His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

And my body slouches in distress. “How could it be?" I muttered firmly, preventing myself from speaking further. I glanced at Maura whose eyes raised in a questioning look. "Forget it!" I said and left the room. I felt my hand curl into a fist as anger roared through me. I wanted to scream, fight and run. Adrenaline rushed through my body as my heart was racing. Why the fuck I was angry hearing that news. She had never been anything to me. I had no right on her. She could fuck whoever she wanted. She can be with anyone fucking else. 

She is not fucking mine but still my heart…

I stopped walking and ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling sharply. “Fuck!” I hissed and flung my fist into a nearby wall. 

“Scott,” someone called me from behind me. I replaced my expression with neutral as I turned around to see Archie. “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to breathe some fresh air so I came here,” I said without looking at him. 

“I’m heading to the studio, wanna come with me? Mr. Black has been asking about you." 

“No, I'll stay with Maura.” 

“Okay.” He nodded and disappeared down the hallway. 

I turned around and stepped into the elevator. Suddenly my phone rang, making me groan in frustration. Fishing out my phone from my pocket I checked the unknown number on the screen. I was about to swipe the red button but then Camille popped into my head. It might be her. Swiping the green button, I pressed my cell phone against my ear and listened to the voice. 

“Scott…” I heard a familiar female voice. “It’s Rika…” 

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I drove straight to the address she gave me. My heart was throbbing, my hands were clammy and sweat trickled down my neck due to agitation. I couldn’t believe she woke up from the coma after eight fucking years. I had so many fucking questions running through my mind but I didn't have the answer to any of them. I felt strange inside. I didn't know why I was afraid to go there. I didn't want to meet her but my heart wanted to be there. I didn't know why she didn't call Camille instead.

Damn! The more I thought the less I knew. 

I pulled up in front of a small two-story house. Immediately a middle-aged man came out as if he had been waiting for me. I instantly recognized him. He was Rika's father. 

"Mr. Martinez…" his eyes lit up to see me there. "You have become such a prominent personality in the world." 

I ignored him and headed straight toward the house. I cringed as soon as I stepped inside. The stench of disinfectant and smoke drifted in the air. The wooden floor creaked under my shoes as I walked into the living room. I looked at Rika's mother in the kitchen, preparing coffee but she stopped working once her eyes landed on me. 

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped, shocked to see me. "You…you…" 

"Yeah, he is Scott Martinez," Mr. Cruz said with a huge smile. 

"Where is Rika?" 

Gloominess overtook Mrs. Cruz's face. "She just woke from a coma." 

"She called me," I said. 

"We knew that," she said, looking at her husband. When he nodded something at her she looked back at me. "She wanted to meet you." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Please don't tell her the bad news. It might impact her brain again." 

"And don't talk about Camille," Mr. Cruz said while leading me to Rika's room.

We entered the second room on the ground floor. My eyes took in the purple curtains, flowery ceiling, and dark hardwood flooring of the room. That room was different from the rest of the house. Rika was lying on the bed, her eyes closed and an IV attached to her veins. There was also a monitor but it was disconnected from her since she came into her consciousness. The nurse's eyes widened in surprise when she saw me but she said nothing and walked out of the room.

"She wants to talk to you. She thinks Camille is living with you so she called you straight. She also tried to contact Camille but her contact number is no longer working." 

"Fortunately, mine is still working," I sneered, examining her. Rika looked unrecognizable to me. Her hair was golden and her skin was so white that it seemed like she had no blood in her body. I walked closer to her and looked down. I never liked her in high school but that day I felt sympathy for her in this situation. She has spent eight years on that bed. 

Suddenly, her eyes opened, and she stared directly at me. "Scott…" there was a surprise in her voice. "I thought you wouldn't come." I helped her to lean against the headboard. "Where is Camille?" She glanced past me to check, but there was no one there. "Where is she, Scott?" 

"She is not with me," I said quietly, glancing at her parents who seemed uncertain. 

"I thought the two of you would be together for these eight years. I also thought that you would have so many children. Do you know how much she loves you?" Rika smiled. How genuine she looked. "Did she tell you the truth?"

"What truth?" I frowned and Mr. Cruz squeezed my arm, clearing his throat. 

"Truth.." 

"Yeah, I know everything." I cut her off and glanced at Mrs. Cruz who seemed like she was shell shocked. 

Rika smiled. "Have you told her that I woke up from a coma? I tried to contact her but couldn't reach her." 

"I'll let her know." I ran my fingers through my hair in confusion. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "I gotta go now." 

Rika smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. I sighed and stepped up to her bed and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I promise I'll bring your friend next time with me." 

"Thanks, Scott." Tears gathered in her eyes. "Is she okay?"