Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) 📕

"Are you okay? Is everyone okay?" I asked worried.

"Deus" he said not looking at me. My heart is pounding harder with the mention of his name.

"What's with him?" I am closely watching his lips waiting for the words to come out. His long pause almost gave means heart attack. What's taking him so long?

"He is in a car accident last night. He is so drunk and he drove to see you but he bumped his car in another fast-approaching car. He is in the hospital right now" I gasped and my hand is in my mouth. My body went rigid and I am feeling so weak with the news

"Oh my gosh! What is he thinking! How is his condition?" I hold my chest and my tears starts to form in my eyes. The emotion is too heavy. I lean in the wall for support because it feels like I will lose my balance and fall on the ground anytime now.

"Of course, he is far from okay. He is luckily conscious but his body is in a worst state. He broke both of his legs and needed some operations to recover. His head also had a lot of stitches because the air bag failed to deploy on time. He is already awake and keeps asking for you. My mom is calling you but your phone is off. She begged me to look for you and ask you to be with him. Please Ellie can you go and see him? He is so damn whipped by you that even though it will risk his life he will still stand up and look for you."

Tres hold my hand begging and that crushed my heart. I might hate Deus right now but a part of me wanted to go and see him specially that he needs me now.

"I'll go. You guys don't have to beg for me to do so. I will just talk to my grandma and wait for me here." I run back to mama and say that I need to go to the hospital because my boyfriend is there. I apologized and she keeps saying that it's fine. She offered us a ride but I declined knowing that Tres comes with his car.

"Can you go home alone?" I asked and she pointed her bodyguards. I am glad we are with them or else I will feel bad to leave her alone. "I will make it up to you some other time" I hug her goodbye

"No worries sweetheart. You take care and I will pray for him" I waved at her as I run outside. Tres already get his car and I immediately get inside.

On the way to the hospital, I can't stop crying. I am so worried for him. If I knew that not talking to him will end up like this, I should have at least let him see me even once.

"I'm sorry" Tres suddenly apologize and I look at him asking why

"He hurt you. He breaks you. I know how heavy is that for you to carry. Seeing him will be hard for you at this time because the wounds in your heart are still fresh and bleeding but here you are willing to put aside the agony just to help him feel better. I'm sorry for we are being selfish. We needed you to calm and comfort him when we didn't do anything to reach out for you when you are hurting. I'm sorry" he said and I feel the sincerity

"You are there for me remember? And it's not being selfish. Besides I know your family is always there for me." I suddenly miss them. We all don't want this to happen. No one is at fault.

When we arrived at the hospital, I suddenly felt so afraid. Afraid for him and his life. I am taking slow steps making myself ready to see him. It's been a week and I never expect to see him in this place and with the worst situation he is right now.

Tres is silent as me. He guides me to a private room. He looks at me before opening the door

"Are you okay? Ready to see him?" he asked while holding the door knob. I take a deep breath and nod. There no such perfect timing for this. No matter what kind of preparation, I know that I will never be prepared for this.

He twists the knob and he let me enter the room first. I feel so distraught when I finally get a sight of him on the hospital bed. He is asleep. He got a lot of bandages in his body and head. Both of his feet are in cast. My tear runs down my face.

Damn Deus.

I get close to him and I see his bruises and wounds. His face looks so restless. I can see that he is not really taking care of his self this past week. He grows his facial hairs and he looks like he lost weight. I hold his hand and kiss it.

"I'm here" I whispered.

"I'm glad he finally dozes off. These past few days he admitted that he is having a hard time sleeping." Tres stay behind me looking at his brother. I can see how he pitied him. He is just holding his tears.

I didn't expect him to be vulnerable. I gently touch his face and I was so careful not to hurt him. I stare at his face. He still looks so handsome. I miss looking at him closely.

"I'm sorry" I whispered to him as I am trying to not making any sound as I cry hard.

I wanted to curse at life and our fate. We didn't deserve this. I just want to be happy.

Happy with him.

Is that too much to ask?

Everything has its equivalent exchange.

My happiness will shatter someone else’s happiness. I wish I can be selfish. I wish I can be heartless not to consider Zaylee but I have heart. I grew up not having anyone and if there is someone who wanted every child in this world to be happy. That's me.