“Lisa” I heard a distant low voice say. I felt so groggy and my head was pounding. As I opened my eyes, everything seemed so blurry at first and for a moment I wasn’t sure where I was. Then I remembered everything that occurred before I passed out.
“Are you ok?” someone asked as I turned to the direction of the voice. Standing next to my hospital bed was a young nurse with a real bad blonde hair dye. I mean if you’re going to go blonde, get it done right! She was alright looking though but those nurse clothes did her body no justice. I could barely make out her name as I struggled to read her name tag. After my eyes adjusted to the poor dim lights, I was finally able to read her name. Her name tag read, Jasmine Connor.
“I feel like I have a hangover,” I murmured.
“No, really, you think?!” I retorted.
“Do you want to see your brother? Your mother is still in intensive care.” Jasmine smiled.
“I can’t handle people right now. I need to rest,” I muttered.
“Ok, is there anything you need?” Jasmine asked.
“No, thank you. You may go.” I replied. She smiled at me and I watched her leave my room. Essentially, all I wanted to do was lose myself in oblivion. If only I could slip away but my dreams are prone to project black and white images of the disaster that is my life. No amount of money can fix the troubles of a dysfunctional family; it is like living in a strange world. Longing to catch some sleep but with no avail because father abruptly burst into the room.
“How’s my princess?” Father uttered.
“A bloody mess” I smiled.
“Are you ok? How’s your mother?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine but mother is still in intensive care,” I replied.
“What happened?” Father inquired.
“She passed out due to excessive exercising with an empty stomach,” I quickly replied. It wasn’t the whole truth but I couldn’t actually tell him everything. It wasn’t my place to say. Mother would have to tell him but it was highly doubtful that she would. She would get an abortion behind his back rather than own up to her indiscretions. Mother was never one to take responsibility for her actions; she always took the easy way out.
“So how is the food here? You want me to bring you something?” Father suddenly asked interrupting my thoughts.
“I haven’t eaten anything, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Don’t really feel like eating anything, though,” I replied.
“Ok, princess,” Father smiled. He stayed a few hours with me then went to check on mom. James came in to check on me and told me mother was awake now. Dr. Daniels gave me a quick check-up around 7:30 then said it was ok for me to go home, if I wished to go. There was no way I was going home until I found out who was the father of the baby my mother was carrying. I slipped into her room and saw father sitting besides her holding her hand. They were looking into each other’s eyes so lovingly. What great actors are my parents? I thought to myself. I made up some wild request for California rolls from Yung Shi Delicacy, which is the most luxurious sushi restaurant in Malibu. There is a two year waiting list to even get a table there but father is friends with the owner so he gets access anytime. Of course, father would jump and go just to please his princess. After he left, I gave mother a stern look.
“It’s not Quinn’s,” mother said in a low voice.
“Whose is it, then,” I demanded.
“Mark Beyer’s” mother answered.
“What?!” someone screamed and we both turned to see James by the door. Oh, no, I thought. Mom, how could you?
“You slept with my boyfriend!” James stormed in yelling at mom.
“Your boyfriend?!” mother screamed. I saw the color drain from James face as he realized what he had just done. There was no coming back from this; what was done was done.
“I hate you!” James cried out as he turned and ran crying out the door, while I sank to my knees as I saw my perfect life crumble.