Sweet Revenge : darker than the devils soul

I just went over the speed limit, but I can’t afford to think about that right now. I’m frantically trying to call my fiancé’s number, who is now my ex. Everything seems to be falling apart. My parents disowned me years ago because I refused to study medicine—I chose to pursue my dream of opening a restaurant instead. And now, my fiancé has cheated on me. I can’t seem to let him go; Kevin was my first love. I feel like I’ve lost everything except him. For the past few days, he hasn't answered my calls, and he’s never at his apartment. My mind goes blank as an oncoming truck suddenly appears out of nowhere. In a panic, I swerve my car and crash into a tree. I taste metal in my mouth and hear a loud ringing. When did my life get so miserable? Was it when I took money from my mom’s purse, or when I broke a window and blamed it on my brother? Or was it when I tormented him? Everything is dark now. **MAXTON: A Twist of Fate** The harsh fluorescent lights overhead flickered like my racing thoughts as I hurried through the hospital entrance. Just moments ago, I received the alarming news that my grandmother had fainted, and panic clawed at my insides with every hurried step I took toward the registration desk. My heart was pounding like a war drum, each beat echoing the urgency of the situation as I fumbled with my wallet, preparing to settle the mounting medical bills. As I stood in line, trying to focus on the task at hand, I caught snippets of conversation from the nurses stationed just behind me. They whispered conspiratorially, their voices barely above a murmur yet heavy with the weight of concern. “Leola Reeds has been in the hospital for weeks now,” one nurse said, her tone laced with pity. “No money, no one to answer her calls from her emergency contacts… and the worst part? She’s lost her memories entirely.” A chilling wave washed over me at the mention of that name—Leola Reeds. My stomach twisted into knots as memories long buried resurfaced. How could I forget? She was the tormentor of my childhood, the queen of cruelty who made my days a living hell. I recalled the merciless taunts and harsh laughter that echoed in the school hallways, a relentless barrage that left scars deeper than the skin. My fists clenched involuntarily, turning my knuckles a stark white as anger coiled within me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I turned to the nurses, their eyes darting away from mine as if sensing the whirlwind of emotions threatening to spill out. Ignoring their flushed cheeks, I pressed on, determined to gather more information. “Is there any chance I could speak to Leola Reeds? Is she in this hospital?” My voice was steadier than I felt inside, a façade of calm hiding a tempest. The nurses exchanged hesitant glances, their expressions filled with uncertainty. “She… she’s listed as a patient here,” one finally admitted, her voice low and careful. “But you should know, she’s in a really sensitive state right now.” “I understand,” I replied quickly, desperation creeping into my tone. “She’s my fiancée.” The fabrication rolled off my tongue smoothly, bolstered by a sudden surge of determination. The world is a strange place, full of twists and turns, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a path emerge amidst the tangled web of my past and present. After what felt like an eternity of cautious whispers, they finally relented and directed me to her hospital room. As I approached the door, my heart raced anew, an electric current of anxiety and nostalgia flooding my veins. I hovered over the doorknob, uncertainty gripping me like a vise. What was I doing? Was I really about to confront someone who had caused me so much pain? Before my mind could bury me in doubts, the door swung open, and the sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the stark reality of the situation enveloped me. In that moment, standing on the precipice of the unknown, I felt a jolt of something—was it compassion? Curiosity? Perhaps an opportunity for redemption? With no turning back, I stepped inside. aablack, 5'6 petite curvy figure appeared infromt ofme. "f**k" ii cursed under my breath she was in a hospital gown. looking at her brought back memories, how she would throw my lunch food away,or how she would laugh laugh, or how she'd call me at school assembly and everyone would laugh, or how she'd trip me when i was walking in the hallway. Expecting her to laugh at me, or push me, or even hit me. She squints her eyes and touches my face. Goose bumps grow on my spine. As her fingers thread lightly against my jawline. " i know you"she said barely above a whisper. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, did she not remember me . i scoff of course she does not remember. This self centered b***h. " oh miss Leola your awake , your fiance finally dropped by. Her eyes full of confusion, stared at me my heart dropped, i forgot the nurse that. she opened her mouth, i flinched. thinking she was going to insult me.''What took you so long?". i opened my eyes wide with surprise. The nurse seeing my reaction informed me about Leola's condition . She was in an accident and had lost her memories. The doctors can't really tell howww much memory she has lost or whether it's possible for hr to gaain her memories back. But as of now she's been in the hospita for weeks, with no one picking her calls or anythinhg. So she's alone. Sitting the bedstaring at me through her bangs. No matter how pretty she is, she still has a disgusting personalityand when i see her thats all that pops in my head. Years of torture, now she is sitting bruised, alone, no money, no home. Serves her right. I walk to the reception, pay her billss collect her stuff and i have her in my car, on teh way tomy condo. My grand mother was still kept in the hospital to be watched over my mind clouded with thoughts of revenge. How i'm going to make her pay for every joke she made bout my outfit of the day, every thing she did.The thought of having her tortured byme ignites a feelig in me, that i'm sure i'd have problems with in A petite figure, standing at about 5'6", stepped into my line of sight, creating a striking presence that momentarily stole my breath away. “f**k,” I cursed quietly to myself, my heart sinking as I absorbed the sight of her clad in a simple hospital gown. The stark white fabric contrasted against her curves, highlighting the very features that once dominated my thoughts, but now seemed haunting. Memories flooded back in vivid colors—how she used to playfully toss my lunch into the trash, gleefully laughing as if my distress was the punchline to her favorite joke. I could almost hear her bubbly laughter echoing through the hallways of our school. I recalled the moments when she’d call out to me during assemblies, her voice ringing through the crowd and pulling giggles from everyone around us, all while leaving me blushing with embarrassment. There were times when she’d deftly trip me up as I walked past her, reveling in my misstep as if I were a well-loved toy. She had a knack for making me feel small in front of a sea of classmates, and even now, I found myself anticipating the familiar sting. I braced myself for a laugh, a push, or even a playful shove. But then, in an unexpected turn of events, she squinted her eyes, her fingers making tentative contact with my face. Goosebumps danced along my spine as her touch grazed my jawline, a mixture of familiarity and apprehension swirling within me. “I know you,” she murmured, her voice barely rising above a whisper. Confusion knitted my brows together; could it be that she truly didn’t recognize me? Deep down, I scoffed at the thought—of course, she wouldn't remember me. Why would she? This self-centered girl who had woven herself into the fabric of my past as an antagonist had likely long moved on. Just then, a nurse stepped into the room, breaking my thoughts like glass shattering on a tiled floor. “Oh, Miss Leola, you're awake! Your fiancé finally dropped by,” she announced cheerfully, her tone oblivious to the tension that hung thick in the air. The words landed like a heavy weight on my chest, and I could feel my heart plunge at the sight of Leola’s expression—her eyes, once sparkling with mischief, were now clouded with confusion. No, she didn’t recognize me, did she? I had forgotten that the nurse was here, her announcement a slip that jolted me from the haste of our shared history. She hesitated for a moment, opening her mouth as if to speak, and I flinched instinctively, bracing myself for the onslaught of mockery that I thought would surely follow. Instead, a single question slipped out: “What took you so long?” My eyes widened in disbelief. The vibrancy of recognition flickered across her features, and in that moment, the past and present collided, igniting something I had never expected: a glimmer of hope blended with the remnant chaos of our former rivalry. The nurse, witnessing the connection—or lack thereof—stayed silent, a mute bystander to the unfolding drama that was somehow both familiar and terrifying.