I stretched out my arm wanting to reach for my jacket.

I barely managed to brush it with my fingertips. That man had to be an asshole, I couldn't hire a security system to protect him.

He would be so cheap.

There was no security, there was no one, he was stranded almost in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a road in front of the residence, the same one that was facing the sea, when driving along the road you could notice that small garden behind the metal bars.

"Come on wake up" I begged knowing that I was unconscious, I must be so unlucky. "Don't die" I pleaded so pitifully. "Don't die, don't do it"

The ambulance arrived within minutes.

When the paramedics arrived, I could barely manage to know that it had been minutes and not hours, I had felt an eternity with every second that passed. That wounded man could die and my fingerprints were in his hair, because it was impossible not to stroke his hair in search of making him wake up.

"Quickly" the squad leader removed the man above me and they ripped his shirt completely off giving him first aid. "Blood pressure monitors."

The area medics in emergency were so efficient.

"Get him on the stretcher" he ordered leading the group. I wiped away that fluid, which was still running down the corners of the corner of my eyes. "Quick, he needs an x-ray and investigate how much organ damage has occurred."

A nurse helped me up.

I managed to make out how he was being carried on the stretcher towards the ambulance parked in front of the residence, a group of three men carried him carrying him, I breathed through my mouth being unable to calm my breathing.

"Your husband will not die" at that moment I felt a sense of relief, having no idea how much that woman nurse had gotten right and preceded in her words. "I will help you, come with me."

I followed.

I ended up riding in the back of the ambulance.

I was a key witness to the two times they made him keep his signs barely stable, I felt like I was watching a terrifying scene, that team of emergency medics battling to keep the injured man alive.

The defibrillator was used a total of two times.

"Quickly," a nurse banged into the cab, signaling the driver to call for a line and get to the hospital as quickly as possible, as the patient was dying. The patient will not hold on any longer.

That wounded man was connected to an oxygen tube, they had opened a wound in his neck by inserting a tube, they had intervened because his lungs did not seem to be able to carry enough oxygen to the body, I saw how they opened him, risking a crossroad to rescue him.

The crimson was on the gloves and on the man's shirt.

"What's taking so long?" complained another nurse in frustration at not making it to the hospital.

"The patient is the priority" roared the leader towards his colleagues, the monitors kept indicating how difficult it was for that unknown man, he really could have died sooner. "He keeps dropping his heart rate "

"What?" the nurse who had pounded his fist on the ambulance cab, turned to the monitor checking.

He heard so clearly that ambulance horn was still blaring. The cars seemed not to be moving because of a car accident on the road.

The emergency doctors seemed distressed at what seemed to be the terrible outcome for the injured man.

It took them about half an hour to arrive.

"Quickly to the operating room."

"He has several internal damage" reported the team leader in the ambulance.

I barely managed to understand that the ambulance had been stopped, that we were in the In the parking lot area, an attending physician in the emergency area had arrived.

He told the emergency team to take him to the operating room.

I walked trembling over the ambulance, I was in the back of the ambulance. On my walk around I discovered that there was too much blood in the ambulance, I didn't know what I was supposed to do that place.

"Ma'am, don't move" a nurse stopped me as I tried to get out of the ambulance. "You feel dizzy."

I denied.

"You need to go get checked out."

He opened one of my eyes shining a small flashlight into it, I felt like I was suspended from reality, it looked like a mockery and that a nightmare.

"Follow the light."

I did as he instructed.

He helped by wiping the traces of blood on my jaw, discovering that those traces of blood did not belong to me.

"You need to do a check" ordered the nurse.

I could hardly understand that that place was not where I was supposed to be, I was not even his relative, I must have gone crazy wanting to jump the boundaries of that barrier and enter that house.

I was taken by the nurse to the emergency room, they performed an excessive amount of medical checks, I did not resist. I followed every order the doctors gave me.

"Your husband will be fine."

