Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 20

"She's going to be okay?" Mark's voice could be heard in the distance.

"Yeah, don't worry..." Paul told him.

I opened my eyes and I found myself in my bedroom, Liz sitting on the edge of the bed as she held my hand.

"What happened?" I asked not understanding why I was there.

"One more Angie..." Liz whispered when she noticed I had come aroundand I moved my eyes from hers.

Because at that moment I hated myself.

It couldn't still be happening or should I say, it couldn't be happening after ten years, after all I had suffered and after all I had fought to overcome those panic attacks.

"Perhaps you should see a doctor again...?"

"No." I coldly replied "I'm not gonna take those damn pills again"

"You rather having these attacks every day then?"

"I'm not having them every day okay!?"

"Whenever you see him Angie..." Liz softly said and stood up from the bed "You just can't live like this---"

"Stop talking about that Liz! Nothing's going on! I'm just.... stressed out with all these changes and---"

"I won't stop talking about that Angie..." she retorted "I care for you and I just can't see you going through this again, knowing that you can be over them if---"

"If what?" I sat up on my bed.

"You know you got not many options Angie... You either start taking those pills again or you tell the truth and you accept what happened" Liz stated calmly and got ready to walk out of the bedroom.

"There's nothing I should tell anyone!" I yelled and tears choked me "I can't tell anything..."

"You can Angie... Tell him---" she turned round "Tell Mark the truth... You're such a lucky person and you don't even realize---"

"I'm not lucky Liz... "

"You've been given a second chance and you're not taking advantage of it..."

"This ain't a second chance Liz..." I shook my head and lifted my eyes to see her and found Mark standing beside her.

Liz looked at me and then at Mark before she left the room. I didn't know why she wanted me to tell Mark everything... As if he would care about the past... as if he would be interested in what my life had been during the twelve years we were apart.

"Hey... You okay?" Mark asked from the door.