THREE

~CLAIR~

Life was unbearable for the remaining week. Today was Friday and I was ready to end my work for today.

I walk into ward 109 and see Hailey sitting on her bed reading a novel. "Hey baby", I coo and she raises her head with a smile. "Hi, C-Clair", she stutters waving at me with a smile. Her smiling also made me smile.

Hailey had improved in the past few days. Eating was still a little problem but at least she could drink anything liquid. "How was your nap?", I ask her. I sit beside her on her bed.

"It w-was n-nice. T-thank you f-for l-letting me t-take a w-walk around t-the hospital", she says and I chuckle. I kiss her on her forehead making her blush. "You're welcome baby girl. Are you hungry?", I ask her.

"I'm n-not t-that hungry", she says and I giggle. "What do you want?", I ask her. "J-just p-pie", she stutters. "I'll order your favorite", I tell her and her eyes beam with happiness.

Taking care of Hailey made me get close to her, now, I knew almost everything about her. Like her favorite color, favorite musician and other stuffs.

I ordered her an apple pie with ice cream toppings. "T-thank you C-Clair", she says and I smile at her.

"Clair?", she calls. "Hmm?", I hum in response as I check her heart monitor. "Will I ever a-achieve m-my d-dream?", she asks,

I turn to look at her and smile. She had a worried look on her face that made my heart clench. Yesterday when she talked about her favorite musician who unsurprisingly was Arianna Grande, she said she wanted to be a musician.

"Of course you will, Hailey", I tell her without missing a beat. "B-but I s-stutter", she says sadly. "Not all stuttering people stutter when they sing", I tell her and she looks at me.

"Are y-you s-sure?", she asks. "I'm very sure. Trust me", I tell her. She nods and hugs me and I hug her back. I just love how safe she feels around me.

After making sure she ate and drank enough water, I walked out of my room and walked to my office. Then I remembered that I left my document in my car. "Shit!", I curse as I turned around and walked to the elevator.

"Clair", I hear the annoying masculine voice call me as walk through the parking lot towards me car. I ignore him and continue walking. Then I felt a hand grab my waist and I slam into a hard body.

I glare at his face and tried pulling away but it didn't work. "Let me go you bitch!", I yell at him but he doesn't listen. Instead he presses my back on the hood of my car and grabs my thighs.

"Trevor don't do this, we're outside", I say. He chuckles and caresses my thigh. I swallow the lump inside of my throat as I see his eyes dilate with pleasure.

"You know how much I want you", he growls and I shake my head remembering what he did last time. "Trevor no, please no. I'm married now. Leave me alone", I say as I try to struggle free. He holds my waist pinning down and I cry as he strokes my inner thigh.

I don't want this at all.

"You're wet", he says. Oh God! Please help me.

"Just like last time", he chuckles and I cry when he slid his fingers inside me. "Trevor no", I plead but it fell on deaf ears. He continued to finger me and I continue to cry. Unfortunately for me, nobody was in the parking lot only us.

"You're meant to be for me", he says as he pumped me harder. I moaned in pain not in pleasure as he continued until my body began to shake. "Trevor please stop", I beg him breathlessly.

Then I came and he licked his fingers. Shame filled through me as I pushed him away and pulled down my gown. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I stood up. "Don't cry, you enjoyed just as I did", he says and I had the urge to slap him.

"Don't you dare touch me! Get away from me!", I scream at him. He chuckles and walks away. "By the way Clair, I had fun", he says over his shoulder.

I fall to my knees as sobs wrecked through me. "What have I done?", I sob as my tears fall to the ground.

~~

"I always knew you were a fucking whore", Alexia says as I walked into the living room. I frown in confusion. My body was tired and frustrated.

"Fucking someone in the parking lot was a low blow", she sneers while Matteo looked at me with an expressionless face.

"Excuse me?", I say confused. How the hell did they know? I thought-

"Oh shut it you dirty whore. You really are dirty. As young as you look, you're not even a virgin. Such a sad life", she says in a mocking way.

