Mishi On The Run

I owe an Explanation

A few hours later I was discharged from the hospital.  Nayel walked me to the car holding my hand in his, uneasy of letting me out of his sight almost as if he cared for me. Sometimes all these gestures make me forget how brutal and cruel of a man he is, the aggression no where to be seen. Maybe this is one of the facts where I keep coming down to the same revelation 'The disbelieving truth hidden from the world about Nayel Asif.'  He is too complex  as a person in terms of emotions and feelings which I completely and miserably fail to understand. 

The battle in my head about so much happening in the past few hours is now beginning to give me a headache and I'm also beginning to feel I should have just stayed in the hospital bed under those white sheets. 

'Maybe just maybe the soul angel would appear to take me away from all this and I'd be taken to the heaven.' 

But then again how is that even possible because I have so many unfinished businesses. So I frowned and started to think ,"No Mishi the angel would be telling me to face the devil as they have a bet placed on me among them whose gonna win, yeah so much for my luck".

The ride to home was quick or at least that's what I figured. The driver pulled over to my apartment building, he got out from the front and came to open my door for me as I was unable to get out without actually hurting myself in the process. He drove away and here I looked at the entrance of the building with only one question bugging me ever since I opened my eyes in the hospital after the accident.

"How am I going to explain all this to the boys?"

I was able to convince the doctor that all my injuries were a cause of an accident in the kitchen to which he clearly gave me a look of  'Miss do you think I'm in the mood to hear a story sounding like some thriller scene coming straight from a movie?', but I tried my best not to give away anything of how I actually got these injuries. He is a doctor after all and he must deal with cases like these every day and have enough experience to analyse that there is something wrong. There is a man standing in a suit with a dark shadow powering over a young girl who keeps on refusing that her condition might have anything to do with this man who doesn't seem worried about his poor hurt wife. 

' The doctor is not buying your story Mishi, uh-oh I'm losing this. Nayel is right here and I can feel his steaming irritation even when I have my back on him. I need to think of something fast or else we are are up for more drama in the hospital, which is the last thing I need right now."  

While thinking of something to look more convincing to the doctor, mach to my dismay he agreed and went along with my story and didn't involve any police. To say that I was relieved is like on a very sunny and hot day I just got a Popsicle to cool myself.  He finally gave me a stern look saying that I should be more careful and let me off easy.

I struggled my way through the entrance of the lobby with a stick in my arm helping me balance my walk, I pressed for the elevator to arrive and waited. I lived in a building where people never really cared about their neighbours or snooped around anywhere, no one ever really knocked on my door in the middle of the night asking for some ice or sugar. I am not sure the people living here were lost in their own world or I was just so busy with the guys that I never really got a chance chance to get to know a lot of people. The elevator door opened and I got a feeling that I can't afford to stand on one leg for long, so hurrying my way through the corridor to my apartment after getting out of the elevator I frowned.

" Shoot! All of stuff is at the boys place, I don't have the key. I can call them and ask for it as a matter of fact I am damn sure they are going to be here soon but I can't be standing out the door that long. I want as much time as I can get before I am in front of them answering their questions."