My Beloved Boss (The Short Story)

Kyra Lewis: I am a typical rich girl, living a life full of parties and drinks. I am in a relationship with Alex, a bad boy whom I am completely in love with. My weeks were filled with travel, parties, excessive spending, and a multitude of friends. I believed I had the perfect life. Or at least I thought so. Until that fateful day... It was just another night, returning from a party. Although I hadn’t drunk that day, I’ve never driven under the influence of alcohol and, since I was alone, I remained sober. However, that didn’t mean others weren’t acting irresponsibly. I was stopped at a traffic light which, when it turned green, allowed me to cross the street. As I started crossing, a car approached at high speed and collided with my vehicle. The impact was so strong that my car flipped over several times, and then I blacked out. [...] When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a white room, connected to machines. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel pain, and it took some time for me to remember what had happened. But something was very wrong. It was as if I felt the absence of a part of myself. Looking down, the harsh reality set in: I had lost a leg. At that moment, time seemed to start moving again, and a wave of despair overwhelmed me; I began to cry and scream. As the tension increased, a nurse entered and added something to my IV. Probably a sedative, because soon I was able to calm down and fall asleep. [...] When I woke up again, my mother was sitting in a chair beside the bed. — Mom? – I called out to her, and she instantly turned toward me. — Hi, my love. Is everything okay? — No, nothing is okay. — Are you feeling pain? — Mom, I lost my leg. What am I going to do now? — You should be grateful to be alive. I admit she was right, but I’ve always been someone who places a lot of importance on appearance; everything I do is aimed at making myself feel prettier. Now, I’m lying in a hospital bed, without my leg and covered in bruises. — Do you know who hit my car? — Not yet. The person fled, and some residents don’t want to allow the police to see the camera recordings. But we will find out who did this to you, even if I have to take legal action to make residents open their doors and release the footage. — Alright… this will be so hard. – I replied, looking at my leg. — You’ll get through this, my love. You’re a very strong girl. – she said, hugging me. From that moment, I would begin a long and painful recovery journey. [...] I’ve been in the hospital for about two months now, taking many medications, undergoing various tests, and being careful not to contract any bacteria that could cause infections. During this time, none of my friends or my boyfriend visited me; they probably don’t like hospitals much. I was lost in my thoughts when my mom entered the room. — You can go home tomorrow — she said cheerfully. — That’s great! I can't stand staying in this hospital anymore. — I brought you a snack — she handed me a tray with yogurt and some fruit cut into small cubes. — Thank you, I was already hungry! — And what if you’re not hungry? — she asked, smiling. I nodded with a smile as I started to eat. After a while, the nurse entered with my usual afternoon medication. I don’t like this medication because it makes me sleepy, and I am already quite tired. I handed the tray to my mother and took the medication. It didn’t take long before I felt sleep come, and before I knew it, I was asleep. [...] I heard someone calling me and slowly opened my eyes, seeing my mother beside the bed. — Wow, you sleep so much — she said, watching me. — That medication knocks me out — I answered as I sat up in bed. — Without the medication, you already sleep quite a lot, imagine with it! — she smiled — You slept all afternoon and through the night too, and today you're already allowed to go home. Come on, I’ll help you get dressed. — Finally I’m going home! I was almost thinking about running away — I smiled, imagining escaping the hospital like Saci Pererê, hopping on one leg. — Next week, we’ll take measurements for your prosthetic. — Isn’t it too early? My scar hasn’t healed properly yet. — It takes some time to make, and we want to prepare several options for you to match your clothes. — Alright, then — I smiled — Let’s go, I can’t wait to get out of here. [...] Finally home, I was taken inside by my father, who sat me on the sofa. — Kyra! — my brothers shouted, running towards me. — Hi! — they hugged me, tackling me. — Alysson and Pietro, get off your sister! — said my father. — We missed you so much! — I said as they let me go. — No, you’re just a bother — Alysson replied, with Pietro agreeing behind her. — When I throw you out the window, don’t complain. — What’s that, little sister? — Pietro said, placing his hand on his heart as if dramatizing. — Well, I’m going to take a shower now. Will you help me, Mom? — Of course! — she replied, helping me up. I am eager for my prosthetic to be ready soon, so I won’t have to depend on anyone anymore and can do whatever I want, whenever I want. [...] After taking a shower, I lay on the bed to watch my favorite series, "The Vampire Diaries." Besides watching series, I enjoy reading, and my favorite book saga is "A Court of Thorns and Roses." My thoughts were interrupted by the door of my room opening. I saw Alex entering and closing the door. He stopped and started looking at my leg in a strange way. I waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. — Everything okay? — I asked. — I need to talk to you. I swallowed hard and replied: — You can talk. — I came here to break up — he said, and I looked at him with wide eyes. — What? But everything was fine between us! — I said, already with tears welling up. — No, nothing is fine. — Was it because of the accident? I’ll be fine. — You don’t have your leg, and now you look all bruised and ugly. — I’ll get treatment, I’ll be beautiful again, and we’ll still be the perfect couple. — I’m already dating someone else. — WHAT? — I exclaimed, wide-eyed. — You were cheating on me? — Maybe, but actually I never liked you. I was only with you because of your family’s social class and your appearance. Now that you’re like this, you’re no longer useful to me. I found someone better — he said, leaving my room and slamming the door. I started crying. Those words hurt deeply. If he wanted to break my heart, he succeeded.