Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 29

I wake up and find myself alone in bed. I heave a sigh. I just knew that it was all a dream. There was just no way Rowan would have slept with me on my bed. I don’t remember everything after I fell asleep at the hospital. I was pumped so full of drugs that I actually started to imagine things that weren’t real.

I get out of bed slowly, but I have to sit down when the room begins to spin. After a few minutes, I walk as carefully as I can to the bathroom and take a shower. I just wanted the overall smell of the hospital washed from my skin.

I had so much to do that I didn’t know where to start. I had no phone and neither did I have a car. The police told me that my phone got smashed when I hit the ground. I had a few weeks of leave from school but I needed to figure out my car situation before I got back to work.

By the time I’m done with dressing, my head was killing me.

'Fuck! I needed my pain meds.' I think to myself

I walk down stairs wondering how I was going to survive for the next couple of days. I was still weak and I could barely lift a finger without all my energy being drained.

Getting down stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself something simple for breakfast. At this point I just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe wake up after a century. Deciding it’s better for me to sit somewhere comfortable, I ditch the kitchen island and head to the living room instead.

Who knew head injuries took a lot out of you?

I eat my food which tasted like cardboard and take my meds. I was just about to lay down on the couch and take a nap when my doorbell rang.

I groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to stand up and walk to the door to open for whoever it is that’s on the other side. My legs felt like jelly and I was in no mood for visitors. I just wanted my damn sleep.

I consider ignoring it when the bell rings again. Would it be considered rude if I did that? I mean they could just assume that I was asleep and leave, right? That was hopeful thinking on my part because the next second, the bell rings again.

I curse a string and stand up to walk towards the door. I open it and I come face to face with a woman I've never seen standin on my porch. She was shockingly beautiful. Black hair, big green eyes, heart shaped face and full lips.

“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

I was sure any minute now my legs would give out and I would collapse on the floor.

I stare at her. I wanted to send her away but for some reason I couldn’t. I don’t know why but I trusted her and I just got this urge deep inside me to let her in.

“Fine, but if you turn out to be a killer I swear I will gut you like a chicken and I’ll dance all the way to my bedroom to take a nap” I tell her stepping aside to let her in.

“I like you already” she responds with a smile. “Do you need any help?” she asks when she sees me struggling.

I don’t mean to glare at her but I find myself doing it. “No!”

She raises her hand in surrender. “Okay”

I lead her to the living room where she takes a seat. I sigh in happiness when I plop down on the couch. My legs were shaking at this point and I felt like a new born baby gazelle. All unsteady and weak.

“So who are you and why are you here?” I was really curious.