Chapter 2

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​Two days passed and I was finally allowed to leave this retched hospital. The doctor told me that I needed to take a certain medication and that It would help control my PTSD. And even though I was out of the hospital, I was still band from seeing Brandon. They kept telling me it was for my personal safety, but I didn't care. He was mine, and I deserved a chance to see him.

While I walked into my house that I shared with Brandon, I was holding a handful of groceries. When I placed them on the counter, I called my mom from my cell. I really wanted to know how Brandon was doing, so I have been constantly calling them to pick up more information on his health.

So far, I've learned that he has been fine enough to speak and joke around, but I also heard that he hasn't said a word about me. No, "How's Tiffany," or "Is my fiancé okay" or even an "I'm so sorry Tiffany has PTSD" hell, whenever they'd even mention my name to him, he'd just stare at them and then continue like he didn't even hear them.

​"Yes, Tiff, oh my god, he's fine for the millionth time," said my sister Veronica.

​"Did he say anything about me? Does he even..."

"Remember you? Sorry to break it to you, sis, but he seems to remember nothing about you, though he did seem to recognize me." Her voice was full of gloat and I wanted nothing more than to reach my hand through the phone and slap them. How dare she. She knew how much I loved him. How much he meant to me, and if I wasn't the forgiving type, I would be blaming her for the whole incident.

​"Get Diana on the phone," I demanded.

​"Okay, I see someone woke up salty..."

​ 'Veronica, who are you talking to?' The voice in the background was so familiar I almost stopped breathing.

​"Oh, no one important, just my sister. Remember the boring one I told you about?" I couldn't believe she was just waving me off. I mean I'm his fiancé! His soon-to-be wife! How could she speak to him about me like that?

​'I can't wait to finally get out of this hospital!' he said seductively. There's plenty of stuff I would like to do to you...' And then I heard the beep of phone. Anger boiled over me. I hated her. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me, taunting me, and flirting with my fiancé. And what did he mean by, there was plenty of stuff he wanted to do to her? I mean some people would interpret that he was going to have sex, but it couldn't be, he wouldn't... right? I just wish I was able to speak to him, to at least try to make him remember me. So I dialed Diana's number.

​"Hey, Tiffany, are you okay, do you need anything?" she gurgled sounding almost drunk, and I could hear a lot of sounds in the back ground, almost like a party but I thought she was at the hospital with Veronica.

​"Yeah, actually, I could use a little help" I said, ignoring the music. My problems were a lot more important. "Veronica is flirting with Brandon and its pissing me off. So I was wondering if you wouldn't mind going back there and tell him to call me and let me speak to him. The doctors can band me from seeing him but they can't band me from speaking to him."

​"Look, Tiff, I'm a little busy at the moment. Look, I promise you, I'll help you later. I gotta go, bye" And then just like that, she was gone too. Well they can both suck it. If I can't get into contact with him, then there's no other choice then to sneak in.

I quickly walked over towards the kitchen counter where I put the groceries and my purse and pulled out my keys and walked out the door to my car. Once I got in, I started up the engine and made my way to the hospital.
​Once I got there, I put my car in park and made my way to the front entrance and went in.

Okay... now what? How am I supposed to sneak pass security or any of the doctors to get to him, I've never snuck anywhere before. Well I had to do something; I've started to notice people staring at me.

I made my way to the front desk where a nice looking young lady was pleasantly sitting on her computer.

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