All Chapters of Billion Dollar Man: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MilaI was starting to get pissed off. I felt like the four walls of the room were closing in on me. My skin was hot as if on fire. I had never gotten angry this quickly, but I was about at the end of my line, here.“I asked you to let it go, Sky,” I snapped. “Stop pushing me, okay? It’s not your life, it’s mine. And no matter what you think, I can still make my own decisions. I’ve just been to hell and back, and you’re not making this shit any easier.”Skylar’s eyes widened as I spoke and by the time I finished my little speech, she was angry, too.“You were the one that said you didn’t know what to do. You asked me for my advice so don’t have a shit fit when I give it to you. But you’re right, it’s not my life. I’ve just been involved in your shit for years because it’s what friends do. So, you can push me away all you like, but I didn’t do any of this to you.”“Stop it,” I shouted at Skylar.“No. I’m not going to stop. I didn’t break your heart, and I didn’t kidnap you, and I didn’

BenWhen I got off the phone, I was drained. The shit with this company was just never-ending. When it had been all about business, I hadn’t minded it so much, but it had bled over into my personal life, and I hated that.“Honey, can you help me with something?” my mom asked, coming into the room.I nodded. “Sure, what?”“I want to paint a few rooms. Paul will be away on a business trip this week – he’s leaving in the morning. Do you think you can help me? It will take a few days, so if you need to go back sooner, it’s okay.”I thought about it. When I had been younger, before Paul had come into the picture, my mom and I had done all sorts of things together to bond. We had built things, rearranged the house, taken on any kind of project we could think of. It had been a distraction for both of us after Dad had left, and it had been good for us to open up to each other instead of shutting down and moving on without talking.“I’d love to,” I said. “I can stay a few more days, I’m sure.

MilaI could have taken my break, of course. But it was difficult for me to carry on with life as usual when a man was fighting for his life and looking like he was going to lose. I couldn’t worry about the patient making it the one moment and have lunch in the cafeteria like nothing was wrong, the next. I would take my break when I could stomach the idea that sometimes we lost patients.Before the kidnapping, I had struggled with the concept of losing a patient, but it wasn’t this bad. Now, I felt like throwing up, like I was going to break apart if this old man didn’t make it. I had always been strong in situations like this even though it had affected me badly. What had changed? Why was I so much more emotionally involved than before?Maybe it was because I had been through a difficult time. When I had thought that my own death was around the corner. Maybe I wasn’t emotionally as alright as I thought I was. For the first time since the incident, I considered going to see someone ab

Ben“You know, you’re mad about Mila, but I’m leaving so it’s not like we’re going to be together,” I said. Maybe it was a bit of a cheap shot. I was pissed off. But it was true. Yeah, I fucked up. But surely Jerrod could get over that, especially since the reason why he hated my guts now wasn’t even there anymore.Jerrod shook his head, leaning on the bar with both hands.“You’re a son of a bitch to leave her like this, you know that?” Jerrod asked.I frowned. “So, now I’m wrong for leaving?”“You said you were serious about her. Not serious enough, obviously. Must be nice to live a life where you can change your mind like that all the time without worrying about how people feel. Is it the money that’s doing this to you?”“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked.Jerrod looked over my shoulder at the diners. Maybe it was because I was swearing. No one was close enough to have heard me, though. And he had been just as bad. I was almost sure of it. Besides, if Jerrod and I had b

MilaI was suddenly terrified. I looked around the parking lot, looking for people who might come to harm me. A young man was walking to his car. I watched until he climbed in and drove away. He wasn’t a danger to me.But he’d had dark blond hair, and he hadn’t been very muscular. It reminded me of Victor.I climbed out of the car, leaving my food behind, and hurried to the hospital entrance. I couldn’t handle being in my car. I had hoped to doze off for a couple of minutes to reboot my tired body, but I was safer inside. Even if it was just from my own demons.When I sat in the locker room on one of the wooden benches, my back against the cold tiles, I could finally breathe again.Everyone knew what I had been through. They tried to be there for me, asked me how I was doing and offered me all the time I needed to myself. Even if I was already far over the number of days off I was allowed each year. But none of them knew what I was struggling with. There was nothing they could do to m