My Dominating Apollo

Chapter 3

I heard sounds of different voices and other things which were making my head throb in pain, I opened my eyes and everything was blurry and I blinked my eyes to make it clear for me to see where I was. I see my mom talking to a man wearing a white coat.

She was worried, I can tell that by just looking at her expressions. I tried to make a sound but my throat hurt like I hadn't drunk water for many days. Still, I managed to whisper but it went unheard by her. This time I tried to whisper louder and she heard me.

She hurriedly walked towards me, "hon, Are you okay?" She asked while taking my hand in hers, I nodded my head at her as I tried to sit up but felt this pain in my head increasing by my move. My mom put a pillow on my back and helped me sit. I leaned back on the pillow.

"Water" I managed to ask,

She handed me over a glass of water, I gulped it whole. I turned to my mom and asked, "What happened?"

"You had an accident," she said and immediately everything rushed to my head.

I remember someone lifting me from the seat of my car, and putting me into their own. I can't remember their face, but I can remember their body smell. I can't quite describe it. It was very pleasant and intoxicating. I was snapped back to reality by my mother yelling at me for driving carelessly.

"Mom, I'm perfectly fine," I said, slightly irritated.

"You're not fine, you hit your head," she yelled at me.

"Miss Green, please don't yell at the patient, it may increase the head pain," The doctor who was quietly standing at the door said to mom.

She nodded her head to him and asked "Can I take her home."

"Yes, she's okay. There are no major injuries," he said and walked out of the room. I changed into the clothes which mom bought for me.

We walked out of the hospital, and mom drove us home. She opened the apartment door, and we walked inside. I sat down on the couch, and she brought me a water bottle and I drank like I had been starved for years. After drinking the water, I placed the empty water bottle on the table and turned around to face my mom.

"I got an offer to be a personal publicist for Mr. Villin," I said enthusiastically.

"Mr. Villin?"She asked me with confusion.

"Mr. Villin, the one who you saw in the newspaper today," I said pointing my finger at the paper.

"Oh! But I heard he's a dangerous man... their whole family is," she said,

"Yes, but my relationship with him is a professional one and my client, I don't have any trouble working with him mom," I said confidently.

"Okay, I'm sure you'll nail this one too," she said, touching my cheek.

I smiled at her and hugged her, "I love you, mom."

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I woke up this morning early in the morning, did my morning routine, and had breakfast.

"Bye mom," I said while walking towards the main door,

"Bye sweety,"