MONSTER
1558 Words
Evelyn's POV.
I was staring at Vincent, the monster's face. So how was he Bryan?
I tried to steady my heavy breathing as despite the horrifying pain, I still wanted to leave his embrace but his hold tightened.
"Relax, your body is too weak for struggles." He whispered into my ears and I had no choice but to stay still.
"Answer me, murderer." Neal yelled as his eyes turned bloodshot. "What are you doing here and let go of my wife, at this instant."
I wanted to scoff out loud again, but Vincent or should I say Doctor Bryan, did it before me.
"Your wife?" He repeated. "Really? She is your wife now, after trying to kill her?" his voice increased a bit and Neal gritted his teeth against one another.
"You made her have more than 4 abortions, all because you were just so f*****g selfish and wanted to save a damn nobody." Vincent screamed and Eva, who was pretending to be shivering on the bed, jolted.
"Do not call Eva a nobody." Neal warned and Vincent laughed.
"Or what?" Then he turned towards my parents. "How are you guys so comfortable, discriminating between your kids?"
My dad went mute, taking his eyes to the ground as if guilty, while my mum folded her arms across her chest.
"Eve got what she deserves. If she hadn't pushed Eva down the stairs in the first place, when they were little, then Eva wouldn't be in such a critical condition and be needing her blood every damn time." My mum explained and I shut my eyes.
Seriously? They all still believed that lie?
I never pushed Eva. She threw herself down the stairs and since then, have been faking a condition that no matter, how I try to tell my parents the truth, they refused to believe me.
Instead they call me names and paint me as a horrible, miserable girl who never wants to accept her fault and the worst thing was that, my husband was in on it too.
He was there that day. He watched Eva throw herself down the stairs but chose to make himself believe that I did the pushing, just to free himself of the guilt.
And now, the man I hated and saw as the monster, was actually the one sensing my pains and trying to protect me?
What an irony!
Vincent was Neal's Elder brother and they both grew up with Eva and I, since their family was best friends with mine.
I fell in love with Neal because he saved me from the pool Eva pushed me into and I thought we were good friends, until all of a sudden, he started to follow Eva and do everything she wanted.
He and Vincent never got along, because their parents seemed to favor Neal more as the younger child. They wanted Vincent to go to a military school and decided to personally escort him.
He wanted to study in the field of medicine instead but his prestigious family, thought it was disgraceful for their lineage and decided to have him trained brutally to learn.
Unfortunately they got involved in an accident that claimed their life. Only Vincent survived and Neal provided concrete evidences that showed that Vincent sabotaged and planned the accident.
He wanted to get rid of his parents for favouring Neal and not allowing him to live his life. He even planned an assisnation attempt on Neal.
Luckily I was with Neal and took the bullet for him, but Eva claimed credit and I didn't bother, calling her out on lies, I was just happy that Neal was okay, but I grew to hate Vincent and even testified that I saw him point the gun at Neal, all because Neal asked me to.
But the truth was that I didn't see Vincent do that, it was his personal bodyguard that did so, which was why I was sure that Vincent wanted Neal dead.
The Armstrong family decided not to have Vincent arrested and had Neal to forgive his brother but banned Vincent from ever interacting with their name.
Vincent left and we never heard from him again, until now but then, why did he save me?
What other motive does he have up his sleeve?
"You should treat both daughters equally, regardless of whatever happens. Besides how do you know that, that's the truth?" Vincent half-yelled and my mother rolled her eyes.
"You know, you of all people shouldn't be here lecturing us, after what you did to your parents, due to jealousy. You killed them." My mother pointed out and Neal nodded briskly.
"Infact, you shouldn't be allowed in here, since you are a criminal, where are the damn securities? How are you even able to become a doctor?"
"He is not a criminal, Mrs Greene. Please watch how you talk to him and don't you follow the news?" Doctor Marcus cut in with a frown and we all turned to glance at him.
I had even forgotten that he was around us.
"What do you mean?" Neal asked and he took in a deep breath.
"Doctor Bryan Vincent, here, has been confirmed innocent and not the one responsible for the death of your parents. It was why he was given the medical license in the first place." Doctor Marcus answered and I did miss Neal flinching and the look of panic in his eyes.
"N-no. T-that's impossible." He stuttered, taking a step backwards and I wondered why.
"I agree." My dad spoke up too. "I mean evidences were shown."
"You mean fake ones? Because I definitely did not kill my parents and it's also why I am back in the country, to prove my innocence and put the guilty behind bars." Vincent then glanced at Bryan, who seemed to be trembling.
"Now, back to the original matter, Evelyn would not be donating anymore blood. If you need blood for your precious daughter, get it elsewhere." Vincent said, before lifting into his arms, bridal style and walking out of the ward, ignoring both my parents and Neal's calls.
He took me back into my ward and placed me on the bed, before covering me properly with the duvet.
"You are so bloody. I will ring for the nurses now, to come over and clean you up." He said but I couldn't reply and just kept staring at him.
He was helping me?
But why?
After everything I had done to him?
I made him the monster, when he might not even be the one.
What if his bodyguard then, decided to turn against him and why was Neal so jumpy when Vincent mentioned the guilty or was I overthinking things?
"I am sorry." The words came right out of my mouth before I could stop them, when I saw that he was turning to leave.
"And thank you." I added as he paused at the door, his hand on the doorknob, twisting it softly.
I expected him to turn around and say something or perhaps, I wanted him to, because I needed answers but;
"Get some sleep." was all he said, before he opened the door and departed from the ward, without a backward glance.
As if following his command, I fell asleep right away and when next I woke up, it was dark. I looked to see a drip connected to my hand but I couldn't relax still.
The pain were fading but not my curiosity. I was sure, Eva wanted me dead but I needed to know why.
She was my twin sister, always the favoured one but that wasn't still enough for her. We needed to talk, because I needed to know why I deserved such hatred from her.
I got up from the bed and made my way out of my ward gently, towards hers.
Luckily, it wasn't far but I was about to open the door when I caught whispers and froze.
The voice talking with her, sounded oddly familiar.
"I don't care how Neal, but you have to let her know because this baby in my stomach, isn't going to be born a bastard." Eva yelled and a huge lump formed in my throat.
Baby? Stomach? A bastard?
What was happening and why was Neal in there with her?
"I am not denying that the baby isn't mine, Eva but Evelyn just lost hers and now isn't the perfect time to let the world know about your pregnancy or our affairs." Neal told her and it felt like I had been punched in the guts as a gasp escaped my lips.
Without thinking, I pushed the door open, startling the both of them.
Eva scowled when she saw it was me while all colors drained out of Neal's face.
"Please, tell me this is a joke." I cried out and Neal began advancing towards me.
He placed a hand on my shoulder, but then it felt like a thousand bugs were crawling on my skin so I jerked it off and tried running out of the ward.
"No, Evelyn. Wait." He grabbed me but I struggled against his hold, crying as I scratched him.
A look of annoyance flashed through his eyes and before I could blink, he smashed my head against the wall as the last thing I saw was darkness.
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