Pain, immeasurable pain coursed through her veins as Lisa Morgan realized that everything was over. Right now, she was at the very ground she had never ever thought herself capable of being in. she was now labeled as the woman who ruined her father’s business with both her hands. How had it all happened. She asked as she held her head in an effort to quell the migraine that was developing to a deafening crescendo in her head. Tears could not make any of this right. She had to admit she had been played right from the start like the fool she was.
Gasping, she turned to look at what used to be her and her father’s company, which now did not belong to them. They had somehow been bought out, even though she had thought that they had been okay. What was however even more disheartening was the fact that Omar Hassan, the sleek handsome business man, the very same who had taken her virginity had been the one to bring her downfall. Right now, everything was in shambles, she thought as she tried to blink away the tears that were gathering in her eyes. ‘Omar Hassan was one son of a bitch” he had pulled the rug from beneath the very ground they stood on.
Her father had had a heart attack and was now being rushed to the hospital. She could not fathom why he had done all that but the victorious gleam she had seen in his eyes said it all. Victory, revenge for something she did not even know. Disheartened, she picked herself up and got into the car that she owned and drove out of the building that was called the Victorian enterprises. They had started from the scratch after their grandfather’s management almost led them to bankruptcy.
This time however, she had not even known how it had happened to the final moment. Where they had realized that the only option was to sell. Breathing again in an effort to quell the nausea she could feel gathering around her guts, she held the steering wheel to her car firmly and drove to the hospital. She had to know how her father was doing. The pain of that betrayal still rung through her heart like pins dropped on the floor stepping on them only that it hurt more than she had expected it to.
The drive to the hospital was a long one and by the time she could get there, she had already gotten some semblance of what could be considered some normalcy. Walking through the revolving doors into the hospital foyer, Lisa took a deep steadying breath while adjusting the sunglasses she had used as a cover. This was because it was proving even harder to be private now that such a big scandal had happened.
Through the elevator to the room where her dad lay must have been the most uncomfortable because everyone inside seemed to be looking and pointing at her. even after all the disguise she had tried, she had still been recognized. Yet at this time, the only thing was running through her mind was how she had been a total failure. Everything had crumbled at her hands. Taking comfort in the fact that they could still live comfortably, she moved to the room, where a drip was hanging by his bedside.
Looking at her father in that moment brought tears to her eyes. He looked so frail, like the very wind could blow him away. The greying hair that now seemed to gleam in the light from the room covered most of his head. This was a change that had occurred almost immediately. The stress lines on his face even more visible with wrinkles pretty visible. Moving even closer, she went on to old his hand. Sitting by his bed, she found herself breaking down. Her father had to get okay somehow. Otherwise, how could she ever survive? Her father was her very own backbone.
It was while she was holding his hand that his fingers twitched and feeling it, she could feel tears of relief flowing through her. “Dad, can you hear me, please wake up,” she said in between laughs and tears and paging the doctors. The doctor came in quite quick yet the news that she received abated the short period of joy she had had. Her father was not coming out of coma yet. Feeling disappointed, sad and desolate, she sat there long after the doctors had left, talking for what felt like ages.
“Dad do you know he was the very first person that I truly fell in love with. The moment we met; I knew in my heart that I had met my match. He was sexy, smart and handsome, and being rich was a bonus too. Things between us moved so fast that it felt surreal and yet it felt so right. Tears clogging her eyesight she squeezed his hand.
‘So, tell me why will something that felt so right cause me so much pain.’ She said, as the familiar heartache that accompanied his memories raced through her heart shattering hers into a million pieces or so she felt. She felt used, and yet she did not deserve it. Papa, you know, I thought we were in love and for the first time I even thought of getting married. How stupid I must have looked right. Yet what I do not understand is what I did.
I’m sorry for all this dad. I wish you were better dad. I really need your hugs right now. I want to hear you say that it’ll be okay, yet I wonder if it will be. She said as she laid on his hand, squeezing it softly hoping against hope that he would wake up and just hold her even just for a short while. She wished that her mom, however bad she may be was there. Maybe she wouldn’t be as lonely.