Shattered Illusions

Chapter 5 - A new beginning?

Allysa's POV:

I was being happy in my own heaven, there were no problems, no nightmares, "they" could not reach me, and I was finally damn free. Until darkness blanketed me again and I was transported to some sort of tunnel. The worst part? I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. NO, PLEASE NO, I DON'T WANNA COME BACK, DON'T REVIVE ME!!!! But there was no one who would listen to me as I just started slipping away through the tunnel as if there was no concept of friction on the ground here. Well, I mean I am in heaven duh. Suddenly, a sharp white light greeted me, and I struggled to open my eyes. I was squinting, wondering if someone would tell me what the hell happened. I could hear the clattering of objects and someone shouting for the doctor. It wouldn't take a genius to guess that I am in a hospital. Well, good luck losers, I do not have any insurance or money to pay you for your services. Ugh fuck my already fucked life.

All of a sudden, someone entered my room, and I was met with a pair of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. So deep blue with a swirl of grey, as if depicting the ocean and its ferocity in the stormy weather as the winds howl and the waves strike against the shore, summoning everyone's attention. I just kept on staring at him as he stared back. God, is he... my doctor? Bless you. Then a middle-aged man entered my room wearing a white coat. Question answered. But still, who is he? The doctor started asking me those same boring questions:

Doc: What is your name?
Me: Allysa Carson
Doc: What is your age?
Me: 24 y/o
Doc: Do you remember how you ended up here and the incidents before leading upto it?
Me: Yes
Doc: Do you think there is any part of your memory which might be missing, or you've forgotten?
Me: I wish.

The doctor just raised his eyebrows and turned to the man I was currently eye fucking. He told him that I was alright and haven't lost my memory. They would still like to keep me under observation for a few days though. Although, I will need a lot of bed rest and I can't walk on my own for at least two or so months. After that, I have to be indulged in physiotherapy and so on, he kept on talking and talking. After a while, I had tuned them out and started wondering what I would do with my life now. Above everything, how would I pay these medical bills when I could hardly afford to pay my rent. Oh shit, they told me that I had been out for 15 days which means I have already lost the lease of my apartment. Why God why?!

Suddenly, someone touched my arm and I flinched at their touch. It was that man. He asked me, "Are you okay?" to which I responded, "Who are you?" Then he explained me that his name is Alex Chase, and he is the CEO of the company whose building I jumped from. He is the one who saved me. I kinda cursed him for that but damn, his voice is so deep. If I could, I would jump his bones right now. What the fuck?! Are these drugs somehow making me horny? He cleared his throat and I realized instead of answering him, I was just staring at him again. I blushed and just said, "Thank you for your kindness." He asked me if I had someone who I could call who could take my responsibility and of the discharge procedure. I came up blank. I mean I have Isabel, but I couldn't call her right now. She is the head of the Army Medical Corps and before I jumped, I read her last message saying, "Hey babe, I'm really sorry I cannot join you to clubbing today. I just received my e-mail and I have been deported to Israel to take care of the personnels who are injured on the war front." I just texted her back saying, "It's okay, I love you" thinking that it would be my last message to her but guess not. Finally, I told him that no, I do not but it's alright since I am used to taking care of myself.

He stared at me for a while and said, "Alright then, you are coming home with me." I gasped and looked at him as if he has grown two heads. There is no way I am going home with a stranger, no matter how much he has helped me or how much of a Greek God he is. I told him that I can't, since I do not know him, obviously and I also have to figure out how to pay my medical bills since that is going to be quite a pickle right now. He told me that he already has. What?! Why?! I never asked him to do that, why is he so hell bent on taking care of me? He just said that since the incident happened from his building, he felt kind of responsible for the whole thing. That does not make sense, or maybe it does. Maybe he is helping me to better his image in public's opinion since I heard in the news that Chase Enterprises is in some kind of problem. Still, I need a job and have to pay him back. So, I told him that first, I need to find a job for myself. I could tell that he was slowly losing his temper. He said that the doctor just told me to get bed rest, why can't I get it through my head. How rude! I started yelling at him that he is no one to tell me what I should or can do. It's my life and my wish what I choose to do with it. He started yelling back too then, "Well if it is so much your life, then you should have taken care of it before! You are coming with me and that's final. Dare cross me and I swear you won't find a single fucking job anywhere!" My mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, but I couldn't say anything. He smirked at me, kept his finger under my chin, closing it and said, "That's my girl. Now, come on princess, get ready soon. We have to go." I gave him an annoyed look and slapped his hand away. "Don't call me that." He just chuckled. Damn, even that is so hot.