Tears stung my eyes as I ran out of the living room and out of the house. Sobs wrecked through me as I entered my car and drove out of the estate.

I don't know how long I've been driving but I knew I was tired and it was already getting dark. I was still crying and I don't want to go back home.

I pick up my phone and my fingers dialed a number. "Clair? Are you okay?", the worried voice of my best friend made me respond with sobs.

"Fuck!", she cursed. "What happened? Where are you?", she asks. "T-Trevor happened!", I cry out in agony. "Oh Clair, hush baby. Where are you?", she asks. "I don't know", I answer. "Are there any clues?", she asks.

I look out the window. "There's a signboard that says Marty's tattoos", I tell her. "Oh Marty, I'll be there in ten!", she exclaims and I mumble okay.

I hung up and stared outside of the window. I wish I didn't come back to New York, maybe this wouldn't have happened. I only came back because Peter offered me a job at his hospital.

Peter himself went on a business conference in Kenya. He said there was a young boy who needed a surgery for his spinal cord.

I hear footsteps and I raise my head to see Sam running towards my car. More sobs escaped as she opened my door and pulled me in her warm embrace.

"Shh, it's going to be okay Clair. I'm here", she whispers and more sobs escaped my mouth. "Switch to the passengers sit while I take this seat and drive us to my house", she suggests and I nod.

~~

"He then chuckled and walked away. When I got home, Alexia called me a bitch and said I was having sex with him in the parking lot. Matteo just looked at me with an expressionless face", I tell her. Tears roll down my cheeks and I wipe them frustrated.

"He's an asshole", she says through gritted teeth. "Worse. I just don't know what I did wrong. Unfortunately for them, I'm still a virgin!", I say angrily.

"Let me see the Alexia bitch, I wanna have a civilized conversation with her", she says and I shake my head. "No Sam, no", I tell her. When Sam says she wants to talk to someone when she's angry, it never results to good.

The last person she had a civilized conversation with was Carl Mason when we were in our final year in college. She beat the shit out of the guy giving him two black eyes, a seriously busted lip, a broken bone and nose and bruised ass.

"But she talked crap about you", she says. Her eyes purple eyes sparkled red as she fumed with anger. "That kinky shit, I'm gonna happily shred Trevor into pieces. This has to go to the police", she says.

"You can't do anything Sam!", I tell her. "He's the second head of the hospital. He's in charge when Peter's off. He has connections. I've tried the first time when he drugged me at the party. If not for you, I'd be...", I trail off.

"I'm always there for you", she pulls me in for a hug. "Now, go get a shower. I have some clothes for you on your bed. I'll make dinner", she says and I nod."Thank you", I tell her and she smiles.

After taking a shower I changed into a clean pair of clothes. A pair of PJ's short that stopped just under my butt and a crop to that exposed my bare stomach.

I tie my hair in pigtails as I walk out of the room and walk into the living room. I see Sam seated on the couch. Her whitish blonde hair in the same style, pigtails like mine.

Her eyes snapped to mine. "I wish you could dress like this in front of him. He'll know what he's missing", she says and I chuckle. "With what I've seen, he doesn't do fat girls. He prefers slender and sexy", I say as I follow her into the kitchen.

I sit on the bar stool and she hands me a plate of lasagna. "You're not fat!", she exclaims and I chuckle. "Sure you're short but not that short. You've got the ass, man that's huge, girl you've got the right curves in the right places. We're just women with awesome curves", she says sitting down in front of me. I just admire her confidence.

She hands me a cup of wine. "Thanks", I tell her. "You're welcome. Since you've been craving my cooking, I made us my special lasagna", she says.

"You mean your cooking that sent us to the hospital?", I say with a raised brow. "We were ten!", she exclaims and I laugh. "Huh-uh", I tell her and she smacks my shoulder lightly. "I'll get you for this", she says and I wink at her.

