Because it was Love.

A new beginning

"Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed. "
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Chapter 12

-Awya's POV-

The throbbing pain at the side of my head was getting intense by every passing second. Though I tried to soothe the pain out of habit, my hands were reluctant to do the bidding.

I wanted to get away from the darkness that was swallowing me. It was as if you were entombed inside a dark dungeon, pitch black and damp. I tried opening my eyes but they thought otherwise. They seemed all of a sudden too heavy to move, as if a ton of bricks were laying on top of them. A simple task like opening my mouth to form a word seemed like a hike through the Mt.Everest. God, how I regret all those time that I took my body for granted.

My thought of regret came to a halt when I heard a deep, amatory voice ceasing the silence around me,"Awya?"

"Is she up?" I knew who this voice belonged to. It seemed strange to me that I was easily able to recognize his voice. Since when did I become so familiar with his voice? And most importantly what was he doing here?

"Yeah, I think she is, don't worry you want end up behind bars now" This time the stranger's voice sounded bitter as if he was pissed.

The hushed voice didn't make the headache any better nor did I feel any better. I tried and finally fluttered my eyelids open and the bright light was too much to take in, resulting my eyes to shut tight as fast as it opened. After few seconds of blinking and adjusting finally, my eyes took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The white drapes, the cream painted walls, the table with a bouquet of white roses and finally my hand that was used as a pin cushion for multiple number of needles.

The unfamiliar background finally made sense. I am in a hospital and it hit me like a ton of bricks, I was supposed to meet Wicky when a black car out of nowhere hit me on my side, flinging me on to a nearby lamp post. The right side of my body is plastered and my head was wrapped tight with dressing. It was causing a nauseating feeling and excruciating pain.

While I was inspecting the damaged state I was in, I saw someone approach me from the corner of my eye. It was as expected Lohan standing beside me and a middle aged man with a buzz hair cut and dressed in sharp suit was standing behind him holding a suit case.

"Look, I am sorry. I was on my phone talking and out of nowhere you came right at me I couldn't stop, at least not before the damage was already done". His face had no emotion and his tone was cold, it was clear to even a blind man that his apology wasn't sincere. Deep down for some unknown reason it hurt to acknowledge how he felt about me.

"Hello Awya, I am Brandon, Lohan's lawyer. And I'm here on behalf of Mr. Newyearn to tell you that we are extremely sorry for the damage he has caused. Lohan is a bit reckless but I'm sure he meant you no harm and he is deeply sorry of what his thoughtless actions had led to. You don't have to worry about the hospital bills, it has already been taken care of and I have already called your parents for you".

I simply nodded and mouthed a Thank you, as talking was impossible for me. He gave me a simple nod back to show he understood. All through this exchange I was conscious of Lohan watching me with his hawk eyes, a soft knock to the door made all eyes turn to the nurse.

"Excuse us. I need to do some tests on the patient. Sir, would you mind?"

"I will come back tomorrow Awya. Please contact me if there is anything that you need". He extended me a business card; I took it without a word. He stiffly nodded and walked out of the room without a second glance at Lohan.

"Look...I really am sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you". He had the same cold voice as earlier but it was hushed now, yet somehow I believed his words when he said he didn't mean to hurt me. There was moment of silence, he was staring deep into my eyes and I felt as if he was looking for something there. After what felt like an eternity he spoke again, "Let me know if you need anything". With that he turned and walked away from me.

Though there were million things I wanted to ask him, I choose to keep quiet. Something about the way he stared at me made him seem more distanced than usual and I knew he didn't want to talk right now. It was as if he was in a different state of mind, questioning himself and searching for answers through my eyes. Whatever the answers he sought, he seemed to not have found it because he left with a deep frown on his face. The nurse approached me and she was giving me insulin to ease my pain. My thoughts started drifting and I dozed off into a long dreamless slumber.

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-Lohan's POV-

It was 10 pm and it had been 7 hours since the accident. I was sitting next to Awya's hospital bed in the couch and staring at her dark silhouette through the darkness. Her parents weren't here yet, and I wondered whether they really cared about her at all, but that wasn't my problem to worry about. I decided to stay back tonight at the hospital not because I cared but because I felt guilty.

She was mine. She should know that by now. I was putting myself out there doing dumb shit like cutting myself just because of her! And this is how she treats me? Flirting with some f*cker? I crouched forward in the couch and roughly ran my hands through my hair with both hands out of frustration. I, Lohan Newyearn, was harming myself because of a girl like her? Since when did I start getting so low for a girl like her!

I couldn't believe myself when I was tempted to cut myself in front of her. She rejected me for the thousandth time, and I was livid at her. She was all happy and normal by herself in the cafeteria like she didn't do anything to me, like she didn't f*cking reject me. I was so irritated that she was doing well, she was able to be fine when I was fuming inside. I was so furious that I cut myself to get her to come crawling back to me. But no she didn't, she just walked away like she didn't even give a shit.

I had a bad day and when I was about to leave, there she was standing in the parking lot talking with some guy, smiling and happy. She was happy while I was fuming. I really didn't mean to hurt her. I was too occupied with my emotions at the time that without my knowledge I drove forward into her car. All I wanted was to hit his bike and not do her any damage. I was driving forward targeting his bike when that f*cker drove off too fast and Awya crossed my path. Next thing I know, I went and hit the driver's seat where she was seated. I quickly got off the vehicle and ran to her side. I tore the door open and held her tight to examine her damages. I knew I had to move fast to get her to the hospital. I wasn't planning on having jail time anytime soon.

I called an ambulance and then called the one man I knew who had my back anytime, not out of loyalty to me but to my father. He was there in a swift and he took everything onto his hands from there on wards. He was doing his well as expected, after all he was my father's lawyer or his own loyal dog as I liked to call him. The old man had a reputation to keep so he would only hire the best to deal with his personal issues. I can tell Brandon was not pleased with me but nevertheless he did his job, after all he wasn't paid shit ton of cash for nothing. He wasn't new to cleaning up my shit, it's not like this was the first time I've caused trouble.

"I took care of everything here. There is no reason to worry now. And it's best if you call your father, he wants to talk to you" he recited in a monotone voice and turned on his heel to walk away before he turned back around, "A word of advice young man, you better get a hold of yourself before you reach your limit with your father. As we all know, that doesn't end up well for anyone", with that he walked away leaving me to my thoughts, I will get that son of a bitch next time.

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