The nurse then entered my room and asked him, "Sir, we need to change her. Would you like to do that yourself or should we?" He looked at her and seemed like he was in thought. I cleared my throat and narrowed my eyes at him saying to the nurse, "Please you do, he can wait outside." He gave me a smug smile. The nerve of that bastard. There is no way he is ever laying a hand on me. I got ready in a white summer dress with black polka dots and a black ribbon tied on my waist. It was pretty. Did he buy it? How did he even know my size? Creepy. Anyways, I looked in the mirror, cuts and bruises covering my face and hands, and my legs in plaster. I looked like shit but at least better than before in that ugly hospital gown. I sighed and just sat straighter as he came inside my room along with one other guy and a wheelchair. He set it down beside my bed and gave his hand so I could hold it, get down from the bed and sit down on the chair. I narrowed my eyes at his hand, and he just rolled his own. "Take it, it won't bite you." The other guy laughed from behind. My eyes scanned him up and down. "That's my younger brother, Marcus Chase, he is gonna live with us at the house too and you can ask for his help anytime." Marcus came forward to shake my hand and gave me a charming smile. "Nice to meet you, babe" Alex slapped him on his head upside down and said to him in an annoyed tone, "Don't call her that." I ignored him and simply told Marcus, "You can call me whatever you want and it's my pleasure to meet you." Marcus awed and clutched his heart with fake enthusiasm making me laugh. Dramatic, I like him. Marcus pulled me down with ease and help me sit in the wheelchair. By now, Alex was beyond annoyed. I was literally suppressing my laughter. He yelled at me for no reason, serves him right.

Then they took me down the hall, in the elevator and down to the compound where multiple black cars were waiting. How many patients are here today, did some major accident happen? My question was soon answered and when a driver got out of the car and told Alex, "Boss, everything is ready at the house and all the guards are waiting in the cars as well." Alex just nodded at him and proceeded to get me set in the car. I looked at him with a smile and he looked confused. "I want to sit with Marcus." Uh-oh now he looks irritated. From behind him, Marcus was shouting. "Yay! She likes me better than you. Come on buddy, step aside." Alex just pinned him to the ground with a death glare and told me, "Shut up." What?! I can't even choose who I spend my precious time with. What an asshole. I just looked out the window ignoring him as he slid inside the car beside me. I watched the buildings passing me by, waiting to reach our destination. I again got lost in my thoughts. How am I supposed to act around him, what should I do, what if he could give me some job in his house or company? But right now, I need to rest which is really hard considering I am staying with some strangers and one of them is pretty much an asshole and very dominating. The other one seemed nice. I rotated my head to look at him and found out that he was already staring at me. He cleared his throat and looked ahead. Weirdo. God why is there so much tension in this car and a lot of uncomfortable silence. I was okay only when I was lost in my own thoughts. Before I could speak anything, the car suddenly came to a halt.

It was a large mansion surrounded by a lot of greenery and flowers. There was a fountain in the center of the ground and then behind it, a gravel path which led to the front door of the house. It was beautiful. He got out of the car and got my wheelchair out from the trunk. Without being a brat this time, I quickly got in the chair before he leaves me alone out here. He took me inside the house as the guards greeted him at the front door. To say the least, I was in awe on seeing the interiors. My god, I don't deserve this. Why is he letting me stay? I should get out, but before I could think of saying anything, he spoke first. "Don't even think about going out or doing something stupid. There are guards everywhere surrounding the house and maids to help you with the daily routine. A doctor would come every alternate day to do your regular checkup. And I swear to God, don't you dare defy me right now or be a little brat." I glared at him. "Be nice, I am hurt, and I am your guest." He looked amused for real. What a weirdo. Then he took me by the elevator on the first floor and showed me my room. Wow. It was quite a large room with a king-sized bed in the middle. The beige coloured walls and white curtains gave it somewhat an aesthetic look. There were framed quotes everywhere and a bookshelf against the far wall. There was also a joint balcony which I have yet to check. He set my pillows on the bed in a position that they could support my back. I decided that I would check out the whole room later on as I was beginning to get drowsy. He helped me get on the bed and tucked me in while covering me with a soft blanket. Then he stood there as if debating something and then shook his head while going out to close my door and let me sleep.

"Oh, by the way, my room is just beside yours, so if you need anything, I am right here."

Uh-oh, this can't be good.

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