I didn't know why they kept repeating it over and over again. That man who could barely move was not my husband, nodding vaguely I averted my gaze down a long hallway.

"He'll be out of surgery soon" the nurse who was helping me dress kept giving me words of comfort. "You must be a little groggy"

I didn't respond.

I knew that house, I used to drive by the road that was right across the street from the huge house in the 'WIN' area of 63rd Avenue in the city, there was no one who didn't know that place.

I knew it was a terrible idea.

Sitting in the waiting room I clenched my fists, that moment the anguish in my chest kept me tied to the seat, unable to leave. I pulled the air from my lungs in a long sigh that drew certain stares.

"Young man" I jumped in my place as I felt a hand on my shoulder, there was no turning back, a police officer was in front of me. "You must accompany us."

"Ah?"

I blurted out.

"We have a few questions for you" the officer indicated. I must have freaked out the moment my feet followed him so collaboratively.

That was the indication of a bad omen.

Seeing that barely visible scar on his neck made me think he must have had a bad time in the operating room, it must have been sad to wake up and not find a familiar face.

"Ready" Gael smiled with a huge smile on his lips, that man was impossible not to love, his beauty so unique made my heart pound. "It's still painful."

That cold look had been wiped away.

A hint of guilt glared through his eyes in an instant, same that was replaced by an expressionless face.

"Go show your ugly tears somewhere else" he spat at my resounding silence.

I closed my eyes.

A couple of tears fell, I opened them again, smiled slyly and seeing him squatting in front of me, without much thought I nudged my foot into his chest.

"No one asks for your disgusting kindness" I replied, he fell down sitting on the floor.

"Oh!" he feigned astonishment. "You are good at theater, have you ever thought of being an actress" his voice full of derision, made me raise my chin.

"You want to be corrected."

"A college girl wants to correct me" he dropped completely on the floor, stretched out in front of the bed, a laugh reached my ears so melodically. "It's impossible"

"Do I look like a joke?" furrowing my brow I pinned my eyes on that businessman. "Sir."

"Huh?" Gael noticed my sarcasm, his laughter stopped and for an instant I hated myself, he sat on the floor again. "Can't you be a little more generous, I've been kind..."

"And I should repay you?" I rolled my eyes.

"You will."

Gael looked interested.

"I think there's something wrong with your head" I cut off abruptly whatever gibberish was coming out of his mouth, Gael smiled as he got up from the floor.

"It might be guilt" he mumbled, I would have thought I imagined it but for the overwhelming silence, barely our voices could be heard in the huge residence.

"Now I have to wear some cuts on my thighs" I complained. "You want recognition for that too" I faced him without taking my eyes from his.

He was such an attractive man.

Gael smiled.

Gael disappeared for long hours.

He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.

I went down to the kitchen.

I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.

I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.

In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room.

"The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair.

However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.

When I took a step I slipped.

"Fuck" I cried out gasping.

A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.

Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against my torso. Water had trickled under the table reaching this side of the dining room, glass had scattered in several directions as the vase shattered. Gasping I waddled a bit, moving away from the mess.

I dropped to the floor, rolling over my own body, I was fighting the pain, barely managing to sit up only to find that everything was getting worse. I had a wound on my lower leg, as I went agates there was another piece of glass that tore my skin, I was bleeding too much.

Without thinking with my bare hands I removed the glass on the sole of my foot, which was the worst stupid thing I did up to that point, there was too much crimson bathing my foot.

I blindly searched through my clothes for my cell phone, wanting to dial Gael's number.

"I have to find..." at that instant like a bolt of lightning went through my head, the truth I didn't have Gael's phone number.

I had never had his number.

I scrolled through my contacts dialing a number, the one that undoubtedly wouldn't ignore me.

"I... you can come over."

"What's wrong?" his voice altered in seconds barely catching mine, it would be so terrible my speaking.

"I need you to come to the address..." I indicated the address almost on the edge, that unbearable pain was taking away the lucidity of my senses, I thought I would bleed to death at that moment the call was hung up.

