Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I couldn’t get my eyes to open to see or my mouth open to tell him to scram the hell outta here. They felt heavy, like I needed to sleep for about another week. I could feel the sun on my face coming through the window, which meant it had to be the next day.
It took me a minute to accept that I wasn’t dreaming, that I had really slept through the night. I haven’t slept a full night in years. Not since I picked up my incurable case of insomnia that started right about the time that jackass rejected me.
No one ever mentions just how dangerous insomnia can be, and I myself had no idea until it happened to me. I’ve done my best to keep it hidden from my family as much as I could and have seen many specialists in the past to no avail.
I don’t know the root cause of insomnia, but I know where mine started. I just don’t know why that pain had manifested itself in that way. Most people get over such things after a while, but in my case, it seems like I’d been traumatized to this point. That’s another reason for me to dislike that jackass. It was all his fault.
Now that jackass was making a fuss about something or the other and won’t let me sleep. What the hell is he saying anyway? His words sounded muddled as if coming from afar, but I was sure he was right there in the room with me.
“Why the hell can’t I wake her? It’s well past noon, and she’s still passed out. I tried waking her three times already.” Haha, he probably thinks I’m dead. I’ve scared others like that before, but no one deserves it more. That’s what you get, caveman.
“You sure you didn’t do anything to her? You two never could get along. Tell me what you did.”
“Dad! Are you serious? What can I do to her? That damn family curse of yours would probably kill me if I did something to my dearly beloved.” He didn’t sound too pleased with this beloved person, whoever she was.
What the hell was I doing in his bed if he had someone else? “Hurry up and do something, Dad.” Either he or someone else sat on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand. “Wake up, Jess, open your eyes.” Why does he sound so scared?
“Come on, baby, do it for me?” Huh? Who’s his baby? Wasn’t he just talking about his dearly beloved? I wonder who she is. She’s probably really pretty and smart. I felt that familiar pain in my chest and felt the tears gather in my closed eyes.
“What the fuck, she’s crying in her sleep. Dad, do something.” Someone started poking around at my arm, and I swatted them away, or at least I think I did. My limbs felt so heavy, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to lift them.
He sat on the bed beside me, taking my hand in his, and I felt that heaviness pass, but had no interest in waking up. Since he was here and I was safe, I let myself drift off again to the sound of him screaming my name.
JULIUS
Ithink she did that shit on purpose to scare the hell outta me. It took Dad forever to convince me that she was just sleeping, but now he and my idiot brother have decided that they will not help me in the future, all because I told them both to get bent once I was sure she was okay.
I don’t know what happened there. It was fine when she was passed out, and I was focused on my fear of losing her. But once the danger had passed, I realized they were too close to her. Granted, they’re doctors, and that’s what they do, but that shit felt like an unbearable itch under my skin.
I felt claustrophobic, which I’m not, and for a few seconds there, I almost tore my brother’s throat out for getting too close to the bed where she laid. In the end, they both ended up giving me shit like this; irrational family bullshit was my doing.
My phone rang as I sat next to the bed watching over her, and it was only then that I remembered the meeting I was supposed to attend earlier today. A meeting I myself had pushed for for the past six months. Whatever!
“It’s me!”
“Mr Blair, this is Mr. William’s secretary, please hold the line.” There was a slight pause before the other man came on the line.
“Blair, what’s going on? You ran me to ground for months, and now that I’ve agreed to meet, you don’t show up?”
I looked at the girl in my bed and felt no regret about the billion-dollar deal I just lost out on. “Sorry about that, my fiancée became ill, and I couldn’t leave her.” He didn’t say anything for the first few seconds, and I was surprisingly unfazed. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.