Ruthless and Mine

The Run away Girl

Redna's POV

Ah well, I guess he got me this time. If I left, I missed the one chance of ever knowing anything about my true family and if I stayed, I still hated them (he and mom) forever.

“Do you know how much I hate you?”

I ask.

“Yes, so much. And you deserve to "

His voice is coarse and sad, almost pitiful but I can't fall for an i***t who made me think I was a bastard all my life.

“Good. So can I leave now that you do”

He smiles at me, quite amused. But I maintain a straight face. Embarrassed that all my efforts at being mean were rubbing off like a joke to this man.

“Twenty one years! Twenty one…not 10, not 15! You were nowhere! Now all of a sudden you appear like some angel to scoop me away. Return to your void okay? You piece of s**t!”

I shriek so much at the last end. My voice comes off a bit as a weird screech.

I hear one man in the background chuckle at it. But I ignore him. He probably had no idea how sad this was for me.

“Fine, you get to do as you wish, right’s all yours. But thank you for staying at least. You saved my life. When you're ready. I'm Cussain…”

“I wish you dead whoever you are. And just so you know. You're so dramatic to be doing all this. I'm sick. If I survive, I won't come to you. If I die, I still won't be with you either ways, which serves me right”

I say as I leave the ward.

“You won't die, not while I'm here and you'll come back to me. I’ve found you and I won't fail you again!” He calls after me as I leave the ward.

Some gut.

My chest feels very heavy as I leave. The nurse standing just outside the door follows me.

“You're shaking, Miss Redna. I hope everything is okay” she asks, concerned.

“Yes, everything is” I lie.

“I wanna use the restroom”

I needed some privacy.

At the restroom, I cry my heart out. There's a pile of tissue on the sink and on the floor as well. My nose is red from blowing for the past one hour. I feel dryness on my tongue.

So he returned? I have to leave the hospital. I knew I hadn't completed my treatment but I really couldn't bear this much longer. Then I smile and look in the mirror. I look ruffled, with dark circles under my eyes.

“Redna, my dear, you need to get out of here” I say to my reflection and then smile.

As I return to my bed in my ward there is silence. I look at the baby in the cot.

“Oh my little bear”

I say picking his tiny hand with two of my finger.

“Of course I won't leave you. You're mine and I’ll take care of you. I just have to figure out what to do now for us”

The Doctor's words echoed again in my head and I felt my heart ache like my days were already counted.

The doctor said it was aggressive but caught early.

“Treatment could work. Or it might not.”

Well, their damn treatment could wait. I checked myself. I didn't feel like dying. I only felt weak. There weren't any symptoms that much. Of course my tongue was purple and my feet turned white sometimes but I could walk, I could breathe, I could also move. I made my decision, might be the most foolish one ever but so be it.

The fluorescent lights buzz softly as I sit on her hospital bed, the baby coos softly in the cot beside me.

I knew what I had chosen to do and I knew the implications of it. But then, I’d rather die than have a horrible father stalk me on my sick bed in the hospital. My heart races, not from the illness, but from the thought of getting out and doing so safely at that.

I have to distract the nurses nearby first. For they would surely expose me, with my condition. I walk to the door and look out for a while.

There's one nurse approaching my ward.

“You're supposed to be in bed Miss Redna. Aren't you?” She asked

“I know nurse May. But I’m so hungry. That breakfast was so little. I wanted to ask if you could help me get even a burger from the shop just opposite the hospital”

She stares at me for a while then collects the few dollars in my hands

“Fine! I’ll be right back. Stay in your ward, don't move too much, we'll be performing another test soon”

With that she's off. When I’m sure there isn't another nurse approaching the ward, I gentle return to the room and bolt the door behind.

Then I begin to pack slowly. I didn't know where I was going to but I was going to a place far away from here. A place where no Mafia would ever find me again, even if it is was a dessert.

Mafians! They had dealt a damn with me and I never wanted to see one again.

My eyes grew prickly and red from tears as I packed my items and a few remaining baby clothes and feeding stuff.

I walk to the door and take a peep again but there's no one there.

Just as I return to pick up my things, another nurse enters. The one that had earlier presented the baby.

She sees me in my state with my belongings packed and ready to go.

Gentle she drops the tray in her hand on a table and her eyes soften as she says:

“Let me dress the wound on your hand first Miss Redna…then if you want, I can help you leave without drawing attention. But you have to move fast. I understand your plight, dear but do make sure to return for treatment”

Together we exit the hospital door with a few belongings in my hand

I swallow hard. Every muscle in my body aches even as I walk. But the thought of being trapped, of being cornered again, ignites a spark I thought I lost.

I muster up a little strength to continue, my left limb aches so hard, I can visibly see my leg shaking but I can't lose this journey, I have to continue.

“Psst, should I go this way?” I whisper, my voice trembling, I can feel my heart pounding, desperate and exhausted.

The nurse nods and gestures to the corridor. We move carefully, I’m clutching the baby to my chest. Nothing will happen to us. There aren't many nurses over here. My legs protest with every step, weakness and nausea clawing at her at my chest.

But I have to keep going. I can't let anyone see me. Not until I’m out of here and in a safe place. There is a distant chatter of visitors and the soft beeping of machines as we walk past the cardio ward. I look through the glass. There's a bunch of men in facemask, probably surgeons trying to save a life.

We walk for a little more.

“Over there!” I hear the nurse say gently. I feel slightly startled as I think I’ve been caught or betrayed by the nurse.

Just as we approach the exit door suddenly, I feel a bright light shine over my head. I look up and suddenly the ceiling starts to spin.

I try to hold myself just a little while, for my sake, for the baby's sake but I stumble, my body giving in to the fatigue and fear that had for so long been attacking me now. I slumped against the wall, the baby safely in her arms, but my vision blurs and dizziness hits in like a wave.