VENDETTA: Destructive Love

Chapter XVI

CHAPTER XVI

The mobile vibrated on the nightstand signaling a call, she reached her hand for it with sleepy eyes and grabbed it.

-"Hello?" She said sleepily.

-"I need you" a tired voice came through the phone.

She pushed the phone away from her ear and saw the time, it was 2 am.

-"Where are you?" She asked as she adjusted herself in a sitting position.

-"My house" came his tired reply.

-"I'll be there in a few" she said and hang up.

She walked to the bathroom and freshened up, walked back to the room and changed her clothes, tied her super long hair and covered it, took her bag and walked out to her car.

It was a week since he last left his house, after finding out that she run away, he felt...helpless, he broke half the furnitures in the house, but not her room.

He ended up cleaning the house and organizing everything back and got rid of the damage, and then, he found himself feeling strange, and he questioned himself Maybe I'm doing it wrong.

He left Daniel finish the work at the company, and Oussama at the gang.

He ended up falling sick, he didn't eat well and exhausted himself, he couldn't even take care of himself.

He was flopped down on the sofa with the big tv on, but he wasn't paying attention to it, he was dazed and dealing with a fever and a weak body, he threw up three times and he was pained from his cramping stomach.

He couldn't call one of his gang members, he didn't want to appear weak in front of them.

The bell rang to his door, he couldn't get up, but still, he forced himself to walk to the door.

Once he opened it, he was attacked by the warm parfum, he wanted to engulf her in a hug and never let go of her, she was the only motherly figure that he got, even his grandmother doesn't represent a motherly figure for him, so, instead, he smiled tiredly and let her in.

She walked to the open kitchen and put a huge bag on the counter, then, she returned to him, surprised him with a hug, and put her lips to his forehead to test his fever, like a mother would do to her kid, and he smiled like a little kid enjoying his mother taking care of him and having her attention.

-"You have got a tiring fever, and you seem like you are dying, do me a favor and go lay down on the couch" she said pushing him towards the couch and covering him with a comforter she found there, then, returned to the tv and searched through the channels until she found what she wanted and put the remote down and went to the kitchen.

He looked at the tv and laughed lightly, it was playing some cartoons for kids, he felt spoiled, and lucky...very lucky to have someone take care of him like a kid.

He didn't remember falling asleep, but he got woken up by her, and found a steaming hot soup bowl on the table in front of him, with some juice, and a grilled sandwich.

-"Wake up Khaled, you need to eat something and take your medication" she said smoothly by his ear as she caressed his head.

He adjusted himself in a seated position and she covered him well with the comforter like a kid and approached the bowl of soup to him in a tray.

-"I know you like chicken soup with a grilled cheese sandwich, so I made them, and I made some fresh orange juice, enjoy them" she said while helping him eat because he was shaking a bit due to the fever.