My psycho side

Jeff

      White ceiling. I wake up to a white ceiling again for the umpteenth time. I'm honestly tired of waking up and drifting back to sleep. I sit up and stretch my legs and hands. I feel much better after that little exercise. My eyes wander around trying to look for anything familiar but nothing comes to my line of sight. Suddenly my eyes drop to my hands and memories of Jacob's dead body, me waking up in a room in the warehouse near the cliff, following dad to the cliff where William is standing tied up, me holding a gun in my hands pointing at William. I can't believe I lost the only two men who cared for me more than anything in just a span of 24 hours.

      Speaking of, how long have I been here?

      As if to answer my question, a man about twenty four or five years dressed in scrubs and a stethoscope hunging around his neck walks into the room.

     "How are you feeling Miss Sheldon?" He asks. He looks very calm and free. I look him up and down to see if he has any tattoo to show he's one of dad's men but there's none. Finally, there's one person who's not under my dad's command.

      "I am fine..."

      "Doctor Cole but you can call me Cole."

       "Am fine Cole. Just a little headache and you can call me Camaya."

       "Well..." He says as he walks towards me and sits at the end of the bed and it sinks slightly.

       "It's bound to hurt since you've been here for almost two weeks now." He says that as he points to my head. Well yeah, it's bound to happen since I've... been here for two weeks.

        "What? I've been here for almost two weeks? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

        "Considering you've been unconscious all this time and you just woke up, yeah, no one would have told you." He looks at me and gives me a kind smile and I simply nod. He makes sense.

        "Has my dad, Mr. Larry Sheldon been here?"

       "He was here a while ago with your fiance. They check u..."

       "Wait what? My fiance?"

       "Yes. Your fiance." He says that in an obvious manner as if to say that's what I just said. Your fiance. He searches my face as if it will give him the answers he's looking for.

       "Do you remember what happened before you woke up?" Of course I remember everything. It's not like I have amnesia. Wait? Is he seriously implying I've amnesia.

      "Wait? What are you getting at? Look Cole, am absolutely fine. I remember every single thing that happened from when I could make sense of my surroundings." I'm starting to get angry.

       "Ok take it easy. I was just doing my job. Sorry to offend you Camaya."

     "I'm sorry too. Could you tell me who my fiance is?"

     "Jeff Orlando. You really need a check Camaya. I'll be back shortly." He walks out and am alone again.

   Jeff Orlando says he's my fiance. I've only ever met him a couple of times when dad would invite him and his parents over for dinner. I know nothing about him and now am engaged to him? I look to my left hand and that's when I notice a diamond ring on my ring finger. I could swear it wasn't there earlier.

       What? How did it get there? I try my best to remove it but it's stuck.

      "You won't be able to remove it sweetheart." I look up to meet dark black eyes.

      Jeff.

    "What are you doing?"

     "Isn't it obvious? Am here to see my fiancee." The 'duh' look plastered on his face.

      "You know what I mean so cut to the chase." His face turns serious. I hope he won't try to harm me. Well he possibly can't because we are at the hospital.

       "Our parents decided that we marry and so we got engaged three days ago."

       "Without my consent? How could you?" I know that my dad is a despicable man but I never ever in my wildest dreams thought he would marry me off to a man I barely know. My eyes get misty and I feel my body tremble. Betrayal. Scratch that, I feel betrayed.

     Why should I feel like this? I know my father always, always turns his back on others. Even the people he claimed to love. Like mom... and me.

     "You were uncon..."

     "Shut up." I yell at him and I see him clench his jaw. Am in trouble now.
He moves closer to me and holds my cheeks between his large hand.

     "Don't you dare speak to me like that again. Understand?" I manage to move my face from his hand and he takes a step back.

      "We are engaged now and there's nothing you can do to change that fact cause sweetheart, I always fight for what's mine and always get what I want." He slips his hands in his pockets and smiles a little. He's honestly handsome but with the way he's treating me, he won't look good in my eyes.

       I look down at my hands on my laps and stare at the ring. It's beautiful anyway but it was chosen for the wrong person, nope, am the right person but the person it's joining  me to is wrong and in a wrong time.

      I just turned nineteen and now am engaged to be married. I can't fight this fight anymore. The only person that gave me strength is gone and now I've no reason to fight. I'll just do whatever dad tells me to do.

     "I want to rest." I say and Jeff moves to kiss my temple.

     "Go ahead." I lay on my left side so that I don't have to stare at Jeff before I fall asleep. It takes me a while before I finally drift to sleep but am thankful that I actually got some sleep. My body needed much of that.

       "Wake up sweetheart. It's time to take your medicines." Jeff's face is the last thing I want to see but luck is always playing a game with me.

      I oblige and get up to eat some food and take my meds and just soon after am done, dad walks in. He's another face I don't wanna see but I can't have that either.

       "Taking care of your future wife already? We eager now?" He smirks at Jeff who respectfully stands up and greets dad. So much for being nice. I roll my eyes at the clear change of behavior to impress dad.

       "I've to Mr. Larry or who else can take care of my wife to be."

       "Just call me Larry. We will soon be in laws." They are busy chatting as if am not even around.

        I still can't rap my hands around the fact am now engaged to the arrogant, cunning and two faced Jeff Orlando. I've gotten myself in deep shit now and there's no way out of this one. No matter how I try, I'll never be able to come out of this alive.

      The Orlando's are no joke. Lincoln, Jeff's father and him are the second wealthiest family in Singapore. They are much stronger than my dad and that's the reason I know I can't win this fight. They can take anyone down with much of an effort and it's not that that makes me scared but what they will do to me when I disobey them.

      I know they won't kill me but they will torture me in ways I would rather be dead than feel all that pain.

     A week later am discharged from the hospital and Jeff is the one who picks me up. I am more than angry at that fact alone.