I was sick. Not sick but sick. I wasn't allowed to leave my room but generally I was alone. Phill, mom-dad, mommy-daddy paid me regular visits. Matt was angry but I know he would have visited me had not he be having problems with Lilly. They know that they have feelings for each other. But they are so stubborn to not accept it. Really man?
Had I feelings for anyone, I would either go and insult him hard or tell him. I wouldn't be 'we are just friends' and 'there is nothing between us'.
Also Mr Jayce didn't meet me. Like I had to be retired by the end of the tenth day but doctor seemed to have special affection for me. I had to stay there for thirteen days. Only luck I had there was my phone and the removal of that IV on the fifth day or so.
I sent so many messages to Mr Jayce but he either didn't read or had blocked me. Rick was also helpless as he was threatened to be fired if he talked about me.
I asked him to not risk his friendship due to me. I'd done the damage, I'll only have to repair it.
"You'll be relieved today." The doctor told me. I nodded.
"With whom am I gonna return? Is there anyone for me?" I asked.
I didn't need anyone but just asked if he was there.
"Maam Mr Jayce has sent his bodyguards. They'll escort you to your house." He replied curtly.
My house? So he's gonna do this?
"Thank you so much for taking care of me. I apologise for all my outbursts these past days." I said to him.
"No worries Ma'am."
"Uh.. The payment?"
"You don't need to worry about that."
"I won't get free treatment doctor!" I exclaimed.
"Oh no, I've got the payment." He replied and turned to leave.
A few minutes later, a nurse came inside with a full sleeved top and jeans.
"Ma'am please change."
I changed and then was instructed to take care of myself, use only the mild soap prescribed by the doctor, sleep on time, not to over exert myself. Rubbish.
I walked out of the room with which I had spent more than one week and which knew more secrets about me than it should or rather anyone should. Walls have ears, they might have heard my conversations over phone.
You know, you should go to a psychologist. You have so many at your beck and call, why not contact them?
I'm not suffering from any mental disease I suppose.
Of course you aren't. You were born insane.
Point.

I moved out and saw two bulky men in their black suits and wait, my best fr... guns.
"Good morning ma'am. Come with us. We'll be escorting you to your car." One of them said.
"What is your name?" I asked politely. As politely as I could.
"I'm Anthony and he is George." He replied.
"Anthony, where is your boss?" I asked.
"Ma'am he has asked to keep that private."
"I don't care. Tell me." I said a bit angrily.
"Ma'am he's busy." George replied.
"Huff." I narrowed my eyes and moved out.
A car was waiting outside. Anthony jogged and opened the door for me. I sat inside and nodded.
As we left the hospital, I saw a black car moving in front of us. I shrugged it off.
A few minutes later I saw the same black car following us. It had those one side view glass so I couldn't see who was driving it. I ignored it but then due to suspicion, I asked George to turn.
"Turn the car into this lane."
"But ma'am."
"Do it."
The car turned abruptly and surely that car followed.
"Move straight, turn left then the third left and then move straight." I said.
"Ma'am are you sure?"
"I don't like to repeat myself."
Man, Mr Jayce has affected me.
I was well versed with the lanes, thanks to...
"Stop!" I said abruptly. We had reached the same place from where we'd taken the turn.
I got down and Anthony followed. "Stay here." I said.
There could be anyone in that car. I couldn't let it to be known to anyone.
That car was parked close but far enough.
I knocked at the driver's window.
"Excuse me? Who's there?" I said.
The window remained close.
I knocked once again and when the person did not let the window open, I hoped on its bonnet. A few seconds later the door emerged. Out came a handsome young man.
"Hey, get down." He gritted.
"No." I muttered back. The voice seemed familiar.
"Get down Miss Stanford." And I turned. It was beyond belief to think he would come.
"Mr Jayce?" I cracked.
"I'm getting late for office. Get down. You can't hop on the bonnet of anyone's car. It is not a good thing."
"Take me home or I'm not gonna get down."

"Get down. You know you shouldn't block the paths of dead people." He gritted.
"Listen to me." I said seriously.
"I don't have time for your nonsense."
"Listen to me I really.." Before I could continue, he opened the back door of the car, took out a folder and moved towards the other car.
I got down and followed him.
"Don't create a scene here. Go back home and mind your own business. I've got nothing to hear from you. After all I'm dead." He said as I tried to block his path. As if.
He was holding my hand from a bit above my wrists which still had light bruises.
I stared into his eyes but he didn't stare back. He averted his gaze and looked at my hand.
"I didn't mean to give you the scars." He said pointing to the light traces of his fingers on my pale hand.
"And I didn't mean to scar you with being dead. This will go away. See it's fading."
I said a bit softly.
"Scars like those don't go that easily." He said and left in his car.
I stood there astounded for a few seconds, letting the meaning of his words seep in.
I then went to the car I was in before. They dropped me at the Jayce mansion.
I was welcomed by everyone. They all seemed so happy that I had to fake smile.
"Where is Steve?" Daddy asked.
"Yes, he said he'll be bringing you home."
What the hell?
"Uh.. He had some really important official work."
Boy, this man made me lie.
===
The return was very ... whatever.
The tension between Matt and Lilly was so evident that even mom asked if they had been fighting.
They all went back. Phill stayed with me. We were talking about who could be the best speaker when his mouth is filled with super smooth hot chocolate.
"Eve come on! You know I'm better at that. The only three things you should pride are sleeping, crying at the end of movies and books and cleaning the messiest room in five minutes."
"Let's do it. Go bring hot chocolate. We'll see." I challenged.
He smirked and disappeared towards the kitchen.
I was sitting on the couch staring at my hand and the vanished 'scar'.
The front door opened and walked in the super arrogant WholeGlass. I didn't say he looked ugly.
"Good evening Mr Jayce." I greeted.
He just walked towards the wash basin.
"The award for being the ugliest person in the world goes to none other than our own hated Evelyn Stanford." Phill boomed as he entered the scene.
"Oh! Hi Steve. Want some? My sister would love to share."
The smirk that was crawling up his handsome face retreated.
"No. I don't like chocolate." He said and moved away.
What the hell? What kind of a man doesn't like chocolate?
Lizardman.
Oh yaah.

