The Billionaire's Lost Lady

Chapter 4: She's My Dream

Selene

I didn't go to school the next day.

I couldn't.

As soon as I saw myself in that nasal tube and the oxygen tank, strapped to the trolley, I broke down.

For two years I had been hiding my disease, the acute leukemia that revealed itself, broke my will, my short listed life span. Now, in that one day, I was about to unravel all that with just one piece of plastic tube and a metal tank.

Was that how life was going to be for me, until I was going to go?

I didn't want to reveal my feelings to my mother or father. Still, I could see how my actions were enough to show them everything.

The day after that, I picked up my bones and dressed in an oversized dark green sweater and tight black jeans. I snaked the plastic tube from under my sweater, starting from the hem and coming out of the neckline, before I settled the nasal tube in my nostrils. I stuck the silver oxygen tank, which looked like a large sports bottle, in the black trolley that was meant for that specific function.

When I stood in front of the full body mirror to check out my looks, I grimaced at the sight. I looked like a corpse. I decided to apply some foundation, some mascara and light lip balm on my lips before heading out. My brother, was at an advantage because dad decided to start dropping us to school. He wanted to do it permanently but after begging, I convinced him to only for the week.

"You okay, Enie?" Dad asked as I looked at my high school building with reluctance. I didn't want to do it.

But I had to.

My soul revealed to me.

"Yeah- um, yeah." I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed the door open of his black Audi.

"Kiddo, you can do this." My dad took my hand and kissed the back of it. There was no pity in his eyes, just a shade of pride.

"I love you, dad." My voice broke.

"I love you too." He kissed the air as he pinched my cheek and I turned to move out of the car.

Every step I took, every move I made, my heart threatened to give up as my breath deteriorated. I didn't even feel myself. I was so out of motion and thought. It felt like I was racing the most undefeated battle. I thought I was winning but on the contrary, I was the loser. Before I could even reach the three steps to the main doors of the school building, they burst open, revealing a panting Sean.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hey?" He spat with utter disbelief on his face. He jumped down the steps to me and slapped my arm.

"You didn't text, didn't call, for two days and you say hey?" He scolded and I chuckled.

"How did yo-"

"Bumped into Allan, inside." He interrupted, his eyes travelled down my body and to the care I was dragging alongside me. He inhaled a deep breath and I licked my lips.

"Sean, I'm fine." I took his hand.

"I know." He hissed and wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't do this again, okay?" He muttered on my shoulder.

"Okay." I chuckled as he pulled away. Then, he walked up the stairs and I stared at him with raised brows.

"I am not picking you up." He shrugged with a cocked brows and I laughed. His eyes widened for a millisecond and he picked up the oxygen carry.