights came straight at me, unabashedly.

I closed my eyes, accepting my fate, welcoming the death I knew was coming.