A lie in the church episode 27

🌹A lie in
The church ⛪️

( 💝Love and lie 😔)

BY XONA_2018

_Full book INFO_

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💘 chapter 27💘

“She is waking up.”
I heard from beside me as I tried to open my eyes.

“Chloe?”
Someone called, taking my hand. It felt rough.

My vision was still blurry and my head was pounding at the back.

“Chloe?”
I closed my eyes and opened it again, Adrian’s grey eyes stared at me with relief.

“Adrian?”

“Oh my…Chloe.”
Karen’s voice came from behind him, she moved closer and hugged me.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”
She said when she pulled away.

“How do you feel?” He asked staring at my face like he didn’t recognize me.

“Funny.”

“I will call the Doctor.”
He gave my hand a squeeze and left.

I took in my surrounding, there was another patient at my left.
I looked down at the blue hospital gown, I never thought I’d wear this.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath as I recalled what happened.

“Where is Tristan?”
I asked with my eyes still closed, I waited for an answer but got none.

I opened my eyes and gave Karen a questioning look, she looked uncomfortable.

The door opened when I opened my mouth to ask again. Adrian walked in with a male Doctor, the Doctor smiled at me as he got closer.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Micheal.”

“Hi,” I mumbled.

“How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.”

“Anything else?”

“No.”

“Okay Miss, I will need you to cooperate with me.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“How many fingers do you see?”

“Three.”
I hated this, it felt so childish.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”
I almost rolled my eyes at him.

“How many do you see now?”

“Two.”
I replied with a bored look.

He took a glance at Adrian and Karen, they all shared a weird look.

“What?”
I asked feeling left out.

“We are going to keep you here for some days to make sure there’s no brain injury.”

“How many days?”
I mumbled.

“Four or five. Have a nice day, Miss.”
He gave my shoulder a light squeeze and left with his wide smile.

“Is it that bad?”
I asked, looking at them with a frown.

“I’m sure you’ll be out of here at the end of this week.”
Karen said with a broad smile.

“I hope so.”
I took a glance at my roommate, it was an old lady with a broken leg that was hung up, she was still sleeping.

“Where is Tri…”

“We’ll be right back, let’s get you something to eat.”
Adrian cut me off, he took Karen’s hand and I watched them leave.

They were avoiding the question, smart.

I felt a strong urge to pee, I got down from the bed. I rolled the pole where the IV was hanging as I walked to the bathroom.

I did my business and decided to rinse my face, I walked to the small mirror hanging above the washbasin.

I gasped when I saw the person staring at me in the mirror, the left side of my face was covered in bruises and small cuts which had band-aids over it.

The small cut in the middle of my left eyebrow caught my attention the most, did the bedlamp break on my face?

I shook my head and took a deep breath, it wasn’t his fault. I rinsed my face and returned to the room, I wanted to make a call but I didn’t have my phone.

Adrian and Karen arrived with takeout. I sat up in bed and watched them set everything in front of me.

“Bon Appetit.”
Karen said and stepped back.

I stared at the food in front of me and looked back at them.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
Adrian asked.

“Or do you want me to feed you?”
Karen asked. They both looked confused.

“Where is Tristan? And don’t lie to me.”

“He is okay, he’s somewhere safe.”

“Somewhere safe? Where?”

He gr0-ned taking a glance at Karen.

“He was taken to the rehab.”

“What? Are you sure he….”

“We can talk about this later, eat.”
He cut in with a serious tone.

I ate the food with no appetite, my roommate was already awake but she stayed quiet.

Karen packed everything when I was done. I turned my attention to Adrian when she was done.

“He is receiving treatment, he will be fine.”

“He didn’t mean to hurt you; when he realized what he had done he went crazy. He called me and we called for help”

“Well, I hope he gets better.”
I said.

“Sorry we have to leave but we’ll be back in the evening.”

“It’s okay, thanks for being here.”
They both gave me a hug and left.

∆
Mrs. Sanchester and Nana came to see me the next day. I felt sad when she broke down, apologizing for what happened.

They stayed the whole day and left when it was almost midnight.

The next three days in the hospital was boring, my roommate didn’t like me for a reason only known to her.

I asked if I could speak to Tristan but I was told he didn’t want to talk to me and they all agreed it was better for him not to contact me since he was still being treated.

I was so happy when I was informed I was getting discharged the next day.

It was my last day and Vina promised to visit. She arrived with my favourite milkshake.

Morris took me home after I got discharged, he kept looking at me with pity.

“If you need anything, Miss Simpson, I’m here.”
He told me when we entered the house.

The house felt so empty as I climbed the stairs, I wondered how long he was going to be at rehab.

I entered my room and took a proper bath. I wore Burgundy leggings and white singlet.
I sat on the floor in front of the transparent wall. I stared at the pool recalling the night I showed him the scar on my back.

Tristan might be a cold person but he was better than all the guys I dated, he didn’t hurt me on purpose, he was trying to be a better person even with his PTSD.

