Broken: A New Life. (Lauren Cimorelli Story. BOOK 2)

Chapter 11.

I nervously ran near the resuscitation room. I was given a white robe. Which I never wore.

Arthur had an accident.
He went home in a taxi when they crashed into a large double-decker bus.

The taxi driver was dead, and Arthur was barely conscious when he was found, he managed to mutter a phone number and my name, and then shut down.

They didn't tell me what happened to him. I knew only that he was in intensive care.

I sat on the floor near the wall and buried my face in my knees.
Oh, my God, why does that happening to me? Why can't God let us live in peace?!

I have not go to church anymore. And now, in my mind I slipped into the idea that I'm starting to hate him. God. He always sends me some tests. What for? What have I done?!
I sighed and heard the creak of the door.

I looked up and immediately jumped up when he saw the doctor who operated on Arthur.

"Well, how is he?!"

"Girl," he said wearily, taking off gloves, "Mr. Borup is okay. But you can't be here now, he is unconscious."

"And when will I can?" whispered I.

"Tomorrow. It is not known how he will feel."

"And what happened to him?"

"Damaged stomach and a broken shoulder. But all is well," he assured.  "The operation was successful. it makes no sense to worry."

I said goodbye to the doctor and slowly trudged out of the hospital.
I called a taxi and sat down on a bench near the entrance.
It started to rain.
I looked up at the sky.

"I Hate you," I whispered furiously, feeling the rain washes away the tears from my face.

Two weeks passed.

Arthur turned the bull health. His damaged stomach rebounded this week, another week he waited until his shoulder will be okay.

Together we returned home, where I prepared a gala dinner.

After dinner, I sat in my room and brushing my hair when someone knocked on the door and Arthur went in.

"Everything was very tasty, Lauren Kristen Cimorelli," he said and sat down on the bed.

"Thank you," I smiled and put down the comb. "How's your shoulder?" I asked and sat down next to him.

"Slightly It hurts, but it's nothing. We have a problem in a serious way."

"What?!" I was really worried.

"You're very beautiful," the guy whispered.

"You're stupid," I smiled, feeling his hand on mine.

"Why are you so beautiful, Lauren Kristen Cimorelli?" he whispered, leaning toward me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"I don't know," I whispered and closed my eyes. And after a moment I felt his lips on mine. It was a long tender kiss. Arthur... I missed him. I really missed it. As imperceptibly became a passionate kiss.

When the language of Arthur carrot to me, I could not resist and moaned into his mouth. I felt dizzy and breathing quickened. I felt very excited and lay back on the bed. Arthur, not looking up from my lips, turned on me.

"What are you doing with me?" he whispered, looking up from my lips and then kissed me on the neck.

I felt a hand under my T-shirt. He kissed me again, and this time I tried to take off his shirt. He helped me and kissed my neck again.

Oh my God...

In the morning I was awakened by a gentle kiss.

I opened my eyes and saw Arthur's face in front of him.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said.

"Good," I smiled.

"You were great in the last night," he whispered in my ear, and I blushed.

It was the best night of my life. Passion. So you can call it. Arthur was incredibly tender and the first time I enjoyed. Like Max never happened.

"And Yes,' Arthur sat next to me and suddenly became serious. "Lauren Kristen Cimorelli, why are you so thin?"

Oops.

"I'm fine," I tried to lie.

"You do not need to lie. You are very thin. And you have not had dinner yesterday. What's the matter?"

"I didn't eat because I ate supper, until cooked."

"Okay. Let us assume that I believed you. I'll cook breakfast. And you," he pointed a finger at me. "Don't go out from the table until you eat all that I will give you."

I nodded and the man left. I got out of bed, dressed, and trudged into the bathroom.

I got out of the bath, and didn't decided what to do.

"Lolo, I need to go to work! I will be in the evening," Arthur shouted, kissed me on the cheek and raced to the staircase.

I watched dumbfounded him go, then smiled contentedly and went to the computer.

I knew that girls go to Korea, to remove the clip. I'm so happy for them! They're rock!

Arthur went to work in La for three days. Before that, I didn't eat one and a half weeks. And these three days, I am not going to.

It was a day when Arthur had to return. I didn't feel very well. Dizzy, darkened eyes. But I was not going to give up.

I was in my room when I felt a dry mouth. I sighed and got up and trudged to the kitchen.

I poured in a glass of water and went to the window.

Arthur and I are lived on the third floor. Looking down I saw a taxi. When I saw Arthur coming out of the car, I smiled happily. But my smile faded after a moment.

For Arthur got out of the car a tall girl with short black hair. They kissed.

I felt terrible dizziness. I stepped back and dropped a glass on the floor. Spit. I grabbed the edge of the table and shaken. Before my eyes were kissing Arthur and the girl.

His eyes darkened and I fell.