'Cause Nothing Lasts Forever ✔️

CHAPTER 2 - Daddy's princess is injured

Blaire's P.O.V

I opened my eyes to see the room filled with sunshine. I felt cosy, sensing the warmth of the sun. It was so bright and full of life. I have always loved summer. I scanned across the span and wondered what the place is. I saw numerous needles channelled from my hands and a sudden soreness and throbbing travelled to the back of my head from my back. I shut my eyes and my hands curled into fists while I tried to shove away the pain. Then it slowly eased down, the pictures of blood and all the terror came back rushing at me.

I squeezed my eyes and was certainly going to scream, whilst a soft touch held my hand. A touch of love and everything faded away. I opened my eyes to meet my mom's soft gaze, filled with love and concern. She held my hand and a small teardrop left her eyes.

"Where am I? Where is he? Christian? Why did the cops take him?" I threw all these questions at once. Mom stayed hushed and after all her lips curved upward to a smile.

"Good lord, I was so tensed for you. Thank Christ you're back in your senses," she said in a vexed voice and then continued, "You are in California central hospital and it took you almost five long days to respond. You can't imagine how it was to see you unconscious and the boy you mentioned was probably carried off to the police station but was unconfined after some questioning," relief washed over me after hearing this.

"Ah! My head's hurting," I gasped as the pain shot up.

"Hun, be calm and patient. No excitement and exertion. As per the doctors, you're strictly bedridden now for a few weeks, I guess. Those thirteen stitches on your temple are gonna give you a hard time with aches and pains. Well, there's a surprise -" she paused wiggling her eyebrows.

"-Dad's already here for his princess," mom continued with a smiling face.

I smiled hearing dad was here, but it had been hard to smile with an injured lip. He had taken a long leave from his office I supposed. I turned to mom and asked, "Where's Lily? Is she alright? What happened to her after that night? I want to meet her. She isn't dead, is she?"

Mom's face fell, "Sorry hun but she's no more..." she trailed off trying to hold back her tears.

"You lost your best friend forever. Yesterday while you laid here unconscious, Lily rested in peace in her grave," She said with a sob.

Suddenly I felt hollow inside out. A tear left the corner of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I, Blaire Willy was the most unfortunate girl of the world, who lost her best friend, her soul sister while fighting for her own fucking life and also couldn't go to her funeral at least to pay her damn respect. My father's voice pierced my thoughts.

"I'm glad to see my princess is recovering," he said reaching for my hand and placed a kiss on it.

I gave a dry smile and closed my eyes pretending to sleep. I didn't want to talk to anybody now. I needed time to fix all the things in my brain. Lily, myself, my world. I felt like everything has been strewn. I need to assemble all the pieces and pull together the puzzle. Having both parents working, I was never left unattended. Mom acted like an all-rounder. On one hand, she handled her boutiques, well not exaggerating or something but she was kinda famous and on the other the hand, me. Being a chief executive of a reputed leading company, holding a job in a different state, it was really difficult for dad too but neither he had ignored his sense of duty nor he had forgotten to stay in touch and send love to us. I could really understand now that what they did for me. How much they loved and cared for me, rather they still do. And in return, I was just able to give them problems, anxiety, high blood pressure, and some tough situations.

It's just for me that they had to take leave from their work and halt their professional lives. It's just for me that Lily...

"No, what am I thinking," I questioned myself, "no that's not correct," I repeated to myself as a pain shot up again. I felt dizzy and finally retired

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Seven days later, we were finally driving back home. We drove through the east of downtown and finally reached east 6th sect of Crocker street. I stared at the two-storied wooden bungalow, surrounded by trees and a beautiful lawn. I was about to leave the car, while my dad stopped me. He opened the door and reached for my hand and walked me inside.

"Be careful, champ," he murmured against my ear.

The days were passing by one by one. I was getting more bored and frustrated in my room. I could do nothing. I had to close all my social media platforms to avoid attention because from day one media was running behind me. What happened and what-not, I just can't understand why am I even torn between this. I also lost my companion, my best friend, my sister, so the only thing I could do was reading. I have got that inside my head that I have to recover otherwise my parents were getting me to see a therapist soon. Actually, I loved to read but whenever I picked up a book and tried to read, I could only read a few lines and eventually my vision blurred out.

I realised I was getting frustrated about being homebound or rather bed-bound. I felt paralysed. I don't know in which way maybe in both physically and mentally way and guess what I had no way out. I was trapped and torn apart between my injuries, nightmares and my traumatic phase. I wish I could get over my nightmares really soon.