Chapter 62: Chapter 62
Two hours later we are back at the house where I have joyfully popped a few pain killers, Conrad had set up our beds turning the living room into a bedroom. Conrad said it was better we all slept in one room so they both could keep an eye on me but I know he is trying to keep me from going back into the room where the assault took place. Such honey he is. Carlos tried his last hand at convincing me to change my mind and remain in my hospital bed. I lied to him and told him that I would be staying with Luca, so if anything happened. I would be in good hands. He still didn’t look pleased in the slightest when he handed me the Discharge forms to sign. He gave me a few words of advice and told Chrissy that if she felt that Luca wasn’t meeting her standards in taking super extra care of me to call him at any time, day or night. I forced his stubborn ass to hug me and thanked him for not letting me die the moment I handed the clipboard back to him. I told him I will call him and Sanz in due time and until then try not to miss me too much. It was hard to lie to him and even harder trying to act that I'm going to be fine. Chrissy hugged him and thanked him too while Conrad shook his hand and lead us out of the hospital with Chrissy by his side and him pushing me out in the wheelchair. I requested that they take the landline off the hook and not let Luca in. They both said what they thought was best for me and left it at that. I turned my Cell phone off and unsynchronized my email account. I did think about blocking Lucas number and putting his email account into my spam folder but decided against it. I didn’t want to have that daunting feeling of realization hit me that I am pushing him away, possibly ending our relationship. What’s left of it anyway. I mean how can I seriously think that he won't blame me for losing our baby in the near future? Shit, I blame myself. But to have him look at me with disgust and looked upon as a failure... I don’t need that, I have lived through that with my parents and it was a difficult part of my life to overcome. I doubt I would recover fully again.
“So... I was thinking of making pasta for dinner tonight?” Chrissy penetrates my thoughts.
“Uh...” Chrissy looks at Conrad with narrow eyes. “That sounds great babe.. yeah...sure.” He smiles with wide eyes. Liar!
“I think I’ll pass thanks.” I eye her cautiously when she stares daggers at me.
“What? Seriously... After one botch up of a meal your gonna hang me out to dry?” She curses under her breath.
“I didn’t say anything about that fatal night.” I try to contain the sudden burst of giggles that want to escape my mouth.
Oh yeah, that night I came home to her singing her heart out as she fussed around in the kitchen making, no... attempting to make a simple macaroni and cheese dish wanting to make a good impression on Conrad. To prove to him she is capable of having dinner on the table at the end of a long days shift at work. When dinner was finally ready we all sat in the living with our plates, piled up of Macaroni and cheese with garlic bread and a glass of wine. It smelled mouth-watering and we couldn’t wait to dig in, Conrad greedily took the first mouthful and his eyes watered over as he swallowed. He told her it was great and he needed a beer to wash it down. So he got up and went to the fridge to get himself one. Chrissy sat there with a huge smile on her face and I sat there looking curiously at Conrad as he skulled his bottle of beer finishing it before he popped open another one and took his seat. Chrissy coaxed me to go ahead and eat. I took a mouthful and instantly understood why Conrad’s eyes watered over. That shit was hot, like chilli mouth-on-fire burning fucking hot. I finished my glass of wine and looked at Conrad who was sitting there shaking his head and sipping on his bottle like a baby. I looked at Chrissy and she still had that ridiculous smile on her face. I couldn’t help but ask what her special ingredient was that she proudly mentioned earlier on. “Oh.. chilli.” She says proudly as she leans back in her chair. I nodded pretending to be delighted with the added ingredient. Yeah, she won't be starring on any Master Chief programmes in the near future. “Well go on.” I push her plate closer towards her encouraging her to taste her mouth-watering dish. She beams as she slides a heaped spoonful in her mouth, it didn’t take long before she spat it out and ran to the refrigerator finishing off the rest of the bottled milk. I nearly pissed myself laughing and Conrad kept his smile hidden behind his beer bottle. She took one look at us and screamed before she took our plates and emptied the food into the trash. “Zareen told me to add some chilli the lying bitch!” She says apologetically behind her hands that covered her face. “You didn’t seed the chilli’s did you babe?” Conrad asked her and she looked at him mortified. “I had to seed them? Damn it.” She slapped her hand on the countertop furious for not asking Zareen how to properly prepare the chillies. With our mouths still on fire, we decided to just eat our body weight in chocolate ice-cream. A memory that I will always cherish...
“Fuck you, Nessa.” She huffs then looks at Conrad. “You can starve too.” She folds her arms defensively.
“Bu..I.. crap.” He rubs his hand down his face. “How about I make you my famous Roast for dinner hm?” Conrad says soothingly to her.
“With roast vegetables, gravy... and fudge for dessert?” She starts to lower her arms and licks her lips.
“Anything my babe wants...She gets.” He smiles lopsided at her and throws in a wink to sweeten the deal.
“Fine!” she grounds out. “But, I’m still upset that you won't let me cook for you. Even if it is uneatable.” She sighs.
“Shit!” I say loudly as the burst of giggles surfaced. “Chrissy hon, you... you... Ah... fuck!” A pillow hits me in the face. Chrissy looks at me with slit, narrow eyes.
“Princess...” Conrad takes her hand, brings it to his lips and gently kisses it. “It’s okay.” He reassures her.
“Yeah... Calm down, princess!” I bellow out laughing. I swear these pills are happy pills.
“I swear if you hadn’t nearly died... I would kill you myself.” Chrissy murmurs.
My bout of giggles seize instantly, I wipe the escaped tear from my eye caused by my uncontrollable laughter and throw the pillow back towards her.
“Yeah... well.” I clear my throat as the heaviness of what happened hits me again and I slowly take in my surrounding with a new set of eyes.
Even though Conrad, bless his heart went through all this trouble to try and wipe the scene from my head, the house just doesn’t really seem like home anymore. No matter how many times the furniture gets shifted or the new memories we try to make... I will never truly feel safe. I still haven’t asked the big three W questions. Who found me? What happened to Mikal and when did they find me? I’m curious as fuck to know, but I’m also scared shitless to have the truth revealed. I do know for certain that Mikal isn’t out roaming the streets, I doubt Luca would have left my side and there’s no sign of Cullum. There’s been no talk of the baby too and I know Chrissy, she’s not one to pressure another to open up prematurely. When she thinks the time is right she will be all over me like a plague trying to gut the misery from me.
“Don’t worry about me. I think I’m just gonna sleep the rest of the day away.” I roll over in my bed and face the wall throwing the blanket over my head.