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A new beginning away from the grip of hell... never felt so good.

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-Chapter 2 part 2---

"Look, who just woke up from the dead, enjoying the little show." The snitcher announced loudly to the other two in the room.

Fuck you, you little blabbermouth!

All three pairs of eyes were now on me. Having all of their attention on me. It made me slightly shift a little on the bed. Especially one pair of gray eyes that were scrutinizing me like a predator to its prey.

The strawberry-blond woman's blue eyes were wide. Like a deer caught in bright headlights. Her slim hand covered her mouth in complete shock, frozen there like a statue in place.

It seems like... I wasn't supposed to see that and that made the situation even more... how could I say this... super awkward. The tension in the small room felt like a storm waiting to emerge.

How am I getting out of this awkward situation? I slowly sit up on the bed. They all observe me carefully, as if I were a rare species that they have just discovered in the sea.

But thank God, the awkward moment didn't last too long. When a male doctor comes into the room -followed by two female nurses, interrupting us from this awfully awkward atmosphere.

Thank the Lord and baby Jesus.

"I see you are awake, young lady," he said, as I proceeded to nod my head to him with a tiny smile on my face.

"So are you guys her family members? "The doctor questions the three strangers in the small white room.

Curiously, I was waiting for their response too.

Why the hell were these people doing inside here?

Who the heck are they?

The strawberry-blond woman agrees. "Yes, she's my stepdaughter. Her father is not here right now because he's in court. So I'm here instead of him. " She softly smiles at the doctor.

"I see,..." The doctor and I took in the information. A good, warm feeling spread inside my entire body.

Finally, my father is coming to visit me.

I interrupted both of them. "And why is he in court, if I may ask?"

The strawberry blonde woman's blue eyes were now focused on me as she explained the situation with ease. Your father is getting full guardianship of you. The court discovered that your mother "was not capable of taking care of you anymore."

A small smile forms on my face." So that means... I don't have to go back to her ever again?"

"Yes, that's correct." She confirmed.

"Now back to what is more important. How do you feel, Emma? " The doctor asked me, as a bright smile was forming on his face, displaying to me his white straight teeth under this fluorescent soft glow that illuminated the small white room. While his brown eyes studied my every movement that seemed unusual or bizarre, the two nurses carefully took out the needles from my arms. And when they were finished, they went back to where the doctor stood.

I took a quick glance at the scene that was playing out in front of me.

One of the nurses was short with red hair. She looked like a newbie because of how she behaved in front of me.

Her face was lit up in joy, and a genuine white smile spread across her face. Her green eyes sparkled like a shooting star in the night. It's quite adorable, actually.

Unlike the other nurse who enjoys her job, this one looked like she would quit at any moment now. Her long blonde straight hair was in a sleek low ponytail. She forces a small smile to spread across her face. Her blue eyes had bags under them, as if she hadn't slept in weeks.

This woman looked like she needed a vacation, fast.

Both the nurses took in the sight of the guys in the room. It was like watching a reality TV show. The cute ginger turned scarlet red, while the other did the same.

Both of the guys looked so unbothered by the situation.

One of the guys didn't take his gray eyes off of me. while the other one that sat on a chair was texting away on his cell phone.

"Cute…." I mumble sarcastically at the scene.

"What was that I couldn't hear you, Emma?" The doctor was so oblivious to the situation, that it hurts.

How can't he not feel the tension in this suffocating small room?

"Oh yeah, I feel so much better, Doctor." I answered him, biting my bottom lip. Damn it, it feels like I haven't drunk a cup of water in years.

"Do you feel any pain in your rib cage or anywhere else, Emma?" He opens the medical files. He observed it for a slight moment, then fixed his dark gaze back on me, again.

"Well... I do feel a slight pain in my ribcage and a little bit in my head. But for some reason, my left ankle hurts more."

" It looks like you sprained your left ankle when you fell down those flights of stairs, Emma.

I would recommend you not put too much pressure on that ankle. And the other two things will take a while to heal.

Okay then, Emma, you must take it easy until your wounds recover, " He raises his right eyebrow at me, just waiting for my reply. All I can do is nod.

"Fine, you're going to be discharged today from the hospital. We will give you antibiotics and you must drink them to get better. Okay? " I nodded my head again.

Then he and the two nurses left the room, leaving me alone again with the three strangers.

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It has been a few minutes now since my new stepmother brought me a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeve t-shirt in a black leather backpack.

The leathery faint smell attached to it lingered in the air, ... is as if she just brought this backpack, today.

I quickly... more like taking 'my-sweet-ass-time ' dressing into the clothes on the mattress, while all three of them waited outside the room for me.

When I finished changing into these soft clothes. One of the brothers comes into the room with a wheelchair.

My new stepmother was now conversing with the doctor in the long white corridor.

While I sat in a wheelchair waiting to get out of here, my eyes wandered around the place, observing some youngsters from different ages running around while others settled comfortably on the white shiny floor in little groups, giggling about something as they played with little toys.

Their parents chatted amongst each other, while some were a little too absorbed by their lit-up phone screens to tell their kids to stay still.

Doctors and nurses were coming and going to places with urgency as they smoothly averted people with ease.

Moody was the one pushing my wheelchair. While the other one, Snitch, followed along, still texting on his damn phone.

Both of the guys were identical twins, but so different from each other. Both are massive in height and are built like athletes.

One had slightly darker hair than the other. Strangely, they even have their eye color so different from each other. Moody's eyes were light gray, while the other one was the darkest shade of brown.

Moody had dark, soft hair in a taper fade and side-swept length framing his face. While the other one had straight yet short-layered strawberry blond hair just like his mother's hair color... It's weird.

Both of them had strong jawlines that complimented their nice straight noses and fully defined lips. If they ever wanted to be one, these twins could be models or movie stars. But could their personalities match their looks? Let's just wait and see.

Not everything that seems good is good. Some products come with internal malfunctions.

After a few minutes of lingering in the long white corridors, Mr. Moody and I were now outside, alone.

The snitcher went with his mother to get my medications. That the doctor prescribed for me to take to help me recover sooner.

She tells us to go to the car and wait for them there... But a ping in the pit of my stomach tells me that something really bad is going to happen.

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