Forever with the Billionaire

Hillary POV:

Every story has a backstory. Most of them are epic, while some are bad. Just like how the alley leading to my apartment is dark, how my life has been dark and lonely ever since the beginning.

The street's light glitched as I walked toward my apartment, and it reminded me that my life was a story with a bad backstory. Dogs barked as I walked past different houses along the alley. The waste bin at the front of each house creates a nauseating feeling in my stomach. If I'm to throw up, I will probably throw up nothing because I didn't have breakfast.

As I got to the front of my apartment, I met my landlady seated at the front of my door. When she saw me coming, she stood up and rushed to meet me. "Glad you are back," The petite woman who was my landlady clapped her hands. She always does that every time I don't pay my rent on time. "You are two months late on your rent, Hillary," she shouted, and continued clapping her hands. Her voice echoes down the alley, and I am sure everyone must have heard her shouting.

"Mrs. Peters, I..." I tried to say something, but she clapped her hands.

"Duh, Duh, Duh!" she snapped her fingers at me. If she were up to my height, at 5 feet 7 inches tall, her fingers would be buried deep in my dark brown eyes.

"If I make excuses when I build this house, then it won't be standing today." She pointed to the building as if it was her best achievement. The building is a two-story house. I stay on the ground floor while she stays on the first floor.

"Mrs. Peters, I...." I tried to say something, and she snapped her fingers again.

"No excuses, young lady. You have five days. "If you don't pay my rent in five days, I will throw you out," she threatened, and walked away with cusses and mutterings.

I rolled my eyes as I mimicked her. "You have five days." She must have heard as she turned to look at me. "Good night, Mrs. Peters," I said as I entered my room before she could start a lengthy conversation.

"When?" I dropped my bag to the ground and fell to the ground as tears streamed down my face. Life has been unfair to me, and every time I try to compete with life, it never ends well.

I did not cry because of Mrs. Peters, but because my life is not what I expected it to turn out to be. My life is far from perfect, from a struggling job to a dying father. I don't have the life I've always wanted.

After crying my heart out, I stood up from the ground and lay on my couch. It's a two-seater black leather couch that doesn't fit my height, but what could a girl with no bed do? Nothing. I stared at my ceilings that are infested with cobwebs and dust and thought about my not-so-perfect life. Ten seconds later, I fell asleep. I knew I'd have nightmares while sleeping.

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"Rise and shine, Hillary!" My alarm blared in my bag. It's a tone I recorded myself because I love listening to myself talk. "If you don't stand up, Hillary, I will hit you." I groaned and blew off my black braided hair from my forehead and rose from the couch. I stretched and yawned loudly.

"Perfect," I said, getting up from the couch and looking for my bag, where the alarm was blaring. When I found my bag, I turned off the alarm and yawned again. I looked at my phone and groaned when I saw the time. It was 7:00 am, which meant my not-so-perfect life had begun.

I already have a schedule I use every morning. First, I take my bath, dress up, and rush out of the house to catch the early morning bus. Second, I alight at the bus stop that is close to the hospital where my father is admitted, and after checking up on him, I leave for my office.

My father's condition had become worse. Doctor John, the specialist in charge of my father's condition, informed me that morning.

But, " I paused and heaved a deep sigh. "What about another chemo?"

"It won't help. He is at the late stage and going through chemotherapy would give him more pain. You have to let him go. "

I bit my lip at the news as I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. "How long does he have?"

"Three months, Max. I'm sorry, Hills, "he patsme on the back. "Concerning your debts," he paused and looked at me.

I know what he wants to say. It was about my debt to the hospital. I owe them a lot ever since my father started his treatment. "I'll settle the bills, John," I said to him before he could finish what he wanted to say.

"Okay. Stay strong, Hills," he smiled, and I returned the smile, but it changed to a frown.

I stood up and left the office, and when I got outside, a terrible headache hit me and it felt like my head was getting hit with a hammer. I held my head as another wave of a headache hit me.

