Chapter 29

I don't wanna go back

Isabel's POV
Later that evening, after Mr monster had left, the doctor gave me some painkillers which knocked me out. I slept from the moment he administered it till around 8 pm when I woke up and that was because Mrs Macy brought me food. I could have eaten from the hospital canteen but their meals were gross, whoever was in charge of preparing meals in hospitals had the same agenda: drive the patients away. That was their motto. When I woke up fully, I looked at my phone and saw a message from Curt. He was asking me if I was alright and for a moment I kind of felt lost because we were just from texting not long ago. I asked him why he asked and he told me to go read my messages. Duh, if I could see clearly on the screen would I have asked? I tried to read my previous text and I noticed I had written in gibberish clearly when I was nodding off. I quickly sent him a text
' Sorry, the painkillers took me out I didn't even realize when I wrote that
' Why do you always like apologizing even when you aren't at fault? Is it with everyone or just with me? ' his question took me off guard and I was wondering what he was talking about. Then it hit me when I took a look at my message as I began with sorry.
' It's just being polite and it makes you not come out as being rude or arrogant. Imagine refusing something from someone and just being direct about it, it might sound harsh but when you put sorry, it makes your response seem polite' I explained like I was teaching some kindergarten kid.
'I see!' he replied.
' What do you see?' I asked.
' That you are someone who thinks highly of what other people think of you.'
' I beg to disagree with you doctor, it's not about making people like me or not, hell I don't give a damn about what people think of me. All I do is just try my best not to get on the wrong foot with people, that's all. I enjoy having my peace thank you very much.'
" And do you think you are on the right foot with everyone?' he asked.
' Hah of course not! I just try to not be the reason for the problem. There are plenty of people who have issues with me. A certain Lauren back in my neighbourhood, my boss' future wife that one is a witch, she just likes causing troubles here and there and finally my boss.' I told him honestly.
' Why would your boss have issues with you? Are you being stubborn? '
' Well sometimes, but I feel like the reason he hates me is that I challenge him. I have guts and he just doesn't like people challenging him, he always wants to be in control.' I told him.
' But he's the boss, he's supposed to be in control that's how it should be. He's just putting his house in order.' he defended him again as usual.
' Being a boss doesn't necessarily mean you trample on others or hurt people's feelings just to exercise authority. He's just being plain wicked and ruthless that's all.' I sent him my reply but he didn't respond. Here we go again, silencing me again. I wondered about the relationship he had with Scott because every time he always seem to defend the man. Were they brothers? No, there wasn't any resemblance. Or maybe they were best friends? Oh Isa you are doomed. I need to stop airing my thoughts and opinions about people just like that. What if he reports me to Scott? Oh Isa what have you done this time? I need to stitch my big mouth up.
" Isa, you haven't touched your food yet?" Mrs Macy's voice brought me out of my guilt trip.
" Oh I'm not hungry" all the appetite I had vanished out of the window.
" You? Isa? Not hungry? No no no you must eat because this is unlike you." Mrs Macy forced me to eat. Thank you Mrs Macy for thinking I'm a glutton. I couldn't sleep anymore, my thoughts wandered to the possibility of Curt venting out on me and it freaked me out the whole night.

***
It had been one week and some days since my last chat with Curt and since then, I haven't heard from either Curt or Scott. I had accepted my fate, Scott was going to fire me the moment I leave this place. But on a second note, he'd told me he would never fire me because I still needed to work to clear my parent's debts. Whew! That gave me some relief. So then what would he do to me? I thought of all the possible punishments he could give me. Sleep outside for 40 days with no food and water? No that was impossible. Only Jesus could do that. Sell me off to some factory to work my ass off? That one could be possible because he had threatened me with it the last time but before he even thinks of doing it, I would be long gone from his house. Today was the day I was being discharged and honestly, I didn't want to go back. Life in the hospital was so much better, not having to deal with Lucifer and his empress. It had been a long I'd seen Claire and I was dying to see her though she smuggled and came to see me last week when Scott had gone to work. She told me the house was empty without me and she had no one to play with. I asked her about Scott and she said he was so busy with work that he hardly was around. She only saw him early in the morning when he is about to leave for work and that was all. She even had a feeling he sleeps in his office as for Khloe, her face got better and she went to California for a photo shoot so the mansion was practically empty. At least the one thing that consoled me was, I wasn't going to be seeing much of Lucifer and her royal bitchness wasn't around. I tried bribing the doctor to let me stay again for some days but she refused to tell me I was good to go home. Did I tell her I wanted to go home? Isn't it the patient's right to demand bed rest? Moreover, she said Scott had ordered her to discharge me and if I were to spend another night here, the bill would be on my head. That selfish good-for-nothing monkey. Mrs Macy got impatient waiting for me as I walked around the hospital saying my goodbyes to the nurses and patients both those I knew and didn't know. I was trying to kill time and my plan seemed to be working when all of a sudden, the chauffeur sent to pick us up came in and bundled me into the car. Damn you all ye faithful servants of Scott Carter. Even though I was healed, I still felt a little pain and winced when he put me inside the car.
" Be careful Tom, she's still in pain?" Mrs Macy said to him and I glared at him making him say a reluctant sorry. The drive was in total silence and when the mansion came into sight, I tightened my lips in anger and frustration, I was back to this hell hole but that wasn't the only thing at the back of my mind I feared the punishment that awaited me. The car came to a halt and I came out. Claire was already standing outside with her tiny arms open to engulf me in a hug. Mrs Macy carried my things inside the house and Tom helped me to climb the stairs.
" Ohhh I've missed you my partner in crime." Claire squeezed my bones till I had to beg her to stop.
" I'm still in pain bucket head," I said to her.
" Urghh! Stop pretending, I know you didn't want to come back in the first place but you can't run away from me." she poked my stomach and I let out a chuckle.
" Where's Scott?" I whispered.
" Speak louder I can't hear you! " she pretended like she didn't get me.
" You heard me damn very well Claire," I said to her.
" Oh relax, he's not around. Still in the office. I told you he hardly comes home these days. Now let's take you in and get you settled. I have a lot of things to tell you most especially about Mr Briggs and his wife." I rolled my eyes Claire deserved to live in our neighbourhood, she loved gossip more than she loved her life.