Resisting A Cocky Billionaire

Chapter 34

Hi guys! So I'm going to update today, tomorrow and next tomorrow. Well, before it completely becomes weekly. I hope you enjoy it because I really put a lot of efforts into this chapter.

This chap isn't really long, sorry. Promise to make it up to you guys.

Chapter 34- Awakened.

Omar's POV

Suddenly, two men rush to my side and pick her up, carefully placing her on the stretcher. My body instantly go numb and pale. A moment ago, she was sticking her head out the window. And now she's gone.

First, Mum.
And now, Aisha.

The memories floodp in and everything becomes blur.

Our flights, laughter. The joy that filled the house as we watched Empress Ki and gurged on chips. The happiness and laughter at the park. Her beautiful tanned skin and captivating smile that revealed her dimples. The comebacks she shot at me. The taste of her lips on mine, her presence every time I'm in need of someone. I love her.

I was scared that this feeling would consume me and make me vulnerable and hurt. But, I wasn't aware that by pushing the feelings away, by pushing Aisha away; I was hurting her. I was scared that she wouldn't reciprocate the love I had for her. I wish I can wind back the clock and tell her exactly how I feel. I wish I could tell her I loved her but now it's too late, she's dead. Time had pounced in like the cruel enemy it is, it has taken her away like it took away my mother.

The sound of the ambulance fades, sounding so far away but I knew it rested on the ground, just a few feet from me. My eyes wander around from the leaves on the trees slightly dancing as the cool air blows, to the white cat on the other side of the road. Staring at me with its gray eyes as if it sensed my sadness.

A tap on my shoulder draws me back to the situation, conscious of the ambulance blaring loudly and the blood on my hands look fresh. Another tap on my shoulder makes my eyes snap to the figure that towers over me. He's dressed in a white buttoned shirt and plain black pants. His dressing indicating that he's an officer.

He looks back at me and gives me a sad smile.

"You have to come with us Sir. Her injuries are very deep and she's on the verge of death. If we delay any further, she might not make it."

The news instantly lights up my world in happiness. She's alive. Oh God! She's alive. But, I was so sure she was dead.

"Alhamdulilah!" I exclaim and my body seems to regain strength. In one swoop, I rush into the ambulance and it drives off.

• • • •

I trail my fingers on the curve of her lips, wishing it would curl into a smile and awake me from this nightmare. Time isn't the cruel enemy, we are. I had the time but I didn't show gratitude for all that she did for me. I ended up hurting her. Time is the best friend we can ever have and now I would put it to good use. I'm grateful to Allah. I go down to my kneels and place my forehead on the floor before looking up. I thank Allah for the second chance He gave us.

"It has been two months already, why isn't she up?" The doctor with silver- gray hair looks at me through the little eyeglass resting on the bridge of his nose, as if it would fall anytime soon.

"She's still in a coma. You see, the impact of the crash knocked her out and shut down her system except for the brain and heart. The accident awfully affected the hippocampus and limbic system. By God's grace she will wake up soon. I'll leave you two." He closes the door gently.

I kneel before her bed, staring at her beautiful tanned skin. "I'm sorry." I whispered, believed that she could hear and access my words. It had been two months and even her eyelids hadn't flutter. I miss her terribly, living alone was hell. "We never know what we have until we lose it. I toyed with you, I toyed with your feelings. All in hopes not to fall in love with you. But the more I pushed you away, the more I fell deeper. I didn't want to fall in love not because I was scared of being vulnerable, but because I knew I would fall deeper, get hurt and mess things up. We made rules that I first broke. I hurt you badly because of my damn pride and stupidity. If I had the opportunity to be with you again, I wouldn't mind breaking the rules all over again. Of course, without hurting you. I'm in love with you Aisha. I want you in my life, even if it means shooting comebacks every ten seconds. I want to fix things and always be there for you, even if you might not want me in your life. I want to be your punch bag. I don't mind listening to your awful voice every morning while singing 'Woman like me' or rapping 'Killshot' at 10pm. I want you just as you are and I love you for you. I love the fact that you don't give a shit about my wealth. I love the fact that you don't throw yourself at me. I love the fact that you don't try so hard to impress me. I love the fact that you look me in the face and call me a jerk. You're always there during the tough days no matter the number of times I treated you like shit. I never appreciated you and casted you aside like some rag. I'm sorry for being a f*cking idiot! I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about how I felt. I'm sorry I hurt you. I hope that you forgive me."