"So how's work?", I ask her. "Stressful, it's like Henry likes giving me much work. I miss being a model", she says and I chuckle. "You know Channels' proposal is still out?", I ask her. "I don't want to go back, I just resigned last year", she says.

Sam modeled for Channels from when we were in our final year in college. Seeing how the golden watches complemented her beautiful pale skin made people want to buy them. Because of her, many people bought from Channels.

"I overheard Alexia saying she wanted to tryout as their model", I tell her and it was like the lights in her head turned off. "What!?", she screeches and I chuckle.

"That was on Thursday", I tell her. She grabs her phone dials in some numbers. "Hey Mark", she says. She pushes the fallen strands of her beautiful whitish blonde hair out of her face.

I've always admired Sam's whitish blonde hair. Sometimes I envy how white it looks in the sun. It made her purple eyes pop out. People thought it was abnormal for Sam to have purple eyes but to me, it's perfectly normal. Well actually, it's a condition but I'm not going to talk about that.

"Of course Mark. When exactly? Okay, why? No p", she says and hangs up.

"What happened?", I ask her. "The audition is on Sunday, there are four in number plus me making five but they only need two", she says.

"Okay then, should we book a SPA reservation or hair salon?", I ask her. I really don't want to go to any SPA. "Oh we will go to the SPA and shopping", she says and I groan.

She chuckles and takes our dirty dishes into the kitchen.

I yawn softly and rub my eyes. "Go and sleep Clair", she says and I don't protest. I stand up and reposition the bar stool. "Goodnight Sam", I say sleepily. "Goodnight Clair", she says and I hum in response.

~~

I yawn as I open my eyes to the sunlight. Thankfully it wasn't harsh. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and let the hot water beat my skin. I sigh in content as I began to do my business.

After taking a bath, I got dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a floral off shoulder crop top. Apparently, I'm curvier than Sam.

I brush my hair and tie it in two baby buns letting two strands fallout from each side. I giggle as I apply pink lip gloss and did not bother to add mascara. Well, my lashes are already long so no needs.

I walk out of the room and head for the kitchen. "Morning Sam", I say and she turns to face me with a wide grin on her face. "Morning C. I have bacon and eggs", she says and I grin back.

She was wearing the same kind of outfit as I. Well, she's the one who picked out my outfit. I internally roll my eyes as I sit on the bar stool at the island.

"You look like a baby with that hairstyle. I love it", she says as she hands me my plate and sits across me. "Well, I kinda wanted to feel like a baby", I tell her and she giggles.

"Remember in college when we did that hairstyle?", she asks. "Yeah! We looked like baby twins!", I say with a grin and she chuckles. "Actually you were the baby", she says. "I was not!", I exclaim. "hmm", she hums.

I roll my eyes and she laughs. "I hate you", I mumble and she blows me a kiss which I playfully wave away.

~~

"You look fine girl", Sam says and I laugh. Sam and I were just coming out from the SPA and a guy just flashed us a wink.

"Thank you Sam but your hair is just as gorgeous as it looks", I say in a fake British accent. Back in high school, Sam and I learnt how to fake British, Pakistan, Indian and French accent. "Why thank you my dear beauty", she fakes French and we burst out laughing.

"Time to go shopping!", she squeals and I shake my head in amusement. She grabs my arm and drags me into the large shopping mall.

A nice looking saleswoman led us to the best section in the mall where we could find beautiful outfits. Sam's words not mine.

"What do you think, magenta or orange?", she asks holding up two shirts that look alike. "Magenta", I tell her. "Nice choice, it's yours", she throws it to me and I catch it in surprise. "Huh?", I say confused. "Oh shut it Clair", she chuckles and walks towards another rack.

As she got busy in whatever she was doing, my mind drifted to Hailey. I pull out my phone and call Melissa, a nurse in the hospital.