"Leave the way!" A husky voice brought me out of my surprising pain. I raised my head and looked at the person. A white man in a wheelchair stared back at me as I continued to look at him. He has unique hazel eyes, which I find attractive. "Are you deaf?" The man shouted, sounding a little bit harsh.

I faked a smile like I always do with my patients and made a way for him. He wheels himself away without turning to look at me.

"Different people with their problems, "I muttered and headed towards my father's room."

"Dad," I whispered as I entered the room. My father, who used to be full of life, lay lifeless on his bed. His black curly hair was bald, and his face looked like a dead man. It was pale and lifeless. In his mouth was a tube connecting to life support. "I don't know what to do." I grabbed his hand. "I wish I could bring back the time when you were fine and always happy."

I stared at my father's face and wished he could just open his eyes. Ever since he was diagnosed with cancer twelve years ago, he has never said a word to me. "Just show me you are okay! Move a finger or something! " I shouted and cried out. "Dad!" I didn't want to lose my father, but there was nothing I could do but watch him die.

"Why?" I asked no one in particular.

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Loukas POV

As she entered the VIP ward, my stepmother made her presence known. I was admitted to The White Hospital, where I've spent almost my life battling with my paralysed body.

Amanda, My stepmother dropped her white Louis Vuitton bag on the white sofa and sat down. She took out a piece of brown paper from her bag and threw it on the bed where I lay. "Die for all I care, but before you do, sign those papers." She pointed to the brown paper. "My bad!" She gasped and then started laughing. "Only the left side of your body is normal." She mocked.

She was right about that, because I was useless.

I watched her as she took the paper and handed it over to me. "Are you not going to take it or is your left side no longer working?" She mocked me again, but I refused to say anything. The annoying blonde woman who called herself my stepmother did not deserve to hear me talk.

"Loukas!" She shouted. "Why are you in this hospital when you don't want to be treated?" She stood up from the sofa and paced around the room. "Let's make this easier for you, Loukas." Why don't you just die and let your brother take charge of everything? " She referred to the inheritance owned by me. "Your brother has been in charge of everything since the beginning. Die and let him have everything." She said to me.

"So what if I die?" I paused and then burst into laughter. "If I die, will you finally be at peace?" I scoffed.

"You are in pain, Loukas, so stop wasting your time here and die." She advised and pointed to the brown paper. "If you fall to your death, I'll think of how to come up with a write-up." She tried to touch me, but I slapped her hand away. "Sign the papers before tomorrow and by then, make sure you are dead." She whispered and walked out of the room.

I heaved a deep sigh as soon as she left and thought about what she said. I have already considered dying twice. First, it was when I got into the accident that made my right side paralyzed. I couldn't remember anything when I first woke up, and when the doctor told me I had hemiplegia, I tried to commit suicide. The second time was when I tried to kill myself by taking poison. Now that Amanda had brought it up again, I thought about dying.

Don't judge me. I have spent fourteen years of my life with no memory of my childhood and a paralyzed body. Every month it's one complication or the other. Since I refused medical attention, I'm either fainting or having speech problems. Life hasn't been easy for me ever since I got into the accident that damaged my brain. I refused to leave the hospital, which had become my home ever since the accident.

What's the point of living if half your body is paralyzed?

The reason why I gave up on treatment was when I tried physiotherapy for three years but there were no changes in my body. The process was painful and it was a total waste of time as I found out my therapist was hired by my stepmother. That's the day I gave up on getting better. "Sir," said Rotimi,

my best friend and bodyguard who had stayed with me my whole life, entered the room. "I saw Amanda coming out of your room a while ago. Are you alright?" He questioned

"She dropped this," I said, pointing to the brown paper on the bed beside me. Rotimi took the paper and read the content. He looked at me and frowned.

"What the hell is this?" Rotimi questioned.