"Phill, go to my room I'm coming." I said.
I followed Mr Jayce.
"Mr Jayce, listen!" I whisper yelled.
I quickly rushed to his door and blocked his way.
"Move aside." He gritted.
I noticed he had been avoiding eye contact with me.
"No."
"I'm saying it for the last time. I ******* don't want to listen and I won't. MOVE ASIDE." He spat.
His eyes were colder than winter night and would have bought shame to the White queen.
"Alright, have the dinn.." I couldn't continue.
He turned and dialled a number.
"Don't close. I'm coming back."
"Where you going?" I asked.
"To my grave."

He didn't return that night. I knew because I took regular rounds around the house. God knows where he went.
Even the next morning, when he returned, he just ignored me.
I sat down on the chair beside the head of the table where he sat.
He just got up and left without eating.
Now this was infuriating. You just have to listen out to what I gotta say.
All this followed for the next few days. Except for the fact that I didn't go near him. He had to have his meals. I would just stare at him, unable to decide whether I hated him or just hated him.
What?
Like I hate you so I hate everything about you but if I just hate someone, I might like his habits or even think about him as less than worst.
^^^
We were sitting at the breakfast table because mommy and daddy had been so persistent.
I felt my stomach churn at the sight of the food. Gulping hard, I emptied the juice from the glass.
"Mommy I'm not in a mood to eat." I said and pushed the plate away.
"What happened? Are you unwell?" She asked.
"No. I just don't wanna eat." I said and rushed to my room. I sat down on my bed, one hand holding my head and another my stomach.
My phone rang.
"Yes"
"I was a bit.."
"Alright I'm coming."
The hell.
I shut the door which had been opened a little and changed. I then rushed for office.
I couldn't get time for anything. The code was all installed and the debugging engineers had been called. Also I had to sign so many documents, meet so many people and what not.

One evening I was sitting in my office when there was a knock.
Glancing at the screen I saw Rick standing there.
"Come in!" I said.
"Hey sweetie!" He greeted.
"Mr Rick, it's my office. Any important thing?" I asked.
He pouted.
"I broke up with my new girlfriend." He winked.
"Anything important which is official?"
"I got a bonus last month."
"Anything important which is official and not personal?"
"Yeah! Steve has sent these tickets and the hotel reservation confirmation. You have to go and visit the office in LA for the inspection and confirmation of the design you've chosen. The same would be built in the other places you've selected." He said handing me an envelope.
"Wait, I have to visit as in?"
"He isn't sitting free to accompany you everywhere. His words not mine." He shrugged.
"Alright." He said and turned to leave.
That lizard of a man.

I pushed the door open of his office and shut it hard.
"What the hell? How dare you..." His voice lowered from a roar to normal.
"What what?" I shouted.
"Miss Stanford you're not supposed to enter my office like this."
"You are not supposed to tell me what I am supposed and not to do. You are supposed to listen to me. You are supposed to talk to me. You are supposed to accompany me to LA." I screamed.
"Voice down."
"No."
I neared him. He was standing and I stood mere inches away from him.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"You are accompanying me to LA. I'm not going there alone." I spat.
"I've better things to do than be with you. I'm not coming. This is final." He spoke.
"I.. But what is the problem?"
He just remained quiet staring blankly and angrily at me. I was already in my pumps and in the heat of the moment I'd come on my toes.
He just leaned causing me to lose balance and gritted, "Dead don't travel." With this he walked past while I swayed lightly ready to fall.
God! For once!
I closed my eyes and imagined myself falling into someone arms who just happen to be there. As I expected myself to not hit something hard and have a perfect scene of a romantic movie.......

my butt came in contact with the floor and I realised,

NEVER to imagine yourself to have a oh-so-romantic moment of falling when you're in Mr Jayce's office and he is the only person in sight.
It's your life, not a romantic novel.
DML.
He had already left the room and I was lying there on the floor.
Like hell.
I got up and went back home. I had to inform everybody that I'll be leaving the next day.
Who asked you to take him along with you?
I don't know.
You do unimaginable stuff.
That I know.
...

I had to leave the next day. I avoided him that night and in the morning I woke up half an hour late. I curtailed my work out which had already been altered due to that 'kidnapped stuff.
Oh he's gonna get his share.
Yup.
God knows what's gonna happen.
I was getting up from the breakfast table when he entered the area.
"You sure not coming with me?" I asked solemnly and a teeny weeny like really teeny bit rudely.
Payback for hurting me.
Seriously man.
I fell because of him.
Idiot.
"Yes. I've better things to do." He replied.
"Does that imply accompanying me is a good thing?" I raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Ever studied the degrees of comparisons in grammar? I bet you would be busy planning how to be rude to others." I snared.
"You could do better. Sad to know about your decline." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Don't cause a problem there and don't die. I can't get reborn again." He said and left.
That ......
I was angry yet some part of me was sad. I hadn't cleared out the misunderstanding and the remorse was eating my insides.
I moved out and was opening the door of my car. His car was just in front of mine.
He was also getting inside. I looked at him. He looked at me. Blankly. I kept staring hoping against hope that he would come.
But I knew he wouldn't. I lowered my gaze and sat in my car, driving past him, trying to show anger.
He could have at least said goodbye.

Did he really did all that for me?
I begin to doubt it.
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