Page 11 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
“No. No, no, no, no…” I couldn’t stop saying it. I needed my parents. Not whatever the hell this was. “Mom!” I started to run over to them. “Mom, Dad, take me home.” Tears cascaded down my cheeks. “Please take me home.”
“Mommy!” The little girl yelled as she followed me. “Mommy!”
“Would someone get Scarlett out of here?” James said sternly.
“No, I want my mommy!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “No!” She started crying as James’ brother lifted her into his arms. “No!” she screamed. “Mommy! Mommy, Mommy, I need you! No!”
I could still hear her screams as the door closed behind them. Or was it my own screams? Because I sounded just like her. Yelling for my parents. Begging for them to fix this.
“Take me home.” I was choking on my tears.
My parents were just sitting there, staring at me like I truly had lost my mind. I had. I knew that I had.
James wrapped his arms around me and started whispering in my ear to calm me down. But his breath wasn’t calming. It made my heart race faster. God, I was going to throw up.
“Penny,” he said in the soothing tone you’d use for a distraught child. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to remember everything soon. Us. Your children.”
Children plural?“Get off of me.” I tried to wiggle out of his grip. People in the waiting room that I didn’t recognize were staring at us. Judging my insanity. “There is no us.” I said the word “us” with disgust. “And I don’t have any children with you. I don’t have any children at all.”
James shook his head. “You must have seen the similarities…”
I pushed him off of me. “That was not my daughter. I’m the daughter.” I pointed to my chest. “Mom, tell him. Tell him none of this is real.” I was barely getting the words out, I was crying so hard.
A doctor rushed in. “Mrs. Hunter, if you would just take a deep breath.”
“What’s happened to me?” I choked.
James tried to reach for me.
“Mr. Hunter, that’s enough,” the doctor said, stepping in front of him.
“She’s upset, I’m trying to calm her down,” James said.
“You’re the one upsetting her. Can’t you see that? Just give her some space.”
I wanted to hug the doctor. But all my fears came bubbling to the surface. “Am I sick? Am I dying? I’m delirious. I’m imagining things. I’m imagining him.” I pointed to James, hoping that the doctor couldn’t actually see him. Hoping that I was as confused as I believed I was. Hoping that everything was a dream.
“Mrs. Hunter, I need you to take a deep breath.”
“That’s not my name.”
“Okay, Penny, just take a breath. We’re going to get you back to your room.”
“Make him stay out,” I said and pointed to James. “He slept in my bed last night. I woke up and his arms were around me.” I started to scratch my skin, trying to rid myself of the feeling of his touch.
The doctor frowned. “Mr. Hunter, how many times do we have to talk about visiting hours? You’re not allowed…”
“She needs me,” James said, trying to sidestep the doctor. “How can she remember if I stay away from her?”
I started sobbing harder. “I don’t need you. I need to get out of here. I need to go home. Let me go home! Mom, Dad, please. Please.”
A nurse rushed in carrying a needle.
“Don’t hurt her!” James yelled.
But the needle was already being pierced into my arm. The room slowly blurred in front of me. And I entered the dreamlike state I thought I was already in.
