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#diary of a b.i.t.c.h

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I regained consciousness in a comfy hospital bed. Sighing in grat.i.tude to whosoever it is that saved my stupid little a.s.s earlier, I called for a nurse but Papa rushed in instead. His eyes had dark circles like he's had sleepless nights, he still had the clothes he wore at the party on. That was the very first time I saw Papa in a disheveled and panicked state.

”Baby, you scared the s.h.i.+t out of me. Don't ever leave your Papa again OK?” He cried as he squeezed the life out of me. I had an amused smile on, Papa said something vulgar for the first time and thankfully, he arrived in time to save my dignity as well as my....my baby!

”Papa, what did the doctor say about my baby?” Worry clearly written on my face.

”Our baby seems to be a very strong one, she's totally fine.” I heaved a sigh of relief and my lips curved upwards in happiness. Rest a.s.sured that my baby wouldn't leave me no matter the circ.u.mstances.

However that smile didn't last long as the last person that I wanted to see barged into the ward. It was Henry!

”What is he doing here?” My voice shook in anger and frustration. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d was the reason why I had to go through a whole lot of hard time yesterday, and to think I actually wanted to confess to him that I care actually made me more frustrated.

”I came to–.'

” Get lost!” I barked very loudly, startling the nurse that came in to check my vital signs.

”Hear me out Vee, I–” He tried coming closer.

”Are you deaf?, I said get lost!, never show your disgusting double face to me ever again.” I didn't even try to control my fury, Papa rushed to my side and the nurse scampered out in fright. The d.i.c.k tried to coming even closer, which only multiplied my anger. I'm a very ill tempered person, but I hardly get provoked.

But this idiot didn't only provoke my wrath, he was also fueling it. I snapped of Papa's hold and start to throw whatever I could place my hands on at him. The doctor rushed in with male nurses to hold me down. If you had seen my blood shot eyes and crazy stance, coupled with the way the nurses cautiously approached me as a surgical pair of scissors was in my hands, you'd have the impression that they were dealing a mentally deranged patient. Apparently, everyone in the room was shocked, Papa was the only one that had the nerve to utter a word as the scissors was carefully s.n.a.t.c.hed from my hands and a syringe p.r.i.c.ked my skin.