The CEO Is Mine

Chapter Two

Delilah watched as the children rode their bicycles round the park. She couldn't decide if she should go home and wait for the company's call or go ahead to help Nana, her neighbor.

She stood up and grabbed her bag, deciding to go home and just take the rest of the day as her rest day.

Reaching home, she slumped on the chair, her eyes half closed when she heard a knock on the door. She ignored the first knock, praying whoever was there to get the point and leave. However, the knock occurred again, this time much louder.

She stood up, ready to give the rude person a piece of her mind. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see who was there.

Damian, her ex, stood there in all his glory, a cigarette between his lips. He looked like he had just come out from a Calvin Klein ad but just a tad bit rougher than their models, but that just made him more appealing.

“What are you doing here?” she asked her mouth set into a tight frown

“Princess” he drew his hand out to hold her but she moved away, purely on reflex and a hint of repulsion.

“I've told you not to call me that” she said and closed the door on him, but he had his foot in it, preventing it from closing.

“Please, just let me talk to you. I need just 5 minutes of your time”. Until that day, the word just had been just another random word but ever since Damian had proved to be just like every other living male with a p***s, she detested the word with all her gut.

“Damian, leave! We have nothing to talk about. Haven't you done enough?” the tears threatened to drop now but she knew her vulnerability would be her biggest weakness and enemy. She felt her restraint go weak. She wanted to run into his arms, tell him how much she had missed him, or push him and tell him she never wanted to see his face. It was either of the two. One coming from her heart, the other her head.

When she looked his eyes, she saw herself laying unconscious on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Her hands laid by her side in a weird and painful manner. Next she saw herself making love to him, confessing her undying love and he promising to be a ride or die, their eyes filled with lust and passion. She saw herself again, this time in the hospital, her head between her hands as the doctor explained how damaged her wombs were, resulting in the death of her child. But then she saw him again sitting beside her, as he rubbed her back soothingly, as she mourned her mother's death by the grave stone. She saw the flowers, the tears, the laughter, the care, the pain and nothing.

Everywhere became blurry. She couldn't decide if it was as a result of the tears that was running down her face uncontrollably or the way Damian began to shake her shoulders, yelling for her to come back to her senses or the tambourines and trumpets that the church children played but all she knew was that she had ran deaf. Soon she could only partly see the movement of Damian's lip but not hear his words.

Soon she saw nothing.

She felt her body go down and anticipated the pain that would come with the fall. But she never felt it.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was too bright. She closed it immediately. Is this heaven?

She smiled hoping to see her Mum this time.

She opened her eyes, but this time the lights were much brighter. She noticed the bright light pointed to her eyes. She blinked her eyes several times trying to get rid of the weird feelings. She obviously wasn't in heaven.

“ Hello, ma'am” she heard a man say. She looked up to see a young man in scrubs. Delilah tried to open her mouth to talk but her throat felt so dry and raspy.

The doctor took the water from the top of the small fridge and gave it to her like he could read her mind.

“what am I doing here?” she asked after taking a gulp of the the water.

“Your boyfriend brought you in”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yes. A young man with an eagle tattoo on his neck”

“Damian?”

“He didn't say what his name was but he confirmed he was your boyfriend. He left an hour ago but said he would be back soon”

“He's not my boyfriend” she said with a hint of fear in her voice. “What did he tell you?” her voice shook

"Nothing," the doctor replied, his face scrunched in puzzlement.

“what did he say this time?!” she began to act frantic, trying to pull the drip from her hand.

“Calm down, miss. You're safe here” the doctor tried to calm her down.

“ I'm not insane. I'm the victim here! He's lying, please don't believe him” she sobbed, grabbing the blanket as a shield.

“ You'll be alright. I promise no one's gonna hurt you” the doctor brought out the anesthetics from his pocket and gave it to her. She flinched a little.

She felt her body go cold and then light headed. She placed her head on the pillow and turned her head away from him, mumbling softly “ Take him away, please. Take him away”

Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like years as she continued to stare at the window by her bed.

She wondered how she got there. It felt like a week ago when she was just outside of her parents house, trying to teach her dog, Bluey, to catch. Her red hair flowed behind her as she ran after it while her mother shouted at her to come inside, the cold was too much for a little girl like her to play in.

Then all she had to worry about was her homework that sat inside her bag, undone. But now she was here, on a hospital bed with her anxiety getting worse.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, battered and funny. She laughed, hiccuped, and laughed again.