They need me...
I hurriedly pulled off the things on my hands after the nurse came out and ran like some crazy girl who was trying to run away from the mental hospital—this was still a hospital though. And I hate hospitals! I don't wanna be here anymore!
They want me... Aren't they?
I was busy thinking about how could go out of the hospital when I didn't notice the rock in front of me. Before I could even jump out of it, I stumbled and already lost my balance. "Argh! Shit!" I groaned. But I had to endure the pain when I heard the guards whistling behind me.
When I finally reached the exit, the darkness welcomed me. There was no one outside and I could only see a few cars and cabs passing by on the road. I immediately hid behind one of the cars parked outside when I heard the guards running and talking. I took a peek and they were not there anymore. I heavily sighed and slowly walked. For a moment, I forgot that I shouldn't be roaming around with this outfit and stated that I could be recognized at any time. But it snapped me up when I saw a car with a man sneaking his heat out of the window while holding a cellphone.
Fuck! Shit! He's not recording me, is he? He's not taking pictures of me, is he? Fuck!
Fear immediately crept into my body. My grip on my hospital gown tightened as he put down the cellphone and smirked at me. The other man beside him then started the engine and maneuvered it quickly, leaving me hanging. I was too stunned to move despite how I wanted so bad to get out of here.
But my feet automatically moved and was about to run when I heard the guards whistling again but an idea popped into my mind. Shit! This will be so embarrassing but this is the only way I know I could get away from here.
I bowed my head and it was the perfect timing that my hair wasn't tied up that definitely fit my role for tonight. I secretly smirked before slowly turning my body around as I hear the guards coming near me. I fiercely looked at them and they were stunned when they saw me.
"I want to go home..." I said without moving my lips which was one of the skills I learned when I was still performing in the theatre. It took me 2 months before I finally mastered it 'cause it's really hard!
Their eyes widened and trembled. And to finish my show, I slowly walked with my head tilted like a white lady in a horror movie. They immediately stepped back and some of them ran but some were too stunned so one of them didn't have a choice but to pull the others out and ran together.
When they completely vanished from my sight, I sighed and massaged my mouth. It was a few words but it already freaking hurts! Maybe because it's been a long time since I did that? Whatever.
I continued walking and I made sure that my hair is covering my face so I won't be recognized by anyone. But I suddenly got bumped into a guy. I didn't look up, scared that he could recognize me. But when I was about to walk past him, he held my elbow which stopped me from walking away. Fear crawled into my system again but when he spoke, I immediately recognize it and my fear completely faded. "Miss Slap?"
I rolled my eyes and glared at him. "Can you stop calling me that? I have a name!"
"What's your name then?"
"Take a guess." I smirked and continued walking. He then followed and stopped in front of me, blocking my way. "Stay away from my sight or I'll kick your balls," I said with no emotion on my face. I'm not kidding, you little shit.
He swallowed hard and stepped back. "I-I'm sorry." Then he moved aside while scratching his temple.
I walked past him, silently thinking how could go home now. Fuck! I don't even know how to commute! And even if I do, I can't! Why did I end up in this situation?! I just wanna be at peace! Didn't I move out because of that? Because I wanted to live a peaceful life? But why the heck did this happen? Why did it turn out worse?!
If only I could turn back the time, I would change—
Being lost in thought, I didn't notice where was I heading which was the highway, and almost got bumped by a race car if I wasn't grabbed by someone by my wrist.
I felt like everything was in slow motion and the next thing I knew, I was already sitting on the ground because of the strong impact when he grabbed me while being hugged from behind by him.
"Oh, shit! Fuck! I'm sorry!" the guy who was hugging me muttered and immediately faced me to check if I had bruises or something who turned out to be—
"Briks..."
"Yes, it's me. Can you get up?" I hesitantly nodded and he carefully held my elbows to help me. I felt numb on my butt but I just shrugged it off. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first or do you want to go home now?" he asked, panicking and obviously nervous.
"I... I just wanna dress up properly," I whispered before I looked away and hugged myself, feeling embarrassed now that I'm just wearing a hospital gown while he was in a decent shirt, tucked in his navy blue jeans.
I heard him clear his throat and took his hands out of my elbows to dial someone on his phone. I looked at him but when I saw that he was also looking at me while talking to someone over the phone, I felt awkward and looked away again.
"Yes, please, in five minutes," then he hung up. "Can you wait at least five minutes?"
"Yeah."
After almost ten minutes, a car parked in front of us, and the valet went out. "I'm sorry for being late, sir. Something urgent just came up in the office."
"Why? What happened?" When Briks asked the guy, the guy whispered something on him so I looked away and moved a meter away from them to give them privacy. "Okay, you may go now." Then, a motorcycle, being driven by another man appeared and the valet rode with him. When they finally vanished from our sight, Briks glanced at me. "You may get in now and change your clothes. Don't worry, it is heavily tinted so no one even I will see you from here."
I nodded and secretly inspected the car and it is indeed heavily tinted so I got in to finally freaking change this freaking hospital gown. When I went inside, a lot of clothes were hung in there with different sizes; small and medium, and styles; casual and formal. I just picked the most comfortable ones and changed quickly.
It seems like he has something to do but put aside it for me but I don't really want to be a burden so maybe I'll just ask someone to help me co—oh, right. I'm a celebrity. I forgot about that again. Maybe I'll just have to swallow my pride for now?