"I'm considering it, Rotimi," I answered.

"What do you mean?" Rotimi sat down beside me. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I am going to sign it. Caleb deserves it anyway. " I said my stepbrother's name. "He has been helping me since the beginning."

"But you've been behind the brilliant ideas. You plan the biggest building in Mecianda and hotels around the world. " Rotimi tried to talk me out of it.

"No one knows me, Rotimi. Allow it to be. I'll sign it. "

"I disagree with this, Lou," Rotimi said.

"As your friend and boss, I command you to agree with me."

"But this isn't okay. This is bullshit. " He cussed, and I frowned. When he saw my face, he smiled. "Very well then. I hope you know what you are doing. "

"Yes, I do," I replied. "Take yourself out with the boys tonight." You all deserve a night out. "

"You know I can't leave you alone," he refused.

That was one thing I loved about Rotimi.

"Please!" I begged. "You guys have not taken any rest this week. Go and have fun. I'll be fine. "

"Fine," he agreed. "But I will be back before midnight."

"Fine." Midnight was okay because I would have been dead by then.

Hillary POV

I yawnedfor the umpteenth time today as I became bored with the therapy session with my patients who refused to pay for their sessions. All they talked about were their personal lives and solutions to them as if I were God.

All they had to offer were talks. They took the liberty of coming again because I would always listen to them.

"That's it, Gary. You are going to be fine." I said to my fifth patient, who kept talking about his wife and children. Gary was a fifty-year-old man who lost one of his legs in a factory accident, and ever since then, he had lost every bit of respect he deserved from his family. They rendered him useless, and Gary, who used to be a hardworking man, became a man who had no value to his family.

"I haven't eaten for days, Hillary. They won't give me anything. "

I stared at the man who I thought was better than me, but after listening to his stories, I found out that there were some people I was still better than. "I feel so weak, Hillary. At this rate, I might die."

"You are not dying, Gary." I dipped my hand inside my brown bag that was lying on my desk and took out a dollar bill. "Find something to eat, Gary. You'll be fine. " I handed over the last $10 in my bag to him.

"Hillary!" Gary burst into tears, and I rushed over to him to console him. "Thank you. I should be paying you for the therapy sessions, but every time I come, you always help me. Thank you. " He joined his hands together and raised them.

"That's okay, Gary. "You are welcome." I smiled at him and took his hands into mine. "Go eat something."

Just as he was about to reply, my phone rang in my bag, and I left Gary's side to pick up the phone. I greeted my dad's specialist joyfully, but I was met with a piece of sad news. "What happened to my father? I'm on my way. "

"Is everything okay?" Gary questioned.

I didn't bother to reply as I rushed out of my office. Tears spilled down my face as I ran down the street. The hospital was just a few blocks from my office, which gave me an advantage as I didn't have to take a bus. As I ran towards the hospital, I thought about how my father had been with me from the beginning, ever since I lost my mother to an accident that killed her on the spot.

When I got to the hospital, my father was covered up in white clothes and was being moved to the morgue. I rushed inside the ward and pulled the clothes off my father's body. "Dad!" I kneeled beside him and burst into tears. My heart broke when I saw my father's pale face. His once happy face had turned into a frown, and he wasn't breathing. He was dead. My father was dead.

"Dad! You promised to stay with me! " I grabbed his hand, which had grown cold, and placed it on my cheek. "Why are you, cold dad? Why? You promised to walk me down the aisle but you left me. " I cried. I couldn't believe my father was dead. I slapped his bare chest, thinking he would wake up, but it was futile. "Wake up, Dad!" I expected a movement, but all I got was a lifeless body that had stopped breathing. "Dad! Stand up! " I continued to slap his chest, hoping that a miracle would happen.

"That's enough, Hills." John tried to pull me away from my father's body, but I stayed glued to him. "He is gone, Hillary." He dragged me. "Let him rest in peace."

