An Italian's Escort Lover novel Chapter 28

Phoebe Point of View

Such Irony!

When I wanted to live, fate made sure I suffer while I live and now that I want to die, fate again made sure to keep me alive and give me death every moment.

The severe ache in my head is a proof to me that I'm still breathing and fine but the darkness evolved was hard to fade away. I tried to open my eyes from the deafening slumber but my unnaturally warm body is aching a lot resulting in heaviness.

What happened? I don't clearly remember.

The last I remember was drenching in cold rain, after that I'm blank. For a moment I thought I was dead and was being shipped to hell but the body ache confirmed me that I'm somewhere alive though not well but still alive.

I can feel soft clothes around myself and tugged in warm duvet which should be making me feel good but the life experience I had taught me that something which feels good is usually bad for me.

I heard few faint murmurs around me but my still hazed mind couldn't comprehend who they and what they are talking.

Drooping into another oblivious sleep for don't know hours or days, the next time my consciousness returned was when I was able to tear my eyes open. Lights was gushing through the windows freely without any hindrance and so was cool breeze.

That was when I noticed the surroundings I was in. It was a large room with a double post bed so soft and fluffy. There are large French windows in the room and was equipped with a large TV.

Where am I?

My throat parched with the last of fluids and coughs continuously hit me hard again and again. It was very painful to cough with a dry throat but there was no water anywhere in the room.

"I see you are finally awake, child." I heard someone speaking. Leaning the back of bedpost, I slowly lifted my head up to see who it was with the little energy I seem to have.

Before I could see the face of the person, I was given a glass of water which I'm craving for. Without a second thought, I drank it thirstily in a second and sighed in relief when my throat felt better. And once I looked up to see the person who possible took me, I was shocked to see the old woman from the other day who came to ask why I was alone.

"Thank You." I rasped out, coughing a little.

So she must be the one who brought me here. But why did she do that? I thought I talked back to her a little rudely the other day!

"How are you feeling now?" She asked me walked towards the chair beside the bed and sat there. She looked very young and energetic despite of her age.

"Better, thank you." I answered in a meek voice. Somehow I felt ashamed of talking to her when I remember how I left her stranded the other day.

"Good. You were not well when I took you in. It took the doctor four days to get the fever down plus you were in a semi coma state for a week later on." I nodded my head surprised at how long I was out of consciousness.

But then, I think my body is a little better with the amount of rest and care I had all these days.

"Thank you, ma'am" I said and tried to stand up and walk out, not wanting to impose on her anymore than I already am.

"Sit down young lady. I don't take disrespect lightly, might I tell you." I heard her stern voice order me and my body acted accordingly without my permission.

I sat down on the bed and bowed my head down trying to avoid eye contact with her. I can tell she is a good woman but with lot of power. Her posture, her eyes, the way she spoke commandingly, it was all the evidence I needed to come to a conclusion that she is not an ordinary woman.

"Good. Your dinner will be here in few minutes. Now that we are alone and here, I would like to know what you were doing alone in the old barn." She asked me. She looked me like a strict mother who is waiting for one slip from her child and she would get an earful.

"I –"

"I don't like hearing lies, girl. So better tell me truth." I gulped audibly when I looked at her staring at me sternly. I was about to tell her some story because she is a stranger and I don't think I can trust anyone so soon after what had happened to me; but guess her experience could already tell that I was about to lie.