I brushed his thoughts away and took a deep breath, looked at the window and tears started pouring down. But this time it was my mistake my own foolishness.
Why didn’t I tell him what had happened the other night? He seems to have an idea of what had happened. Why did he ask me? You are mine…. No no no no.
Suddenly, I morbid hopelessly engulfed me, “Will I ever be able to leave this f*****g place.”
Bravo kept on looking after me. He brought a nanny named Purity. Purity could help me change clothes, go to bath, get a bath and other normal things could have done on my own.
He also brought a nurse for me in my room for a constant observation to monitor my vitals. As for the others they had left for their businesses. It was morning and the fever was in its most violent phase, I had a severe headache.
Bravo was forced to come back home and check after me.
“Be calm,” Bravo said.
I just want to inject you to minimize the pain. The powerful medicine provided a relaxing sleep and eased the pain.
“Why is she in pain?” Bravo asked.
“It’s just a normal headache but I know now she is fine.”
It was around noon, and I was feeling a little better, but still I was very weak and my breathing was laborious.
Purity was feeding me. “Can’t eat anymore,” I said as I bushed the spoon away from my mouth.
“You have to eat to be healthy,” She said softly.
She put the bowl on the table and sat beside me and started caressing my hand.
Maybe the reason for all this frustrations was the helplessness.
As I was sitting on the bed sulking, livid for no reason, Purity entered with some medicine. I glanced the white pills.
TO BE CONTINUED ON VOLUME 2.....................................