"Dad!" Tears continued to stream down my face as I thought of how my father died. He died in pain and sorrow. He didn't fulfill his promise to me. Was that how people die? My father was gone, and all I had of him were the memories we shared. If I could make one wish, it would be for my father to be resurrected.

My life would be incomplete without my father because he was all I had, but Death had something else in mind for him. Death took my father away from me.

"You have to pay up your debts for you to bury him," John said to me.

Was that how people are buried? People who you see every day die just like that and are buried afterward, which means you'll never see them again.

"You lied to me, John." I accused him because he told me my father was going to live for at least three months.

"I'm sorry, Hills, but he was in pain and he died because his body couldn't take the pain anymore. Before he died, he called your name and said he loved you. I am sorry, Hills."

I burst into tears as I couldn't hear my father's last word. I didn't get to hear him speak, and losing him without talking to him for the last time made my heart hurt. "Dad!" I cried and ran out of the ward as I couldn't watch as my father was pulled away on the stretcher. I didn't know where I was running to, but I found myself on top of the hospital rooftop. I didn't even take the elevator but ran all twelve floors.

I was mad at myself for not realizing that my father could die at any time. I was also mad at God for taking my father away from me. The cool breeze on the rooftop blew my braided hair as I stared at the sky. I took a deep breath and pointed to the sky. "God!" I yelled. "You are cruel and unfair. I hate the universe you created because people die and it's all because of you. Why did you take everyone I love away from me? " I sniffled as my nose ran down to my lips. I wiped my nose with my hand and continued yelling. "Why me?"

While I continued ranting, I heard a movement on the rooftop. I thought I was the only one on the rooftop, but somebody else was with me. The man stood beside me using a crutch as a supporter. I couldn't see the man's face, but from his body language, I could tell he was muscular. The man helped himself to the edge of the rooftop by seating down and dropping his crutches. I found his movements dangerous as he sat down as if he had three lives.

"What are you doing?" I questioned him, but he didn't reply. But instead, he shifted and was almost falling. "Are you insane? What the hell are you doing, you fool?" I rushed to grab his right hand and tried to pull him, but he didn't budge. His hand felt as if it had no life. "Why are you trying to end your life?"

"It's none of your business," he said in a stern tone. "Pretend you never saw me." He said it as if he was threatening me.

"I am not going to do that."

"Then watch me fall to my death." He jerked his hand free from mine and tried to jump. Before he could try to jump, I grabbed his left hand.

"Are you crazy?" I shouted and held on to him. He was too strong, and I felt my hand slipping away. Tears sprung to my eyes as I thought of what would happen if another person died on my watch. The man tried all he could to free his hand from my grip, but I didn't give up. "God, I'm sorry for what I said to you. I'm sorry. "Please help me save this man." I prayed silently and pulled the man with every ounce of strength I had.

I successfully pulled him off the edge, and he fell backward and landed on top of me. "Thank you, God!" I shouted as I was out of breath. I saved someone.

I saved someone.

"Are you enjoying this?" The man's husky voice brought me out of my thoughts as I had forgotten about the weight of the man on top of me. He was as heavy as a large rock.

I pushed the man off of me and he landed beside me. "I saved someone!" I shouted, and I pointed to the sky. "Can you believe that universe? I saved someone! " I closed my eyes and muttered a prayer to God. Even though I had lost my father, I was happy that I had saved a man from ending his life.

I stood up from the ground and offered my hand for the man to take, but he refused and tried to stand on his own. That's when I noticed that something was wrong with him. "You need this?" I offered my hand to help him, but he slapped it away with his left hand. That was the second time I noticed that there was no movement on his right hand. It was as if his right hand was dead.

"Don't be selfish. I just saved you! "

"I never asked for your help." There goes his powerful voice again.

"Look, I know you are probably tired of living, but I'm here to help you." I offered my hand again, and this time, he took it and I helped him up.

