Two
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I couldn’t ask my mother.
That realization hit me as I stared at her vulnerable frame through the transparent hospital glass.
Seeing her connected to tubes and machines made it even more impossible to get her to either confirm I truly have a sister or tell me it's all a lie.
I went home and walked straight into my room and tossed the letter and the invitation on the bed.
“I don’t have time for this,” I muttered to myself. “I don’t need more problems.”
I dragged my hands through my hair, trying to steady myself.
“I’m not going.”
I turned away from the bed before a knock dragged me out of my train of thoughts.
“Gwen? It’s me.”
Wilson?
Relief hit me for a second.
I walked to the door and opened it.
“Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “I missed you.”
I stared at him like I didn't expect to see him already back from his trip.
He frowned slightly. “What? No hug?”
“I’m just surprised,” I said quietly.
“I just got back,” he added, like that explained everything. “You didn’t even call.”
“I’ve been at the hospital,” I said softly.
His expression changed. “Still?”
I nodded. “Yeah, she's gotten worse."
He sighed and stepped inside.
When I clicked the door shut, he immediately reached for me.
“Come on,” he said. “Don’t be like that, I’ve been thinking about you the whole time I was gone.”
I should’ve pushed him away but I craved a distraction.
Before I knew it, he took off my bra and cupped my breasts and soon, I was bent over the cushion as he f****d me how he liked.
I moaned shamelessly and didn’t stop him.
***
Later, we lay side by side as I stared at the ceiling, my mind already drifting back to reality.
“I need help,” I said suddenly.
Wilson turned his head slightly. “With what?”
“My mom,” I said quietly. “She’s worse. They moved her to the ICU. I… I need money.”
He didn’t respond right away.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’ll pay you back, I swear. I just need something to hold them off.”
He still didn't respond.
I turned to look at him. “Wilson?”
He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Funny thing is… I was actually gonna ask you for money too.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, sitting up slightly. “I’m in a bit of a situation right now.”
“What kind of situation?”
“Just… some guys I owe,” he said vaguely. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
I stared at him with disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”
“What?” he snapped lightly. “Things happen.”
“I gave you money not too long ago,” I said, sitting up too. “A lot of it, where did that go?”
He shrugged. “I used it.”
“On what?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters!” My voice cracked. “That money was supposed to help you get back on your feet!”
“And it did,” he said with a bored look. “For a while.”
I shook my head slowly. “Unbelievable…”
“Oh, don’t start,” he scoffed. “You act like you’re doing so much better.”
“At least I’m trying!” I shot back. “I’m working myself to exhaustion to keep my mom alive!”
“And how’s that working out for you?” he said, laughing dryly. “Still broke, right?”
His words hurt me.
“Don’t,” I warned.
“What?” he continued. “It’s the truth. You and your mom… always struggling and always begging.”
“Stop it.”
“It’s embarrassing, honestly. I bet it won't even be hard for you to sell your p***y for cash!”
I slapped him hard across his face.
He froze for a second and clenched his jaw before he slowly turned his head back toward me.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly.
“I asked you for help,” my voice cracked. “And you insult me?”
He stood up from the bed, grabbing his clothes.
“You know what? I’m done,” he said. “I actually came here to end things anyway.”
Something pierced my chest. “What?”
“I found someone else,” he said simply. “Someone better, someone I actually love.”
I shook my head. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” he said, pulling on his shirt. “And honestly? It’s a relief.”
“A relief?” I repeated.
“Yeah,” he said, glancing at me. “No more dealing with your problems all the time.”
I felt exhausted.
“Get out,” I whispered.
He smirked slightly as he headed toward the door.
“You know,” he added casually, “I might miss f*****g you though.”
My vision went red.
I got up and slapped him again. "Asshole!"
But this time, he grabbed my throat and moved back towards the bed.
“Don’t push me,” he snapped as he tightened his grip.
I gasped as I slapped his hands.
“Let go...”
He held me there for a second longer before he shoved me back and stepped away.
“Pathetic,” he muttered, before he walked out and slammed the door.
I curled into myself and cried bitterly into my pillows.
My phone buzzed and then I discovered it was the hospital.
I snifled and answered immediately. “Hello?”
“You need to come now,” the voice said urgently.
“I’m coming,” I said, already moving.
***
When I got there, everything moved too fast.
I caught a glimpse of my mom as they wheeled her out.
Her eyes were barely open.
“Mom,” I called, running to her side.
Her hand twitched, and I grabbed it.
“Gwen…” her voice was weak.
“I’m here,” I said quickly, forcing a smile through the tears. “I’m right here.”
She looked at me like she was trying to memorize my face.
“Stop… trying so hard,” she whispered.
My heart stopped. “No.”
“Let me go in peace.”
“No!” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t say that!”
“I’m tired…”
I shook my head again. “We’ll fix this,” I insisted, gripping her hand tighter. “I’ll get the money. I’ll do whatever it takes. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”
Tears slipped from her eyes.
Before I could say anything else or ask anything about the letter and about Morgana, they pulled her away.
“Wait!” I tried to follow, but a nurse held me back.
“You need to settle the bills,” she said firmly. “Or we cannot proceed fully.”
“I’ll get it,” I said desperately. “Please, just save her.”
***
I didn’t even remember leaving the hospital or how I got back to the factory the next day, trying not to think about my break up with Wilson.
All I knew was the fact that I was late and the moment I stepped in, I felt all eyes on me.
The manager was already waiting.
“Well, look who decided to show up,” he said loudly.
“Mr Brooks, I...”
“You’re fired.”
His words hit me instantly.
“What?”
God, no.
“You heard me,” he said, smirking. “And since you like acting innocent…”
He held up his phone as my blood ran cold.
“Please don’t,” I whispered.
“Oh, I will,” he said. “Maybe everyone should see what you’re really like.”
Laughter murmured around me as he showed everyone pictures and videos of me in my underwear.
I begged and pleaded like a lunatic.
Then suddenly, the atmosphere changed as expensive cars lined up just outside.
Everyone’s attention snapped toward the entrance.
“It’s the CEO,” someone whispered.
He stepped out like he owned the world which, I guess, he did.
I'd never met him.
He seemed cold and dangerous in his expensive white tux that looked like it was purchased from a limited edition, now surrounded by men who looked like they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt someone if told to.
I didn’t let myself think, I just ran straight to him.
“Sir!” I called, pushing past people.
“Stop!” someone shouted, but I didn’t.
I reached him and grabbed his arm before anyone could stop me.
“Please,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t fire me, I need this job. My mom... she’s dying and...”
His gaze dropped incredulously to his suit which was now stained by my hands.
My eyes widened in shock as I froze.
“I... I’m sorry sir!” I fell to my knees to plead.
“Which hospital?” he asked coldly.
I blinked. “What?”
“Your mother,” he said. “Which hospital?”
Hope flickered in me at last.
Of course, he'd be kind enough to help.
So I told him quickly.
He pulled out his phone and dialed. “Yes,” he said simply. “Put that patient’s treatment on hold.”
My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. “What…?”
He ended the call and looked at me.
“Her treatment will remain on hold,” he said calmly, “until you pay for ruining my suit.”
My lips trembled. “What?”
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