I left my room after some hours and I found myself in his room, his furniture was replaced and the room looked new.

I laid on his bed and closed my eyes.

“It’s not your fault.”
I whispered and tried to catch some sleep.

∆
It’s been seven weeks in the house without Tristan, I stayed in my room keeping myself busy with school work.

My phone rang, I knew it was Vina as I tapped the answer button.

“Hey.”
I said tiredly.

“Chloe.”
My heartbeat paused.

“Dad?”

“Can we meet?”

“Meet?…Yes…where?”

“I will text you the address.”

“Okay.”
A big smile decorated my face as I changed into black jeans and a peplum top.

I was too excited to bother about his reason for wanting to see me.

We were meeting at his favourite restaurant.

I arrived before my dad, I took a seat and waited outside. I felt nervous all of a sudden. I really missed my family, it’s been five months since I last saw them.

I didn’t know his reason for the sudden meeting, was I suppose to be excited or angry?

I know they kicked me out and I should be mad at them for not believing me but I wanted to see him. After everything that has happened, it just made me realize if I ever did something disgraceful to my family, they’d abandon but without blinking.

But my dad was coming to see me today, maybe something happened at home. I was glad he was coming cause even if all these were true, he still loved me and wanted to see me.

“Chloe?”
I heard my dad’s voice from behind, I stood up and faced.

“Hi, dad.”
I forced a smile.

“You look taller.”
He said staring at me from my head down to my feet.

“It’s been five months, ” I felt angry all of a sudden.

“Let’s sit, please.”

We took our seats and ordered different drinks. I was disappointed my mom and sister didn’t come, not like I expected them to.

“How are you?” He asked.

“How do I look?”

“Happy and healthy. Better than I expected.”

“I’m happy, I am.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“How is Ciara?”

“She was offered a job in Seattle, so she left”

“Wow, and she didn’t tell me, how long?”

“Last month.”

“What about mom?”

“She is doing okay, she misses you.”
I knew that was a lie.

“Sure,” I forced a smile, not like any of this was true.

“How is….uhm..the baby and your…..your boyfriend?”

“I had a miscarriage.”
No one would buy the lie anymore.

“Ohh, I’m so sorry about that. How are you holding up?”

“It’s been a month, I’m better.”

“I…I didn’t know.”

“Please, no one else should know. We don’t want it getting out.”

“Okay. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I won’t. Tell mom I’m still alive.”
I told him and stood up to leave.

:°•

I was exhausted when I got home, I stretched after taking off my sneakers.

I heard a noise from the kitchen, Morris must be making dinner.
I felt dehydrated from today’s sun, I dropped my bag and walked to the kitchen.

“Hey, Morris.”
I said opening the fridge.

I took one bottle of water and faced him with a wide smile but my smile fell when I saw Tristan staring at me.

His stubble was now replaced with a beard, he gave me a small smile, guilt was evident in his eyes.

“I know you hate me now for…”

“Shut up.”
I cut in and walked to where he was, I wrapped my arms around him welcoming the familiar scent that filled my nose.

“I’m glad you’re back and I don’t hate you.”

“I’m so sorry, Cassie.”
He whispered and k!$sed my head, he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me.

“I’m sorry.”
He said again.

We stayed quiet not pulling away, I really missed him.

“Are you hungry?”
I asked when we separated.

“I’m a horrible person. I shouldn’t have, I should have….”

“Tristan, it’s okay.”

“No, none of this is okay. I fu*king hit you with a lamp. How is that okay?”

“Yes you did but you were not yourself. Trust me, I’m so mad at you for targetting my face.”
I said trying to make him laugh but it didn’t work.

“I have never hit a lady, Cassie. This is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I…”

“I can cook pasta now. Morris taught me.”
I cut in moving closer to stand beside him. I flashed him a smile as I brought out the spices.

“We need to talk, Cassie.”

“I know but I’m sick of the guilt speech. I feel awful too Tristan, for not doing enough to help.”

“You have no idea how much your presence in this house means to me.”
He said with a sad smile, I smiled back.

Everyone deserved a chance. I had faith that he was going to get better and I wanna be here to help.

He was human and he had flaws like everyone else, and he never intended to hurt me.

“I could teach you how to make my Nana’s favourite food.”
He offered.

“Okay, I’m in.”
I said with a clap.

I realized he was still staring at me, I smiled at him and reached for the frying pan behind him. He took my arm and pulled me closer, he k!$sed me softly before pulling away.

“Thanks for staying.”

“Thanks for not killing me.”
I said jokingly.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s fine, shall we?”
It was best to bury that memory.

“Sure.”

“When did you get here?”

“Last night?”

“Wait, what?”

“You were already sleeping and you looked so tired, you were gone before I left my room this morning.”

“My dad called, he wanted to see me.”
He looked tense.

“I told him I had a miscarriage.”
I expected him to be upset but he laughed instead.

“We should make that official.”

“What about your mom?”

“I will tell her the truth.”

Tbc…