Chapter 3

It was 4 am. I finally left the club, fully satisfied after two rounds from the stranger. I had left while he slept and didn't know how to feel about it.

I didn't want to feel anything, though he made me feel what I hadn't felt from any other man in years, I hoped to forget him. No strings attached right?

Stupid, but what if I was already attached to him from the moment he slammed his lips into mine and made me feel like a woman?

Bummer.

I get into my car and drive out of the parking space. It felt so quiet and lonely even with the upbeat music playing loudly through my speakers. I had never felt this lonely until now. Though I had discovered I was being cheated on three years ago, the air still smelt of betrayal, choking me down to my chest like I was being stabbed right there.

I had feelings for him. Feelings I couldn't call love but still, I never cheated or thought of it to begin with. She was there all along. Before, while and even now I'm gone, I figured. I didn't know her and I wondered if she knew she was being cheated on too. We were both playing. It was the more reason why I shouldn't feel really bad about it after all.

The void I felt could never fully go as at the moment, except by a certain stranger.

I press my legs on the brakes. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." My car comes to a halt, making a screeching sound. My eyes widened at the woman who had just been hit by a car.

I watch the car speed off without giving a damn about the accident it just caused.

I quickly stepped out of my car and rushed to the woman who was now surrounded by hungry gossipers. Her red blonde hair sprawled down to cover her face as blood spilled to stain her clothes.

"She needs help." Someone said as I stared down at her body. It took strength not to have a panic attack at the moment.

It felt like history repeating itself. The blood and her unconscious body. It reminds me of two weeks back when my father came back home with bloody hands.

"People are cruel. What are we going to do?"

"Poor woman."

"Ma'am you have a car. You could help." Another woman said.

I blinked out of my blank state and looked up at her to see she was talking to me. "Yes." I nod, clearly not in the right state of mind. "Yes. Carry her to my car. It's over there." I said in a shaky voice. The sight of the red-blonde woman pooled with blood brought chills to my body and made me fear for my life.

"Hurry. Hurry." The woman and two others spoke to the three men in our midst. They looked at each other and then quickly did as told.

One of them accompanied me to the hospital and left after the lady was carried to the emergency room. I didn't leave though. I stayed and waited patiently for results and I wondered if it was because I was kind or I needed to occupy myself from the loneliness buried in me.

I sat on the seater, watching as nurses ran in and out of the operating room.

After a while of sitting, I suddenly feel a little sensation in my stomach. I ignore it till it comes again. I place my hand on my tummy, rubbing my thumb on it to ease the feeling. My mouth began to water and I experienced a shocking feeling whenever I swallowed. I blinked and ignored whatever I felt the moment the doctor walked out of the room.

I stood to meet him as he walked towards me. "Is she alright?" I ask him.

"She's fine. Thankfully, you were able to bring her here before she lost a lot of blood. Her case isn't as serious as I had expected and she'll be fine soon."

"Oh, I'm glad," I tell him, blinking as chills run through my spine. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I tried to act normal before the doctor, but Unfortunately for me, he was a practitioner and understood signs very well.

"Are you alright?" He asks and I nod. "I don't think so. You should get checked."

"No, I'm fine." I lie. I assumed I should be stressed from the trauma my sister's death had left in me or the pain of being heartbroken by my ex, but I lied.

I placed my hands on my mouth, feeling the need to throw up. I felt my food in my throat, it wasn't a hangover cause I'd thrown it all out last night after a long time of pleasure. Kind of embarrassing but I wasn't in the right state to mind.

"You should..." I place my hand over my mouth again as I suddenly feel the need to throw up. "The toilet is that way." He points and I quickly rush to it to throw out all my food.

I breathed heavily, catching my breath. I threw up again and rested by the wall. I waited for a while and decided to rinse my mouth when I didn't feel the need to throw up again. I walk out of the toilet to see the doctor standing on the other side.

"Thank you," I tell him, for quickly directing me to the toilet.

"You should get checked. I'll do it freely for you." He tells me. I open my mouth to disagree but he gives me a pleasing look and I walk to him, signaling him to take me to wherever I needed to go.

A one-night stand, and an accident that led me to the hospital, and that was all it took for my life to change for good.