~CLAIR~

Life was unbearable for the rest of last week. I had resumed my work earlier this week and today was Friday, I was ready to end my work for the day.

I walked into ward 109 and saw Hailey sitting on her bed reading a novel. "Hey baby", I cooed and she raised her head to look at me with a smile. "Hi, C-Clair", she stuttered waving at me with a smile. Her smile also made me smile.

Hailey had improved over the past few days. Eating was still a little problem but at least she could drink anything liquid. "How was your nap?", I asked her as I sat 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 said and I chuckled. I kissed her on her forehead making her blush. "You're welcome baby girl. Are you hungry?", I asked her.

"I'm n-not t-that hungry", she said with a shy smile and I giggled at her behavior. "What do you want?", I asked her. "J-just p-pie", she stuttered. "I'll order your favorite", I told 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 said and I smiled at her.

"Clair?", she called. "Hmm?", I hummed in response as I checked her heart monitor and other vitals. "Will I ever a-achieve m-my d-dream?", she asked.

I turnes 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 told her without missing a beat. "B-but I s-stutter", she said sadly. "Not all stuttering people stutter when they sing", I told her and she looked at me with a look of disbelief.

"Are y-you s-sure?", she asked and I nodded. "I'm very sure. Trust me", I told her. She nodded and hugged 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 cursed as I turned around and walked to the elevator.

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

I glared at his face and tried pulling away but it didn't work. "Let me go you,idiot!", I yelled at him but he didn't listen. Instead he pressed my back on the hood of my car and grabbed my thighs.

"Trevor, don't do this, we're outside", I said. He chuckled and caressed my thighs. I swallowed the lump inside my throat as I saw his eyes dilate with pleasure.

"You know how much I want you", he whispered and I shook my head remembering what he did last time. "Trevor, no, please no. I'm married now. Leave me alone", I said as I try to break free. He held my waist pinning down and I winced as he stroked my inner thigh a little too forcefully.

I don't want this at all.

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

"Just like last time", he chuckled and I cried when he slid his fingers inside me. It hurt badly as he did that. "Trevor stop", I pleaded but it fell on deaf ears. He continued to finger me and I continued to struggle against him. Unfortunately for me, nobody was in the parking lot only us.

"You're meant to be for me", he said 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 begged him breathlessly as tears stained my cheeks.

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 said and I had the urge to slap him.

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

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

~~

"I always knew you were a fucking whore", Alexia said as I walked into the living room making me frown in confusion. My body was tired and frustrated. Seeing her was not what I needed right now.

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

"Excuse me?", I said confused. How the hell did she 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 said in a mockingly. "You have no idea how would have seen you and gone to the press to ruin Matteo's name, dirtbag", she added.

Anger filled me as tears stung my eyes. "I'm not a dirtbag and neither am I whore!", I yelled in frustration and 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 didn't want to go back home.

Home?

I have no place to call my home. Except for one place.

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 asked. "T-Trevor happened!", I cried out in agony. "Oh Clair, hush baby. Where are you?", she asked. "I don't know", I answered. "Are there any clues?", she asked after some time.

I looked out the window. "There's a signboard that says Marty's tattoos", I told her. "Oh Marty, I'll be there in ten!", she assured me and I mumbled 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 heard footsteps and I raised 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 whispered and my sobs turned into whispers as they escaped my mouth. "Switch to the passengers sit while I take this seat and drive us to my house", she suggested and I nodded.

~~

"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. He didn't even say anything damn thing!", I told her. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away with frustration.

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

"Let me see the Alexia bitch, I wanna have a civilized conversation with her", she said as she cracked her knuckles and I shook my head. "No Sam, no", I told 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 said. Her purple eyes sparkled red as she fumed with anger. "That bitchy shit, I'm gonna happily shred Trevor into pieces. This has to go to the police", she said.

"You can't do anything Sam!", I told 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 trailed off. I didn't want to remember whatever that happened before.

"I'm always there for you", she pulled me in for a hug. "Now, go get a shower. I have some clothes for you on your bed. I'll make dinner", she said and I nodded."Thank you", I told her as I stood up and she smiled.

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 tied my hair in pigtails as I walked out of the room and walked 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 said and I laugh a little. "With what I've seen, he doesn't do fat girls. He prefers slender and sexy", I said as I followed her into the kitchen.

I sit on the bar stool and she handed me a plate of lasagna. "You're not fat!", she exclaimed 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 said sitting down in front of me. I just admire her confidence.

She handed 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 said.

"You mean your cooking that sent us to the hospital?", I said with a raised brow. "We were ten!", she exclaimed and I laughed. "Huh-uh", I teased and she smacked my shoulder lightly. "I'll get you for this", she said and I winked at her.

