FORTY-THREE
Yalda had woken up feeling completely despondent; her fever was down and he head didn’t hurt anymore but she felt despondent still, there were a lot of things on her mind and she had a lot of questions she just couldn’t express them. What was to say that Alexander wouldn’t suddenly get upset and threaten her again?
She was in no mood to stay in the hospital and she didn’t care what the doctor or even Alexander had to say about it; she noticed a pair of her slacks and a sweater along with a pair of shoes in a bag on the couch, and she assumed that Alexander had ran some errands while she was asleep. She changed into them quickly before gathering up her stuff in and waiting for Alexander to return so she could tell him she wanted to leave.
It wasn’t long before he returned, he had changed into more comfortable clothes and had even brought breakfast. He arched a brow on seeing her seated at the edge of the bed with her stuff packed beside her in the bag he had brought her clothes in.
“Why are you out of bed?” He asked her.
“I’m alright now. I’d like to leave.” She replied, her tone was cold and distant. The fact that he had managed to calm her along the course of the night didn’t mean that she would let everything go. He had apologized but she truly wasn’t sure she was willing to let things go so easily.
“Yes, you’re better now, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to just leave.” Alexander replied.
She shook her head. She wasn’t going to argue with him, she wasn’t going to do this right now.
“I really just want to leave.” She told him. “I can call Carl to come pick me up if you won’t drop me off.”
His brow arched once more.
“Drop you off? Do you really think I’ll drop you off at your apart where you’ll be alone while you’re unwell?” He asked her.
Did he think she was going to follow him to his penthouse?
“I’m not going to the penthouse.” She told him.
“I beg your pardon.” He said as he set the paper bag he was holding aside and walked up to her.
“I’m not going.” She repeated. He could try to coerce her into going and she was sure she would end up breaking down and getting hysteric; it was best he let her be for now.
“Is there a reason for that?”
She scoffed in disbelief. Could he really not see that he was pushing her away? Could he not see that he was almost scaring her? That she was trying so hard not to lose her mind?
“Why?” She asked him. “Are you truly asking why I do not wish to return to your penthouse with you?”
He didn’t offer a response and she didn’t care; she took it as a cue to carry on.
“I don’t feel safe with you anymore; I’m always uneasy around you and I just need some space to breathe.” She told him. She was almost brooding now.
His eyes widened ever so slightly; it was almost unnoticeable but she noticed.
“You don’t feel safe around me anymore?” He asked her.
He had the audacity to be shocked?
“You threatened to have me sedated against my will last night, not because I was trying to hurt myself or anyone, but simply because I asked for the truth.” She told him. Her throat clenched painfully and her heart ached but she held herself together. “Am I supposed to feel safe after seeing that side of you?
“I apologized for that.” He reminded her.
She shook her head.
“It doesn’t change the fact that it happened.” She told him. She was suddenly mentally and emotionally exhausted. “I’ll like to go home please. I need to be alone.”
He seemed like he wanted to say something but reconsidered, he nodded instead.
“As you wish. Give me a moment to speak to the doctor.” He said before he turned around and walked out of the room.
Left alone again, Yalda felt tears prick her eyes but she forced them back. She wasn’t going to cry, not here, not now.
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