I don't know how long it took before someone knocked on the door, I walked with my slow gait until I attended to the person behind the door.

"Alisha" her voice came out as a whisper as my eyes momentarily closed. "What happened?"

Louis carried me into the bedroom.

I blinked wanting to end that numbing feeling covering my body, I felt the ceiling was moving slightly.

"Was it him?"

"No" I answered without hesitation.

Louis cleaned my wound, applied his knowledge of medicine to deal with the mess I had ended up accidentally causing.

"You need to get some rest."

"I'm fine" I stood up a little but he stopped me. I had known him for so long. "It's just a small wound"

"I stitched some stitches in the 'small' wound" Louis forced me to lie down on the bed, staying on the edge, he knew I was scared because of the wounds and blood loss. "I also applied antibiotics to stop the infection."

"Overdoing it is..."

"Shut up" he ordered me.

I slept for a few minutes.

"I must go" he informed in his whisper over my ear, causing me to startle and react in alarm. "Remember to take medication to prevent infection."

"I'll take you to the door"

"That's not necessary" she declined.

"It's the least I can do" knowing how stubborn I could be, he simply relented letting me lead him to the door. "Thank you" I mused in farewell as I opened the door to the front entrance.

Louis didn't understand why she was protecting the creepy man she has married, they have a few days together, he understood why she went to him, he knew she didn't think it was wise to go to the hospital having only been married a few days. He has been her psychologist for years. He is very concerned about that young woman who could be suffering from domestic violence.

"You have to say whatever is going on" Louis insisted before walking out the door. "It's normal to be afraid, we can work it out."

Alisha smiled.

"I'm fine" she stated, trying to assuage that concern in her psychologist, Louis is important to her.

"Good" Louis nodded sympathetically before walking completely out the door, no sooner had he walked down the front step than he heard the sound of the door closing.

As he walked through the garden.

Louis noticed a car pull into the driveway of the residence, a young curly haired man got out of the car, Gael was coming home.

Louis pulled into the driveway of the residence observing the young Gael returning after hours of being away from home.

"You and Alisha just got married, you have no right to do that to her" the doctor reminded him in a neutral voice. He was really concerned that both of them are young they should be in a healthy relationship, not going to extremes.

Gael frowned.

"Does that concern you?" his guttural voice rose too high. "Who are you?" Gael faced the doctor.

Alisha who had put on a long dress to cover her wounds, upon hearing that voice belonging to the young householder, withdrew from the wood she was lying on and opened up.

"It's my cousin!" she rushed out and explained to young Williams. "He was just about to leave" as he arrived next to the doctor he gave him a slight push making him leave towards the road, it was true, they have lived for years in his grandparents' house. It's normal for her cousin to worry about her.

After making Louis leave.

Her cousin waved goodbye making his walk towards the station.

When Alisha turned, she noticed Gael's cold face.

"I know I'm not supposed to consider your house my home, you don't have to say it" Alisha hastened to emphasize, glaring at the young Williams.

Gael smiled coldly.

"Why did you have him come?"

Alisha hesitated.

Without waiting for her to answer Gael continued.

"I am the owner of this house, and only I can invite guests to my home," he said impatiently. "You must be a competent temporary guest."

"I know" Alisha admitted. "You have to be a pain in the neck all the damn time."

Sure, she would accept that she is a guest in that beautiful house full of luxuries but she would not allow herself to be implicitly called incompetent. He had to know his place.

Gael downplayed it by pinning his gaze on that attire of his wife's.

"What? That's how you go out to receive your relatives" Gael observed that ugly dress his not so perfect wife was wearing. "You can't do that right, you want to make them see that your 'husband' is mistreating you".

"You're not doing that already" she wouldn't bow to those spite-filled words, standing at a considerable distance it seemed they were locked in a corner with no way out.

Maybe it's that intimidating look that made her feel so small.