Why Me ✓ (FINAL EDITS)

Chapter 13

EMERSON FINDLAY

I could hear my heart in my ears. Who the hell was there in the house? It couldn't be a thief.

The security on the main gates was very tight and no one would climb this high to enter through the windows. That was clearly suicidal. Was it karma who had come here to punish me for how rudely I behaved with Adrian? Or was it a time traveller who had made a stop here?

I checked the time to provide them with information if asked. As I got near the door and was about to open it, the knob twisted and the wooden obstacle between me and the stranger moved.

I was now standing face to face with an old woman; probably in her fifties, wearing what looked like an apron over her clothes.

"Good morning." she greeted me. "You must be Ms. Findlay."

"Yeah, I am. But, who.....who are you? What are you doing....in the house? And... and how do you know my name?" I stuttered. Damn it! Why did that always happen to me?

"Oh, I am Greta. I am a nurse and the caretaker of this house. Mr. Rutherford asked me to come early today to help you. He informed me that you were running a high fever." She clarified and pushed me back into the room and tucked me into bed.

"I will go and quickly make tasty man chow soup for you. It is your favourite flavour, right?" I blinked and nodded my head a little.

"How did you-," I asked but, was answered before my question was completed.

"Oh. Mr. Rutherford told that to me."

"Figures," I murmured under my breath.

Before I could comprehend, she was gone like the wind and I was left, thinking whether it was my stupid imagination. Well, later on, I came to know that it wasn't.

She came back with the soup, fed it to me and also prepared a nice bath for me. As I was sitting in the bathtub, I asked myself: Why would he tell his nurse to take care of me? Especially after how I behaved with him?

In my twenty-three years on this confined planet called Earth, I had come to know that people only cared for other humans with a purpose of their own behind it. Did he want me to sleep with him?

Or did he want to use me for some other purpose? I did not like where my thoughts were going. At all! After a lot of persuasions, I was finally let out of the house. I was getting so late for my appointment.

Then, I also had to meet Jacqueline. I could not let a little cold spoil everything for me. I did not even know why I was going to meet Jacqueline.

Because Adrian already finalized it for you, duh. I squeezed my eyes shut to calm myself down.

Soon, I reached my therapist's centre, on time. Dr. Witherspoon. I knocked on the door twice and entered when called. The subtle face of a nice old middle-aged man, wearing a white lab coat greeted me.

He was a kind man with a contagious smile. With him were the only moments I allowed myself to be real and break out of my stoic mould. I smiled as I took a seat in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Emma. It has been so long, hasn't it?" He said.

I nodded. "As you told me that you had to go out, I am assuming it is someone special."

"Oh, no doctor. I am meeting one of my co-workers over lunch. She insists that I hold a probable chance of being her friend." I clarified.

"A friend!" He exclaimed. "Oh, Emma. I am so proud of you. You finally are making friends. I have told you for so long that you need some." He seemed very happy with the news.