Secret and scandals

CHAPTER THREE

Joe's Point Of View.



I struggled back to my car after the one-night stand with a total stranger.

One minute, I was having an argument with my girlfriend Vanessa, and the minute I had s*x with someone I barely even knew.

My heart bleeds, knowing that I screwed up. s*x would have been prevented, but no, I let my emotions get the best of me.

Heading towards the car, I received a call from my mother. At first, I hesitated to answer the phone because I already knew what she wanted to talk about.

It wasn't a coincidence that she called minutes after Vanessa angrily stormed out of the clubhouse after a fight broke out between us.

On second thought, I considered how important it would be for my Mom to keep calling my phone for such an hour.

Reluctantly, I answered the phone. “Hi, mom. How are you doing?”

I tried to speak in my usual tone of voice to prevent my Mom from getting suspicious.

“Where are you, Joe?

"This is 11pm, and you're still not back home?” My Mom queried me as I went from bad to worse.

“Mom, I am at Vanessa's. It would be passing the night there. If you're doubting me, you can call her,” I lied.

I lied to save my ass. I knew my Mom wouldn't waste her time calling Vanessa just to get some truth.

“That won't be necessary because I already did.” My Mom made a shocking revelation that left me stuttering.

“Oh, you did?” I asked her.

I just shot myself in the legs without actually knowing about it.

My hands quivered as I held on to the phone. It got to a point where the phone nearly fell off from me.

“Oh, yes, I called her and guess what she said? You ain't with her. So I'm going to ask you for the last time, Joe. Where the hell are you?” My Mom yelled at me in such a way that it freaked me out.

I quickly ended the call to save myself from further embarrassment since my secret had been exposed.

“Nessa, you evil b***h.

"I am going to deal with you,” I hit the car, steering out of frustration. I was sweating profusely under the air conditioner.

Immediately, I reached out to Vanessa over the phone, but she wasn't taking my calls.

A thousand times I called her and not once did I receive a response.

I wasn't surprised at her refusal to answer the phone when she clearly knew why I was calling.

I was frustrated and disappointed in myself for letting Vanessa mess with my life. Firstly, she frustrated me into having a one-night stand with a total stranger.

As though that weren't enough, she caused a commotion between me and my Mom despite knowing how detrimental it was.

In my fits of rage, I started the car and drove straight to Vanessa's apartment at the highest speed rate. I was ready to end the relationship with her without considering if it was going to hurt my mom's feelings.

Halfway through her estate, I received a call from Vanessa. My Joy knew no bounds after realizing that she was the one on the phone.

And she managed to call at the right time just when I needed someone to unleash my anger on.

“What did you tell my mom?” I hit the nail on the head as I increased my speed.

“Really? Is that why you won't stop disturbing my phone with calls? Get off my phone, you son of a b***h. I have got to sleep,” Vanessa hissed and ended the call.

Instantly, my blood pressure increased drastically.

I got engrossed by my rage and wasn't even aware of the truck parked in front of me.

Before I could find my balance again, I saw a black-out. That was the last thing I remembered.

Some moments later, I saw myself lying in the hospital bed with most of my body wrapped in bandages.

A quick glance at my legs and I realized how swollen they had become.

They suddenly became vegetables as I couldn't feel them anymore.

I tried to recall how I found myself in the hospital, but it wasn't working. I kept having migraines at every attempt to rack my head.

I was all alone in the ward unattended until a doctor and some nurses walked inside.

“Doctor, what happened? "How did I get here?” I asked in a soft tone.

The sharp pains in my back denied me from speaking fluently.

“You are out of a coma now. This is great. "We were scared that you were never going to make it alive,” the doctor said. He seemed a lot happier, as though he had won the lottery.

“Coma?

I don't understand, Doctor. What exactly is going on? "Was I involved in an accident?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I'm afraid, yes.

A terrible one at that.

According to an eyewitness, you ran into a truck parked by the roadside. "If you hadn't rushed in quickly, you would have lost your life,” the doctor divulged. While he explained, I took some time to reflect on the past, and it dawned on me that he was right. I recalled running into a truck after a fierce argument with Vanessa.

I was weak, yet able to hold my tears.

I didn't want the nurses around to see me as a weakling.

“I will be fine, right?

Are there no complications?

"Because I can't wait to return to my company,” I asked the doctor.

However, his facial expressions shattered my heart to pieces.

He was yet to speak, and I was already harboring a negative thought in my heart.

“Doctor, please talk to me.

"Is there a problem?” I panicked. My guts failed me.

I was scared that the worst was about to happen.

“I am sorry, sir.

We've got a problem.

After a scan was carried out, it turned out that the accident damaged your spinal cord.”

Tears streamed down my eyes and I asked the doctor. “Does that mean…?” I paused. I was too afraid to admit it.

“Yes, Sir.

Your legs were badly affected.

"You're going to be a person who uses a wheelchair for nearly every day of your life,” the doctor disclosed.

I shut my eyes, hoping that when I open them again, it will all be a dream.