Keia's POV
Finally! Thought she would never wake up!
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Beep. Beep. Beep is all I hear.
My eyes are crusty, my breath tastes foul.
Beep. Beep.
It's starting to irritate me.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Why is that sound so annoying?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeep.
"Ughh, can someone please shut that thing f****** up?!"
Laughter. Low, masculine throaty laughs. Pure enjoyment is clear in its echo. My hearing feels enhanced. My sight is stronger. I'm hungry.
Very, very hungry.
Am I a vampire?
"I wish I could, Miss Stratuson, but only you are able to do so," the owner of the laugh said. His voice was distinct and I was without a doubt sure if it's owner.
"You may not call me Dad in future."
The powerful Jameson Templeton. Father and tormentor to the man I fell hard in love with. And here he was, cancelling what he thought was my hope to do one day. Well, I'll never accept him as my father.
"Jameson T..."
"You may not call me by my first name either. I am to you the same man who pays your salary. Or, who used to pay your salary, Mr Templeton." He was enjoying my weak state. I could see how my finger was clasped by a small contraption I have seen in movies. Tubes were in my nose and my abdomen was wrapped with tight bandages. The beeping was coming from a machine showing my heartbeat.
So he wished me dead now? Well, if only he knew how much I would love to be but most likely would be sent back to earth again. Then I realised something. Why I was so hungry. I felt like there was a piece of me missing. And I was cold without it. Not freezing, but lightly off temperature. And that piece had a name.
"Cyrus.." I said softly. I began scanning the hospital room for him. His father rolls his eyes in irritation.
"Really, you too? What do you think you have that makes you think you are in love? Some confusing disorder? Or anorexia, as we have already found you to have."
I was unmoved by his intentionally inciting accusations and attempted to lift myself up. The sharpest possible pain struck me. It began from my left rib area and shot throughout my body like lightning in a nanosecond. I fell back after a loud scream that must have made people's ears ring violently.
Mr Templeton covered his ears for longer than necessary. I think it was safe to say my scream was high frequency.
"Don't move!" He yelled. Beads of sweat emerged all over my body. I was in no state to find my boyfriend, let alone turn over.
Once I was under control (more like my pain) he tried to address me once again.
"Let me cut the small talk. I want you to know that you are under arrest by the police department but, you have been granted bail as soon as you are able to...take it. You shall be appointed a lawyer in court by your insurance company and the first session is in seven days of your healing. "
"Why are...you doing this..to me?" I struggled the words softly to avoid causing my chest too much strain.
"You ignored me. You decided to be a nuisance and a murderer. Your history has been researched. And you will suffer a great sentence for trying to take my son away from me. I hope you find confinement well. There is a lot I have planned to enlighten you on your place in society."
"This is about more than me accidentally stabbing Cyrus, isn't it? You shouldn't let your emotions overpower the reasoning and realisation in your mind. It helps to keep you from excessively using your feelings more than necessary and in time you lose control of reality. Like now, where you are letting your own feelings about other things take control of my life. I didn't do much. I didn't forget who I am. But you have and if you don't stop now, you will not know where you end and your emotions begin," I whispered.
He was silent for a moment, with an emotionless face on. Then he glared at me before walking towards the door. He said one more thing.
"I hope you are happy that you have destroyed my son."
He actually sounded upset. But I was confused on what he meant. He closed the door.
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Remember that little guessing game I gave you? Well this chapter makes it obvious doesn't it. Too easy. No? You still don't get it? Well, you're a special bean. And I mean that in an extremely complimentary way. I think of beans as interesting things to just say for no reason and I love things with hidden meaning so yay!
Don't worry, you'll get it in the next chappie.
Bye bye bye-bye.
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