All Chapters of An Inconsequent Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I jolt awake, feeling something pressing on my neck. I open my eyes and see the nurse, her eyes cold and impassive, trying to suffocate me with the oxygen line. In a panic, I hit her with a blow and she falls to the floor. My heart races and adrenaline rushes through me. Without a second thought, I run out of the room and down the corridor in desperation. My mind is a mess. I try to understand what is happening to me, who I am, but nothing makes sense. I look over my shoulder as I run and notice two men following me. They try to disguise themselves, but they hurry on. They're dressed in lab coats, but something about them is disturbing. I'm gasping for breath and the urge to escape takes over. I open the emergency exit door and start down the stairs, each step faster than the last. I'm frightened and confused, a feeling of deep fear envelops me. Halfway down, as I open an emergency door, I bump into a tall man. His eyes meet mine for a moment and he tries to grab me. I dodge out of th

DomLohan lunges at me, his eyes burning with pure fury. He grabs me around the waist and slams me brutally to the ground, his fist hitting my face with a ferocious blow. I taste blood in my mouth, but the pain only fuels my anger. I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close and with a sudden movement, I manage to throw him to one side. I stand over him, my face red with hatred.“I'll kick your ass, you fuck! What have you done?”, I scream, and start throwing a series of punches at his face, feeling the impact of each blow against his flesh.Lohan groans, but in an impulse of fury, he manages to shake off one of my blows, grabs my arm and pulls me down, quickly turning around to get on top of me.“That bitch tried to kill me!”, he screams, his face contorted with rage. A punch finds my ribcage, the air escaping from my lungs.“It's a lie, you son of a bitch!”, I roar, in a scream of pain.Not soon enough. With one swift movement, I elbow him in the chest, forcing him to

I open my eyes and see Dom's arms around me. I blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the brightness. I didn't see when he came here, he probably stayed with Maurice and the boys until the early hours, since he didn't have any fun with his friends yesterday and I hope he enjoys it with them today. I move slowly on the bed, getting out of his embrace and sliding off without waking him.Looking out of the large window, I realize it's already light out and decide to go to the pool to enjoy the sun. I go to my suitcase, grab my navy blue bikini and a white cover-up. I brush my teeth, apply sunscreen and foundation to the fresh marks, feeling relieved that they're here again. I apply a little make-up, put my hair up in a high ponytail and put on the sunglasses I left on the modern dresser.I leave the room quietly, walk down the stairs, cross the house and go outside. I take off my cover-up and throw it on the sun lounger, along with my sunglasses, and dive into the pool. Th

The week was full of ups and downs. Dom spent the last four days recovering from the flu and I found several ways to get him to take his medication. Fortunately, everything worked out and he didn't get suspicious. So next time I'll know what to do if he needs it. Eva tried to talk to me, texting and calling me several times as if we were intimate. The difference was that they were threats, like: "You're running out of time, you haven't given me any answers, you don't know who you're dealing with...", and I didn't answer, because, if I get involved, it won't be good. I've already got Eva by the scruff of the neck, and I've only seen her twice.Apart from that, the week went smoothly. I went back to the neurologist, my brain is still the same, and I had the stitches removed from my head. Yesterday, Didi had a party at her house, just for us girls. It was incredible. I stayed until 1:30 in the morning, because that's when the boys left the house and Dom picked me up. We had a great time

KikiBefore I even open my eyes, I can smell the cold, sterile smell of the room. I try to move my fingers, but they don't respond immediately. I open my eyes slowly. The white light from the ceiling is annoying, blurring my vision. I try to recognize the place, but nothing seems familiar. Next to the bed, a machine beeps at regular intervals, breaking the silence. The sheets covering my body are soft and comfortable.I notice the oxygen mask on my face and instinctively reach up to remove it, noticing my bandaged hand. My body is heavy, aching. My head throbs and pulses. I turn my face slowly, but I can't see any windows. I can't tell if it's day or night. The machine's beeping starts to become more irregular, reflecting my nervousness. I try to sit down, but the pain is cutting through my body and I give up.Where am I?“You woke up…”, a female voice sounds next to me, soft in its French accent.“What happened?”I ask, feeling the nervousness grow. Vague memories begin to invade my