HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 85

Jennie

I opened my eyes to a hospital room. My arm was attached to an intravenous drip and there was no one around.

Who was I? I wondered.

Then it came to me. Oh, yes, I'm Jennie Kim and I live with my worthless perverted uncle and his sleaze bag son.

No, that's not right!

My breathing started picking up as I thought harder, and wracking my brain. Why was I in the hospital and what led me here?

I'm Jennie Manoban.

That led me to question: Where's Lisa?

I panicked and started scrambling out of bed when a nurse barged into the room and told me to calm down.

"But my spouse..." I sniffed, "She was in the accident too. Where is she right now?"

"Lie down Mrs. Kim."

Mrs. Kim?

"Your spouse is fine, but she's still unconscious. The doctors are doing their best."

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Tuesday."

The accident happened on Sunday. That means I'd been out for about forty-eight hours.

"Do you have any other close family members that I could call?"

Did I have any close family?

Bambam!

"Yes." I said. "But can I please make the call? It will only take two minutes."

She looked at me with pity, and I didn't care if I was being pitiful as long as I got what I wanted. After giving it some thought, she nodded and led me outside to the public phone.

My entire body hurt, but I had to do this. I dialled Bambam's cell phone number, thank goodness for my good memory that I could remember the number. Because just a few minutes ago, I had a hard time remembering who the hell I was.

He answered on the second ring, "Hello."

"Bambam."

He went completely silent for a moment, and then I heard soft sobs filling the other end of the line. "Jen...?"

"Yes, it's me." I said.

"Oh God, Jen... you're alive." He sobbed for a minute longer and then composed himself. I never knew Bambam could cry. I'd never seen him cry, not during the months that I had lived with the family. Warmth filled my chest.

"Are you alone?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm in my room. Is Lisa alright?" I could hear the worry in his voice. It seemed like he would rather not learn the truth if Lisa didn't make it.

"Yes. I'm yet to see her, but the nurse said that she's fine."

"You are on the news, Jen. They are showing us a badly crushed car. This is breaking news that every channel is covering. Austin didn't make it, so we assumed..."

"Nichkhun did it."

"What!?"

"Don't say a word, just listen to me. Do not tell anyone that we are alive, Bambam, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes."

"Nichkhun sent us on this trip to get us killed. The car had a bomb attached inside, the brakes were faulty! We are supposed to be dead, but we survived since we jumped out of the speeding car."

"But Austin..."

"Austin was on a murder-suicide mission. His family is getting money and his kids are going to some Ivy League college." I told him, and then turned around to find the nurse hovering over me, "I need your help."

"Anything."

"I need money."

"How much?" He asked without hesitation.

"Twenty thousand dollars."

My request was met with silence and then he whisper-shouted, "Are you insane!? I can't give you that much! It's not that I don't have it, I have plenty, but Nichkhun checks my bank statements everyday. I wouldn't be able to explain where I spent that much money."

He totally had a point. Nichkhun that bastard would most definitely have his eyes pinned on Bambam now, even more than in the past.

He sighed. "What are you planning to do with the money?"

"Disappear with Lisa. Start a new life, anything, until she gets her memories back."

"I can give you five thousand for now." He offered.

"I'll take it, and I'll return it as soon as I can." I promised him. "Also, I think you'll need to pay for the hospital bills anonymously."

"Done. Tell me where and how. It's going to be difficult, but I'll figure it out."

"Thank you and please be very careful. I'm worried about you, too. They might target you next."

After I hung up on the call, I went back to my room. I wanted to see Lisa, and I was desperate. I had to insist a lot on the nurse to let me see her because I wanted to make sure that she was okay. It took tons of arguing on my part, and some tears to gain sympathy, and then finally she agreed.

Lisa's eyes were closed, and she appeared to be sleeping peacefully. There was a large gauze wrapped around her bare chest but she was breathing easily. Not wanting to disturb her rest, I let the nurse guide me back to my room.

On my way back, I noticed the chaos that surrounded me. A young man was brought in for a drug overdose, an unsuccessful surgery which led to the death of a woman, and the loud ear-piercing wail of the woman's mother. These melancholic feelings were taking a toll on me.

I am feeling so emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted that I almost wish I had died in that car crash.