Page 160 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

I could not believe John could be so cold, even after hearing Dahlia got into an accident. How could he be so cold?

For a while, I paced around my room, with my thumb in my mouth, getting crushed by my teeth.

Immediately I heard a car leaving, I ran to my toilet, which had a window, from which I could see the front of the house.

I climbed the bathtub, and rose on tiptoes to see who had gone out. It was John’s car. Forgetting his order, I dashed out of my room, and went down the stairs, but stopped, as I saw the three men who always followed me around.

Did John tell them he didn’t want me going out?

I decided to go casual. Sadie and Jude were by the pool, sitting with their legs in the water.

“Sadie. Jude.” I called, walking towards them.

“Emily.” They both called.

“I… someone I know got into an accident.” I began, trying to rush my words. Worried sick about Dahlia, every second I spent at the mansion felt like a waste.

“What?” Jude asked in alarm.

“John wouldn’t let me go. I doubt he told the men to keep me in, but they’ll report to him if they see me go into the hospital. Do you have any tricks that could help me get them off my back?” I asked, and Sadie glanced at the men.

“Follow me.” She said, and me and Jude followed her. She went into her mansion, and when she returned, she was with a bag. In it was a brown coat, and a jean jacket. “These should be your size.” She said.

“Jude and I will follow you to Lennie’s store. There’s always a crowd, walking along that road. We’ll get you mixed up in the crowd, and then, you put on the long brown coat. The men will be confused, but then, they’ll see us, and will follow us, thinking you’re with us. Isn’t that smart?”

“You really think that would work?” I asked.

“Of course, a lot of people wear jean jackets these days.” Jude replied, and I tugged on the jean jacket.

We left the mansion, walking quickly.

“They’re following.” Sadie said, and I nodded.

We made our way to Lennie’s store, and truly there was a crowd of people, flowing along.

Sadie and Jude followed closely behind me, and when I walked in front of a particularly large man, I bent, walking like that, while pulling the brown coat over my shoulders.

Shifting all my hair over my left shoulder, I stood straight, and caught sight of Jude and Sadie walking in the other direction.

The men in dark suits were looking around, and I took the opposite direction, trying my best to walk casually.

The next time I turned to check on them. They were trying to catch up to Sadie and Jude, who were running, delving through the crowd, definitely giggling.

With that, I turned backwards, and ran, trying to find a cab. My heart was pounding in my mouth, and I kept on having the feeling that someone would touch my shoulder, and drag me back.

I had barely escaped them. I had to be careful. Walking into the hospital, I ran straight to the receptionist’s desk.

“Good day. I’m here to see Dahlia Craig, who was rushed in maybe some minutes ago.” I said, “She’s in her early fifties…”

“Let me check her status.” The nurse said, and checked the records. “She’s in room 117.” She replied, and I dashed towards the elevator.

Taking the elevator to the second floor, I stumbled out, and met a nurse station.

“I’m here to see the patient in room 117.” I said, and she checked the chart.

“Room 117.” She said slowly. “Your name, please.”

“Emily Waston.”

“The doctor is currently assessing her. You should wait in the waiting room. I’ll inform you as soon as you can go in.” She added, warmly, and I nodded, walking over to the waiting room.

I sat on the bench, and began to tap my feet continuously on the ground, hoping that nothing serious would happen to her.

After about half an hour, my name was called by the nurse, and I got to my feet quickly.

I followed her to room 117, and saw Dahlia on her bed, looking a little pale.

“Dahlia.” I called, suddenly choking with tears. “How… how do you feel? What happened?” I asked.

“He just came out of nowhere.” She said, weakly.

“How can he…” My voice broke, and I sniffed.

“He was young, and crying. I saw his troubled face, right before he lost control. He wasn’t even wearing an helmet.”

“Why did he…”

“Sssssh…” She cautioned softly, raising her hand to pat my hair. I bent, so she could stroke it. “Everyone has problems, and things that cause them to be extra careless. Maybe something happened. I can’t blame him, as far as I’m alive.” She replied softly, and I sniffed, covering my face.

“I was so scared. How… how would I go on if I lose you too? I haven’t heard anything from Lucas, what if…?” I broke down, and began to cry afresh.

“I’m not leaving until I see you happily married with three kids.”

“Make that five grown kids, ready to get married.” I replied, amidst my tears, and she chuckled.

“Gosh, don’t let me laugh. I’ve got stitches on my face.” She said, making me laugh too.

“Let me see.”

Dahlia showed me her stitches, and I marveled at the ugliness of them.

I massaged her feet, and shoulders, bought fruits for her, and spent a good amount of time accidentally making her laugh. Seeing one person who helped me hold on felt good, but when I returned to the house later that night, I felt the cloak of depression descend on me yet again.

With my head down, I walked slowly, making my way over, across the living rooms.

However, right before I approached the stairs, I saw feet in black slippers I knew all too well.

I looked up into John’s angry face.

“I…” I began, trying to explain, but he didn’t give me the chance to.

He slammed my head hard against the wall, and it seemed like something exploded in my head.

Pain traveling at speed of light shot at my head, and I felt the warm blood wash over my left eye, right before everything turned to black.