Saved by the sea

Chapter 5

I walked to my desk to take my things away and returned to Oliver's office...

But I was stopped by his assistant.

"Mister Oliver is busy right now."

Her eyes were filled with hate and anger when she looked at me....

What the hell? 

What did I do to her?

"Could you please tell him to call me?"

She looked like she was ready to either escort me from the office or slap me...

What's wrong with this woman?

"I will tell him... but he is very busy today... so don't expect it any time soon..."

Well that was rude...

"Thank you."

I said as I walked away before I did something that I would regret later on...

I returned to my desk to see a big pile of spreadsheets that needed to be sorted and signed...

My headache returned after an hour of meaningless tasks that weren't even my responsibility...

After two hours I felt a deep shire rise from within me... it meant that my fever also returned...

Shit...

I should probably go home...

I still haven't received Oliver's call... but I was feeling like shit...

I know there is  no point in staying at work... there is no chance that I could finish any of this while feeling like this...

I sank deeper into my chair as I wrote a quick email to Oliver and called myself a taxi...

I didn't wait for his reply and rushed outside...

It took me a little longer than usual to get home... By the time I got home, my feet were barely holding me up... 

I sank down on the sofa without taking off my jacket as the room began to spin...

Shit... 

I closed my eyes and began breathing deeply, to push the nausea rising...

As my phone began to beep....

I picked up without even looking at who was calling...

"Beka...darling..."

I heard Oliver's voice at the other end of the line...

"I just saw your email..."

How sweet of him to call...

"How are you feeling? Will you be at work tomorrow? Do you think it is contagious?"

"No... no... I think I just got a cold..."

"Great, so rest up and I will see you tomorrow... I would visit... but I..."

"No, no it is okay... I think I will be better tomorrow..."

"Great... we have to finish everything by Friday so we could take a few days off for the honeymoon... Okay... see you tomorrow... call me if anything changes."

And he ended the call before I could answer him.

The next call received was from my dad.

"Honey? Are you okay?"

"Daddy, I'm okay it's just a cold... it's nothing... I will be better tomorrow..."

"Maybe you should take the rest of the week of... and maybe I could come over... or do you need to see a doctor..."

"Daddy... I'm okay... I just need a shower and a good night's sleep..."

"But Beka...."

"No daddy. I will sleep it off and there is no need for you to come... rest... please daddy?"

I heard I defeated sight as my father answered.

"Fine, but rest up and I will send a car for you tomorrow morning to drive you to work if you will be filling up to it..."

"Okay daddy... love you..."

"Love you baby girl... Now go rest..."

"Bey..."

I said as I ended the call before daddy made some genius idea with the reason why he should visit me or blackmail me into taking time off...

 I released a deep sight and sank back down into the sofa as I felt sleep overtaking my feverish body so I slipped off my jacket and sank back down into the couch.

I woke up a few hours later.. I think it was only a few hours as it was still bright outside... but the bone deep shiver had returned with a deeper force, so I stumbled into my bedroom striped bare, took some ibuprofen and claimed it under the cool sheets...

As soon as my head touched the pillow, sleep took over and once again I blacked out...

The next time I woke it was already dark... I could feel that my body temperature was returning to normal... the shiver was minimal and the headache was now reduced to a little ache, so I decided to take a  shower, eat something and go back to bed...

The shower came first as my body was now covered in sweat... and hot water should help to fight the shiver...

I took my time in the shower... letting water run down my body as... washing away the last signs of the sickness...

When I finally finished, the bathroom was filled with steam... I pulled on a fluffy robe and made my way into the kitchen...

The moment I stepped into the kitchen my doorbell rang...

Who the hell could this be?

I opened the door and saw a guy in his early twenties holding a big garment bag...

"Beka West?"

"Yes..."

"Good... sign here and here..."

I did as he asked as he handed me the garment bag...

"Have a nice evening."

He said to me as he turned around and left...

"Thank you... bye..."

Mhm.... I know what this is... and I dreaded this moment... because it made it possible for me to ignore the traumatic experience...

I released a deep sight and carried it into my living room and laid it down on the couch...

As I opened the bag....

I saw an ugly shiny wight fabric mocking me...

How can it look even worse here than it did at the store?

I stood there looking at it...

dreading the moment I will have to wear it again...

And maybe...

Maybe it will look better...

Maybe it is all just my imagination...

And it will all be okay...

And I will have a lovely wedding, that I can look back upon...

I closed the bag again and took it into my closet...

As I closed the door... thinking that maybe there is a chance a magic fairy will fix this... or closing the door will help me ignore the problem...

And as it seems the dress has ruined my appetite...

So I just went back to bed... hoping that tomorrow will be better...