Emily
“Oh you are awake. Congratulations on your wedding, I heard it was a small one.” A lady in white disrupted my thought which was already disoriented. The beeping sounds of the fucking heart monitor was making e everything worse.
“What did you just say?” I asked her.
“Your wedding? Your husband will be here to pick you up soon.” She smiled. All I could think of was how distorted her smile was, which was creepy as hell. All I can remember was travelling to France to check out my new appointment as the fashion manager in the agency. I remember the plane crashed. That was all, I didn't know how and when I had the time to plan a wedding. I had time to choose a man that I didn't know of. With the nature of my work, I had to have time for a man then why does the nurse know my history more than me?
“You must be joking. I was in a plane crash… I don't know what's going on.” I tried to tell her but she was so excited. Her admiration was appalling. I couldn't understand it. I tried to get up but the pain stopped me from moving an inch.
“What about the plane crash?” I asked her but she ignored me. “I am talking to you!”
“I'm sorry ma'am, but your husband will be with you shortly. You are stressed, you just need to relax.”
“I need to relax?! If I need to relax than why the fuck are telling me about some stupid marriage I do not know of who the fuck do you think you are?” I panicked, which raised an alarm. I spotted those passing through the hallways stopping and checking what was happening. I wanted to calm down, the pain was sickening but I couldn't deal with the rage which was caused by the rubbish they were spilling.
“Ma'am, please stay calm!”
“I am not going anywhere with anyone. I have no husband, I want to see my father. Dad?! Dad?!” They tried to hold me down but I couldn't do anything else than to force myself out of the grip. I succeeded, dashing out to the door, as soon as I opened the door. A tall handsome man blocked the entrance forcing me to look up at him. The iv drop was ripped off, dangling on my wrist. I feel the pain, the terror and my heart beating on each rhythm.
Who the fuck is this man? It was the only question that sang in my head in the meantime.
“Hey baby, I see that you are awake?” He smiled at me. It was one of the most profound smiles that I have seen in all my life. He was dressed in black, leaving a few buttons undone, holding a luggage and a bag on the other hand. “You look exhausted?” He turned to the nurses as they drooled over him. “I hope she didn't give you any trouble?” They shook their heads, flipping their hair, easing his worry. He dropped the bag, trying to touch me,I moved backwards.
His face was familiar but it was unclear where I knew him from.
“Don't fucking touch me.” Everyone here was with an accent , while me? I was just a prey in the midst of French wolves. “Who the fuck are you? Why are you using such names on me?”
“C'mon, babe. If that's a joke please stop it. I'm here to take you home. I thought I lost you with that plane crash. I'm happy you are here but you have to come let me take you home.” He tried to reach out to me but I moved back.
“Don't fucking touch me.” He stared at the nurses and they hopped on their ferry trying to give us privacy. As soon as they left, my rage tripled.
“Please, sir, whoever you are, I think you got the wrong person because I am not your wife and you need to go to hell. You do not know who you are messing with.!”
Whoever he is, chuckled, he stopped but thinking about my statement made him chuckle some more. I only got more angry because I felt stupid. “And who am I messing with?”
I gulped trying to come up with something that would match up with what I had initiated. “My father is a powerful man and you would be sorry after this stunt that you pulled.”
He laughed. “Your ‘powerful dad?’ was a long time account manager for Monette industries. I am the CEO. You seem to have a lot…”
“Oh!” The doctor interrupted his speech. I was eager to know what he was going to say. “I can see that you gave met your wife. Please after the surgery, you would need a lot of rest.” The female doctor stared at him like she could kiss him if not that I was standing there. She wasn't looking my way when she was talking about the drugs to take and the rest I needed to take. This man was receiving all the attention, while making invisible.
She flashed at his biceps before leaving.
“See, I do not know what you are talking about but I would like to know how you know my dad?” I remembered the statement he had made. “Never mind, I would just wait for my dad. I don't know who you are and I am not going anywhere with you.”
“Call me Cedric!” He carried both bags with one hands using the other to drag me out of the ward and out of the hospital. A strange range rover drove in front of us. The driver came down opening the door for us and he dragged me right in. I tried to scream.
“If you try to scream, I will make sure it will be the last time you make good use of your mouth.”
“I need to get down!” I calmly said.
“No, you don't. What you need to do is come home with me. Now, let's get something straightened out. The way you embarrassed me in there, I do not like it. I would never tolerate such nonsense from you. You will behave yourself because you belong to me! Your so-called father was the one who sold you to me. “
I was shocked trying to take it all in.
“No, he would not do that!” My eyes betrayed me as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Well, he did. We are under a fucking contract and if you do not comply and do everything I tell you, you would go to jail. You are married to me and right now, you will do as I have said.”
I couldn't breathe.