"Hey Clair, what's up?", her cherry voice beams. I giggle. "Hey Mel, you're on shift?", I ask her. "Yeah, I'm guessing you want to talk to Hailey", she says with a chuckle. "Is she there with you?", I ask her sheepishly.

"Yeah, I just finished giving her the meds", she says and I sigh in relief. "Hi C-Clair", I hear a beautiful voice stutter. "Hey Hails, how are you?", I ask her. "I'm g-good. I m-miss you", she says. I chuckle, "I miss you too baby. I'll see you tomorrow", I tell her.

"Okay C-Clair", she says. "Make sure to take your drugs", I tell her and I hear her groan and Mel laugh in the background.

"They are b-bitter and t-the t-taste won't g-go away", she says. I chuckle and twirl my fingers in my hair. "Oh baby girl, you better take your drugs if you don't want trouble", I tell her and she huffs.

"Okay", she says. "Bye Hails, I'll see you tomorrow", I tell her. "B-bye C-Clair", she says and I hum. I hang up and then Sam comes out of the dressing room. She was wearing a pair of high waist ripped jeans and a plain black crop top with the words I HATE BITCHES written in sharpie.

My grin mirroring her grin, I stand up. "As obvious as my assumptions are correct, this outfit will be your favorite", I tell her and she nods.

"Of course it's my new favorite. I'm wearing it tomorrow", she says. She hands me a black cloth and I see that it's just the same thing. "And you're wearing it with me", she says and I chuckle. "I'll wear it another time", I tell her. She pouts and I playfully tap her nose.

"I figured since your hubby is a business lover, you will be attending some parties", she says and I hum in response. Then she brings out a gown from the rack and shows me.

"It's beautiful", I mumble in shock as my eyes trailed over the dress. I was a purple floor length V neck gown that had stones on the neck and hem.

"I have a feeling there will be an event tonight, so let's buy this", she says and I nod. Whenever Sam says she feels an event, that event comes. Sometimes, I think she's a psychic.

After about an hour of shopping, we were now in my car drinking our coconut milkshakes. "I think you should go to your house from here", she says.

I frown. "What about you?", I ask her. "Kayla's bringing my car", she answers and I nod. "But I don't want to go", I say. "Oh come on Clair, you'll have to go whether you like it or not", she says and I sigh.

We pull into a hug and then reluctantly pull apart. She blows me a kiss and steps out of the car. "I'll call you when I get home", she says and waves bye. I wave her bye and then she turned around to walk away.

Sighing, I began to drive but then I remembered promising to check on Hailey. "Lunch", I mumble as I drove to the nearest fast food restaurant and ordered a burrito and apple juice with vanilla ice cream.

"Hey baby girl", I coo as I walk into the room. She lifts her head from the story book she was reading and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Clair!", she says in excitement. I chuckle and walk over to her. Her small hands wrap around my waist as she pulls me in a hug. I giggle and hug her back.

"How's little princess doing?", I ask her. "F-fine", she stutters. I take in her image. Her blonde hair was no longer pale, neither was her skin. Her face had color and her electric blue eyes had that spark of life in them.

"I got you lunch", I tell her. "Thank y-you", she says as I hand her the bag. I watch her quietly as she eats her food in peace. A smile tugs on my lip as I felt a sense of pride for bringing hope into another patient.

"C-Clair, w-why are y-you l-looking at me l-like t-that?", Hailey asks me with a confused expression. I chuckle and place a hand on her cheek, "I'm just admiring how lively you look now", I tell her. She blushes and I smile at her reaction. I wipe of the stain of ice cream from the corners of her lips with a napkin and throw the nylons in a trash can.

Icheck the time, "Okay Hailey, it's your nap time". "Okay", she sighs and Ilaugh. "I like y-your outfit C-Clair", she says and I look down at my floraltop and denim jeans. "Thank you sweetie", I tell her. "Can you do my hair likeyours tomorrow?", she asks. "Of course baby girl, now get some sleep", I tellher and she nods.