Her Best Second Chance

Chapter 9 Zayn

Samyrah's POV
Myra

My vision blur struggling with the lights in my surroundings. My body felt heavy and my muscles weak.Trying to adjust my self in a more comfortable position, I then notice I am hook to IV fluids.

Scanning the environment perceiving I am in a hospital room, my eyes land on the thick cast plastered around my left leg and right wrist.

Trying to push myself into a sitting position I groan in anguish as a searing pain travel down my spine.

Falling back into my recent position, occurrence of the accident slowly compile together in my mind.

"Zayn" I mutter sighing to myself.

My eyes well up with tears as I somehow find myself caught in his mess again.

'When will I ever learn?'

He is like a spider and I constantly get caught in his web of deception. I am equally to be blame as him seeing I got into his car when I promised myself I was done.

Without a choice I lay in bed peering at the pale cream door hoping someone will make an entrance soon.

Solayne's POV

(Please pay attention to the change in POV's)

I pace back and forth in my empty room thinking of what else to get done. I have rearranged everything in the house, apply for the few jobs I could find through the media and yet here I am still not sure what else to do.

I flop my body onto the bed

'It sucks not having any hobbies'

I tried calling Myra earlier however her phone just rang out, I assume she was busy seeing she is always working if not partying.

Myra works for one of those dancehall artist whose name I cannot remember mainly because that's not my genre of music.

She works 3 days out of the week as an accountant for him. Her other 4 days are spent making and selling wigs, yes my best friends makes wigs from scratch with her hands and of course with the help of some other tools. For right now she works from home however I cannot wait for her to open her salon later on this year.

She makes me so proud whenever I think about her. Always chasing the bag and focused on her goals. Seeing her do something she absolutely loves warms my heart especially after everything she endured.  She deserves nothing but happiness.

Sighing, 'staying around here is depressing. '

Taking a shower I get dressed in something comfortable and head for my car.

Deciding to watch a movie, I drive to the sovereign center finding a suitable parking spot.

'Welp this is better than staying home.'

Phoning Myra again before I make my way inside her phone went straight to voicemail, hmm that's odd she should have left work already from around 4 or 5. Today is one of those days where she works as an accountant but I doubt the guy keeps her around this late in the night especially seeing she doesn't have a drive. Yes she is my certified passenger princess once I am free.

I quickly shoot her a message before entering, only one thick went through. Shrugging it off I find my way inside.

~*~

The Avengers (End Game) was in theatre tonight. I am not really a movie fan but who doesn't like a good movie sometimes. Stuffing my cheeks with popcorn I scan the theatre for a proper seat.