The hijabi and the playboy

Chapter 28

Hi lovelies, I want to apologize for not having posting in a while and it was because these past few weeks have been so chaotic. And today I didn't want to edit or finish the chapter since a pet of mine passed away. Regardless, I felt bad for making you guys wait a long time. So I decided to finish editing, I hope you guys enjoy it❤️

Jacob's pov
months later...

July 1st

It's already her birthday month...

It's been half a year since the accident and her being in this coma.

I visited the hospital everyday and balanced the never ending amount of work along with my visits. At times no matter how much work I had piled up, I still spent the night by her side. I couldn't leave her, not when she was fighting so hard to live.

I loosened my tie from it's tight hold around my neck and ran my hand through my hair as I felt a headache starting to brew as I was thinking about everything which currently made my life so chaotic. "I still have the meeting with the Walkers don't I." I said with a sigh while looking out the window and watching the tall buildings of grey and the bustling city merge into one picture and blur by.

I had one thing on my mind and it was suraiya.

It's been several months and the doctors are saying that she's very unlikely to awake, that she was on the verge of being brain dead. And for someone to recover from that after receiving that much damage is impossible.

Regardless, I still visited and talked to her. Hoping somewhere in there she could hear me.

"Yes you do, you most likely won't be done work until 1 a.m. do you still want me to take you to the hospital?" Alex asked while looking in the rear view mirror, and I nodded "Yeah, I still want to go there."

"Alright." He replied without any further questions.

After the day when I saw a bruised up unmoving suraiya, I was assigned to a psychiatrist. They thought I was insane. And they were probably right. But that meant they'd put me in a psychiatric ward-especially if my grandmother was pulling the strings. She'd put me there and give the position of the company to Ethan. Which would sound nice. To leave everything behind, but I can't do that. Not when I had suraiya to watch over. So I faked it. Faked being normal and sane. I mean how could I truly be sane when my messed up conscience was telling me the reason suraiya died was because of me. How could I be sane when that part of me put a broken glass piece up to my throat and let it dig into my skin. Made sure the feeling stung as the glass let itself tear apart my skin and let blood liquid flow from my neck down to my hospital clothes. I wasn't sane. Not when he's in control.

But the doctor bought it, I was pretty surprised. Being a person in his profession wouldn't there be at least a couple people that fake being okay? So wouldn't he be able to spot an act? Regardless, it worked in my favour and I was out of that zone. And once I was finally discharged from the hospital, I officially let myself drown in work to make sure my grandmother was off my back. Whether she bought the act or not, I couldn't be bothered by it too much because I just need to keep working so that I'll be able to see suraiya. That's the only way I can see her. Through her, no matter how stressed I was because of work or any other unsettling matter, just by seeing her breathe and by watching her sleeping face I felt at ease. Knowing she's alive still. Knowing that she isn't on that ungodly street where a truck had hit her. And knowing that I'm not losing her like I almost did that day.

After the accident I couldn't sleep. The memories kept playing in a loop, replaying themselves and carving themselves vividly in my brain. Reminding me that, that day, she almost died. That I almost lost the only thing that matters to me. And it kills. The scorching pain caused by him doesn't leave. So sleeping pills and alcohol were my escapes. Other than being next to suraiya, I would go to the hospital when I've had a late night and I know I wouldn't be able to sleep at my place and sleep in her hospital room where I could hear her softly breathe and I'd slowly fall asleep knowing she's okay.