He shook terribly as he tried to maintain his balance. His right hand and feet were as stiff as a rock, and I didn't detect any movement from him. It was none of my business, so I didn't bother to ask him.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs as I saw five huge men coming to the rooftop. When they saw me, they rushed towards me and grabbed the suicide man from my hold. "Hey, I saved him first."

"Who are you?" One of the men asked him His voice was just as powerful as the suicide man's, and he was heftier than the rest of the men.

"I should be asking you those questions, you men in black." I retorted. "This man here tried to commit suicide and I saved him. You should be thankful for that. "

"What? You tried to kill yourself, Lou! What the hell is your problem? " The hefty man who asked me who I questioned the suicide man angrily. "You made us leave so you could commit suicide!" He yelled.

The suicidal man didn't say anything, but I saw him trembling as if he was having trouble standing. "I think he needs to rest on something." I said to the men. "I don't know who you are and I don't want to know. He might be owing you some amount of money, which may lead him to commit suicide, but go easy on him," I advised. "He is going through a lot." I pointed to his body. "He needs help."

"Stay out of this!" The suicide man warned

Hell no. I wasn't staying out of it because I saved his ass. "Listen, suicide man. "I saved your ass and if you needed help after settling your bills with the people you owe," I pointed to the men whose faces I couldn't see as it was too dark on the rooftop and the only illumination was the moon. "I give people therapy sessions and most of my patients don't pay as they can't afford it. Just come and register and you can pay anytime you wish. " I dipped my hand into my pocket and handed over my business card, but none of them took it, so I dropped it on the ground. "Go easy on him or I'll be a witness in case anything happens to him." I walked away and started crying again when I thought about my dead father.

He would be so proud if he heard that I saved someone from dying.

Loukas POV

"How could you try to kill yourself, Lou? You made me leave you so you could kill yourself! " Rotimi yelled angrily as he continued to rant about my committing suicide. I didn't say a word and just watched as he paced around the room. "If that girl hadn't come in time to save you, then you'd probably be dead by now."

He was right about that. My mind went over to the girl who saved me, and I couldn't help but think about what would have happened if she hadn't saved me. Amanda would have been on top of the world and taken all my inheritance.

Inheritance I don't care about.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Rotimi shouted and kicked the door. "That's it, Lou. I'm not leaving you again.We are going to be together forever. "

"Including when I need to go to the restroom?" I finally said something.

Rotimi rolled his eyes and groaned out in frustration. "I am increasing the security around you. Who knows if you'll kill yourself when no one is watching?

"That would be great," I responded.

"God!" Rotimi shouted. "How can you talk like that in situations like this, Lou?"

"Listen, Rotimi, I'm sorry that I lied to you, but what's the point of living?" I pointed to my body. "How do I survive if I'm like this?"

Rotimi heaved a sigh and came to sit beside me on the bed. He took my hand and placed it on his leg. "You probably think you can't survive, but you've been surviving for fourteen years."

"Yeah, surviving without memories of my childhood." I scoffed.

"Lou!" He shouted, and I raised my brows in confusion. Why was he shouting? I should be the one shouting because I am alone in this world with nothing but wealth and a paralyzed body. "Listen to me," he said, bringing my hand to his chest. "I know you think you are alone, but I am here with you and I am going to make sure you get better."

"Can you let go of my hand?"

Rotimi muttered some words under his breath and dropped my hand. "I picked this up from the ground." He handed over a card, which I refused to take. "I believe you can get better, Lou, and this lady is going to be your savior."

"You mean the lady who saved me?"

Rotimi nodded and beckoned for me to take the card. I grabbed the card from his hand and read through it. It was the most boring card I've ever seen. The colors used didn't blend, and the names were spelled wrong. Her name was spelled as Hillaary Williams instead of Hillary. "Why does this card look like it was written by a child?"

