Sat on the fence pt.3

September 21

Saturday

8:00 pm

Amira's Pov

It's been two weeks since the incident and Lara never missed a day without visiting me at least once, no matter what time of the day as long as she's within the allowed timeframe.

The cops came, the doctors were the same. They all had their fair share of questions that I also wanna know the answers of but since no one can crack the mystery without me telling the whole story, they all ended up accusing me.

"Are you on drugs?"

"I wish I am." I said with my whole chest.

"Miss, if you're doing this just to attract costumers-"

"Are you implying that I'm toying with my own life just for hype?" my voice cracked but who cares, I'm so tired of everyone's judging eyes. "… please leave me alone."

I turned my face away and if possible, my body as well but since my wounds are too deep, the male doctor advised for me to stay lying on my chest till they say otherwise.

The odds of the cuts opening up from drastic movements is still high and it's gonna be worse for my mental health to stay longer in this private hospital than originally expected due to the lack of available bed in the only public hospital in the city.

I felt relieved when they all left me in peace. The things I've been going through lately is already taking a toll to my mental stability.

My eyelids are getting heavy, yet the deafening silence is blocking me from the rest I very much need right now. And after all the numbers I have to count just to reach the point of no return, a familiar voice pops up and takes away all my efforts out.

"How are you feeling?"

I refused to open my eyes and pretended to be sleeping since there's no point in talking with him anyway.

"I know you're awake so please answer me."

He didn't sound rude at all, in fact it's like he's begging but I can't explain why my blood just boiled hearing it.

"If you can tell when a person is faking it then why can't you guess the feeling of being carved up by sharp nails?"

"I'm sorry I didn't arrive in time."

I wish I could turn around and yell at him to release all my frustrations since I met him.

If I could only move to call the doctors and cops who doubted me I would, just to clear my name before I see an article in some cheap newspaper about my mental instability that could affect the shop's newly found popularity.

Instead my eyes watered. I just know he's gonna leave in the middle of the conversation again and as usual, I'll be the laughingstock of everyone who hears about this.

"Please…" I sniffed quietly and tried to speak clearly, "…just leave me alone. I'm so tired of this…"

"Amira," my eyelids flung open at the contact of a leather fabric over my nose. He gently wiped the tear away and caressed my cheek. "I'm sorry for all the misunderstandings."

I watched him sit on the cushioned wooden chair across. He was wearing a black polo-shirt under a formal pair of suits and a shiny pair of shoes that looked like they just have been taken out of the store.

When I raised my gaze, our eyes met. I thought I'd get flustered again because he usually stares at me intensely but contrary to my expectations, those pair of brown eyes looked heavy and droopy.

He crossed his slim legs and clasped his fingers over his lap. I suddenly felt uneasy and I don't know why.

"First of all, your friend and I were never in a relationship."

My jaws fell. After all the stories I've heard from Lara, there's no way he's telling the truth but I let him carry on.

"My assistant contacted her to offer a job. She misunderstood and went straight to my hotel room with something else in mind. I told her I have no plan to abuse her, however, since she needed money and I wanted some information, we came into a conclusion. She shall tell me everything she knows about your past in exchange of a huge sum of money."