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Melissa's pov

"About..wh...at?" He  stuttered, giving me a fleeting look. 

"Draven told me you drove my dad to the hospital when the Ambulance did not arrive on time" i explained 

"I didn't...actu...ally" his voice broke before he could say the last word. My face turned cold, I don't know why I felt disappointed on hearing his answer, I guessed I had been expecting too much from him lately. I wanted to stop, like stop with the conversation, but at the same time, our little conversation is helping me to get distracted from thinking about anything. I darted my eyes back to him, I can feel the tense in his eyes, clenching the steering in an aggressive way. Is he angry or blaming himself for lying? I thought to myself. The silence is now making me feel uncomfortable, I looked at him again with the hope of hearing him speaking, but got none.

"But, why did you lie to Draven?" I asked, giving him an intense look, I adjusted my hoodie by pulling it down a little then raised back my face only to be met with his eyes. He looked towards the windshield before I could even ask him why he was looking at me like that.

"I didn't lie to Draven " his voice made me tilt back my head to his side. 

"But, you said you did," I defended. 

"Yes, I lied about driving your father to the hospital, but I didn't lie about helping him to get here," he muttered, tentatively. His voice sounds like he was speaking in parables. You help him to the hospital but you are not the one that drove the car that conveyed him here, how is that possible? I know all this prattled talk is not necessary, besides, as the case may be, he was saved from dying at the scene of the accident, I think that's the most important thing, right? I inhaled silently, the memories are started to creep over me again, I can feel the goosebumps, I can feel the pain, I can feel the scar that's begins to open gradually, once again. I don't want to reminisce about what has happened, what just happened nor do I plan to think about what the future has in store for me. Will I be able to do this on my own?  I grimaced at the thought. The doctor said he has less than a month to live, lying on the hospital bed, unconsciously , the only thing that makes us know whether he is alive or not is the life monitor and my mother in the other doesn't seem like someone that is ready to let him go anytime from now. He is in pain, and also suffering from being held down to suffer on his own without his consent. To face the reality, the best solution to end this well is to talk to my mom and explained why she should let him go already, being held down to go through an excruciating pain for the next one month is nit a better option to say goodbye to someone's love one. But, do I really want to do that? 

"Melissa!"  Bobby scream made me jolted back into life, my heart beating erratically, I stared at him in awe.

"What.. T" I stammered, still trying to get myself together.

"What have you been thinking since, am here busy explaining something to you without even knowing that you're not here, are you okay" he spoke, his eyes scrutinising my face. I noticed he is no longer holding the steering wheel and I can feel that we are no longer moving. I looked out of the transparent glass window, only to be surprised that we're back to the castle. I looked back at his bleak face, his eyes fully engrossed into mine, making me feel uncomfortable. I sighed in relief before reaching for the door, in an attempt to open it.

"Goodnight" I mumbled, silently, before making an attempt to open the door. I almost gasped as I felt a hand pull me back to the tan chair before I could even get out of it.i shot him a deadly glare, with a question about why he did that...

"I can easily drive you to the quarters instead of you trekking down there, moreover you are not that strong, are you?" He waited for an answer, but I only hissed without saying a word. Like I was being compelled, I sat back without arguing further. He chuckled loudly, which  earned him another irritating glare for me.

"Melissa," he called.

"What? Can you just please drive, Melanie must be waiting and am exhausted already" I replied, surreptitiously. He prone his head on the steering for some seconds before looking up again, leaving me waiting impatiently. I watched as he cleared his throat before looking at me eventually.

" Can you do me a favour" he asked out of the blues, I stayed muted, what game is he trying to play? I clearly told him just now that I'm tired, and he knew what I was passing through, so I didn't expect him to stress me like this, or take my words lightly.

"Can't you wait till tomorrow" I retorted. 

" Just want you to say yes, will you?" 

"I don't know what you are driving at, just say it" 

He sighed, " I know you're heartbroken right now, and I can feel the pain you must be going through presently but please I just want one thing from you," he paused, he looked down at his hands, tugging both fingers into one another, while I wait eagerly for him to Finished , I find it funny because I found myself looking forwards to what he wished to ask, and for the fact that the way he talked right now, sounded like a different person entirely make me more anxious.

" Promise me that you will always call for me when you need help, and I also promised to be there when you need someone to console you" he concluded, brushing his hand through his brunette hair in frustration, I guess he also realised that his words are flat, like flat. But the most important thing is that I get what he is trying to pass across, even though he doesn't know how to express himself clearly.

" You can't be serious, I understand you feel sympathy for me but trust me I will be fine, moreover is not like you really care in the first place," his eyes widened immediately I muttered the last statement.

"But I.....do care"  

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