"It's not about how the card looks, Lou. This girl could be your breakthrough. "

"Right!" I scoffed and threw the card at Rotimi. "Just give her money as compensation for saving me, and we'll forget it ever happened."

"Listen, Lou, we can..."He tried to say something, but I lowered my head and raised it again. Something I do when I feel irritated. "Forget it! You never listen to me anyway. "

"I'm happy you know that." I winked at him and he facepalmed.

"Lou! Don't you want to get better? Forget your past and move on. " Rotimi placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently." Don't you want to own up to your work? Don't you want to get married again? "

"I'll like it if you don't talk about marriage to me again." I hated that word because I once thought that I was in love. Ten years after my accident, I met a girl named Angelica, who I thought was my Guardian Angel. I fell in love with her because she stood by me when I needed her and her words of encouragement kept me going. When we left college, I proposed to her and we got married, but the marriage didn't last a year as I found out that Angelica was sleeping with my stepbrother, and after we got separated, they got married and had a son.

It's been four years, but the memory was still fresh in my head. Ever since that day, I hated it when I heard anyone talking about couples or anything about marriage. "I am sorry," Rotimi apologized. "I am just looking after you, bro."

"I know, but I'll be fine. I don't need anyone's help. "

"That's what you said last month and the previous one. Let me retract that, Lou. It's what you've been saying for years. "

"I am not changing my mind," I said.

"Very well, then, brother." Rotimi stood up from my bed. "I think it's time you slept. "Tomorrow is a great day."

Tomorrow? I didn't know what was happening tomorrow.

"What's happening tomorrow?" I asked.

"You'll have to find out for yourself." Rotimi winked at me and walked out of the room.

"Rotimi!" I shouted after him, but he didn't turn back.

That's a jerk. I'll just have to find out what happens tomorrow.

I stared at the ceiling and thought of what would have happened if that girl hadn't saved me. The girl's conversation popped into my head, and I couldn't help but think about her until I fell asleep. I thought about changing and trying to get better. It could actually work if I embraced my fears and get a proper therapy.

Could the girl help? I thought. °°°°°°°°

"What is this I hear from Loukas?" Amanda's annoying voice woke me up from my sleep.

"Amanda, you can't go in there," I heard another voice yelling inside the room. I'll recognize the voice anywhere. It belonged to Rotimi. "It's eight in the morning. Lou needs his sleep." "

"And you can't stop me, Rotimi. You are just a servant and not a member of this family." Amanda retorted.

"What is your problem, Amanda? I'm in charge of his wellbeing and I have a right to decide who sees him or not. " Rotimi argued, and they both started yelling, not bothering to think that their noise could be disturbing me.

"Guys!" I yelled when I couldn't take it anymore. Their noise was affecting my head, and I had to place my hands on my head to ease the pain. "Stop shouting!"

"Are you okay?" Rotimi rushed to my side and touched my forehead. "You are burning up." Yes, I was. Who wouldn't have a fever if they woke up to noise and problems early in the morning?

"What are you doing here, Amanda?" I ignored Rotimi's question and turned to face my stepmother.

"Before I say anything, he needs to leave because I need to talk to you in private. Amanda eyed Rotimi as if he was a threat.

"Listen, Amanda, I'm not leaving Loukas's side because the last time you came, he almost died," Rotimi answered.

"Then why isn't he dead?" Amanda questioned

Rotimi gasped beside me, but I wasn't surprised a bit because she always talked about death around me. "Are you crazy, Amanda? How dare you? " Rotimi stood up from the bed and walked towards her. They both stood inches apart, and if they were given the opportunity, they would have hurt each other.

"I am not here for you, Rotimi." Amanda walked away from him. "Have you signed the papers yet?" She questioned

"Someone almost died and you are talking about paper. What kind of person are you? " Rotimi shouted at her. I could see the veins on his neck popping out. He was furious at Amanda, and I knew I had to do something to stop the argument.

"Rotimi!" I called out his name. "You need to calm down and let's settle this," I begged him. Another wave of a headache hit me, and it made my ears ring. "Ahh!" I yelled and covered my ears.

"Loukas!" Rotimi rushed to my side and lifted me from the bed. He laid my head on his legs and massaged my head.

"It's nice to see you being babied, but I need those papers right now!" Amanda demanded.

"I threw the papers out. They are probably in the trash now. " Rotimi answered her.

"Trash!" Amanda let out a deafening scream.

"Stop screaming!" I shouted at her because the noise was becoming unbearable. "I told him to throw it out," I said, and she opened her mouth in surprise.

Yes, I ordered Rotimi to throw them out because I decided on my life after listening to Rotimi. Giving up was not going to solve anything but only bring more pain. I was willing to get better and take back all I had lost.

"How dare you go against me, you useless thing?" Amanda chuckled as she called me names. "You said you'd kill yourself and sign the papers. That's the agreement, Lou. "

Rotimi tried to say something, but I placed a hand on his leg and shook my head as a sign that he should keep quiet. "I have decided to change my mind, Amanda. I am not signing the paper because I have decided to make myself known to the company. " The news caused Amanda to choke on her breath.

She coughed, and when she recovered, she burst into laughter. I expected her to do that because she never believed I was going to change my mind. "You!" She pointed at me in disgust. "You can't even move properly." She pointed out.

I know that already. "That's why I'm going to get better," I said with a smile.

I whispered to Rotimi that I was fine and he gently placed my head on the soft pillow on my bed. "Is that why you are leaving the hospital? You want to come to the company? "

I looked at Rotimi, who nodded at me. He was behind my discharge because he talked about a big surprise. "Yes, Amanda. I have decided to leave the hospital. "

"What the hell? You are nothing, Loukas. Your brother had been working effortlessly while your paralyzed self did nothing. You have no right in that company. "

"Enough Amanda! I think you are forgetting something about the real owner of the designs and the company. It is me, Loukas Whitemore. Everything in that company belongs to me! " I stated that she could know her place.

"We can talk this over, Lou," she said with a soft tone. She sat on the bed and tried to touch me, but I raised my hand to stop her. "Why are you changing your mind? You have hemiplegia and you are useless without your full body. "

"I'm not completely useless, Amanda, and I'm going to get better."

"Really?" She burst into laughter and slapped her hand on the bed. "You already gave up on getting better. What changed you? "

"Someone changed me," I said, remembering the girl who had saved my life. Because she gave me a chance at living, I was ready to risk it all for her.

"Wake up from your dreams, Loukas. I'm going to make sure you don't get better because my son deserves that company. "

"I think that's enough, Amanda." You may leave now. Loukas needs his rest." Rotimi pointed to the door.

"This isn't over. I'll be back and I hope you'll have come to your senses by then. " Amanda said as she stood up from the bed.

"I've already decided, Amanda."

"Very well, then. Let's look at your change of mind, which I'm sure you'll regret. " She shouted and walked out of the room.

"Why didn't you tell me that I was getting discharged from the hospital?" I questioned Rotimi.

"Because," Rotimi paused and walked towards the room's entrance. "I think....." He tried to walk out, but I stopped him.

"Rotimi!" I shouted his name.

Rotimi covered his ears and then started laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I demanded.

"It's good to see you standing up to Amanda." Rotimi clapped his hands while I rolled my eyes at him. "You've spent a long time in this hospital, and it's time to leave. I heard about you getting better. Should I call Hillary? "

My eyes almost popped out at the mention of her name. The mention of her name gave me goosebumps. A girl I don't even recognize is making my heart flutter like a teenager. "Don't call her. I was just joking with Amanda. "

"Oops!" Rotimi covered his mouth. "My bad. I already called her. " He announced and ran out of the room before I could say anything.

"Rotimi!" I shouted, but deep down, I wanted to be better and take back everything that I owned.