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

Sam modeled for Chanel 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 Chanel.

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

"That was on Thursday", I told her. She immediately grabbed her phone dialed in some numbers. "Hey Mark", she said. She pushed 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 said and hung up.

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

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

She chuckled and took our dirty dishes into the kitchen.

I yawned softly and rubbed my eyes. "Go and sleep, Clair", she said and I didn't protest. I stood up and reposition the bar stool. "Goodnight, Sam", I said sleepily. "Goodnight, Clair", she said and I hummed in response.

~~

I yawned as I opened my eyes to the sunlight. Thankfully it wasn't harsh. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the hot water beat my skin. I sighed in content and 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 brushed my hair and tied it in two baby buns letting two strands fallout from each side. I giggled as I apply pink lip gloss and did not bother to add mascara. Well, my lashes are already long so no needs. I wasn't the type of person to dress up. But everything time I did, I always felt giddy.

I walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen. "Morning Sam", I said and she turnedto face me with a wide grin on her face. "Morning, C. I have bacon and eggs", she said and I grinned back.

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

"You look like a baby with that hairstyle. I love it", she says as she handed me my plate and sat across me. "Well, I kinda wanted to feel like a baby", I told her and she giggled.

"Remember in college when we did that hairstyle?", she asked. "Yeah! We looked like baby twins!", I said with a grin and she chuckled. "Actually you were the baby", she said nonchalantly. "I was not!", I exclaimed and glared at her. "hmm", she hummed indifferently.

I rolled my eyes and she laughs. "I hate you", I mumbled and she blew me a kiss which I playfully waved away.

~~

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

"Thank you Sam but your hair is just as gorgeous as it looks", I said 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 faked French and we burst out laughing.

"Time to go shopping!", she squealed and I shook my head in amusement. She grabbed my arm and dragged 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 asked holding up two shirts that look alike. "Magenta", I tell her. "Nice choice, it's yours", she threw it at me and I caught it in surprise. "Huh?", I said in confusion. "Oh shut it, Clair", she chuckled and walked towards another rack.

As she got busy in whatever she was doing, my mind drifted to Hailey. I pulled out my phone and called Melissa, a nurse who also worked with me at the hospital.

"Hey Clair, what's up?", her cherry voice beamed and I smiled. "Hey Mel, you're on shift?", I asked her. "Yeah, I'm guessing you want to talk to Hailey", she said with a chuckle. "Is she there with you?", I asked her sheepishly.

"Yeah, I just finished giving her the meds", she said and I sighed in relief. "Hi, C-Clair", I heard a beautiful voice stutter. "Hey Hails, how are you?", I asked her. "I'm g-good. I m-miss you", she said making me smile wider "I miss you too, baby. I'll see you tomorrow", I told her.

"Okay, C-Clair", she says. "Make sure to take your drugs", I told her and I heard her groan while Mel laughed in the background.

"They are b-bitter and t-the t-taste won't g-go away", she whined. I chuckled and twirled my fingers in my hair. "Oh baby girl, you better take your drugs if you don't want trouble", I told her and she huffed.

"Okay", she said. "Bye Hails, I'll see you tomorrow", I told her. "B-bye C-Clair", she said and I hummed. I hung up and then Sam came 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 stood up. "As obvious as my assumptions are correct, this outfit will be your favorite", I told her and she nodded.

"Of course, it's my new favorite. I'm wearing it tomorrow", she said. She handed 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 chuckled shaking my head. "I'll wear it another time", I told her. She pouted and I playfully tapped her nose.

"I figured since your hubby is a business lover, you will be attending some parties", she said and I hummed in response. Then she brought out a gown from the rack and showed me.

"It's beautiful", I mumbled as my eyes trailed over the dress. It 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 said and I nodded. 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 said.

I frowned. "What about you?", I asked her. "Kayla's bringing my car", she answered and I nodded. "But I don't want to go", I whined. I was not ready to go back to that place. I do not belong there.

"Oh come on Clair, you'll have to go whether you like it or not", she said as she rubbed my shoulder and I sighed.

We pull into a hug and then reluctantly pull apart. She blew me a kiss and stepped out of the car. "I'll call you when I get home", she said and waved me bye. I waved 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 mumbled as I drove to the nearest fast food restaurant and ordered a burrito and apple juice with vanilla ice cream.

I quickly drove to the hospital and made my way to get room.

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

"Clair!", she said in excitement. I chuckled and walked over to her. Her small hands wrapped around my waist as she pulled me in a hug. I smiled and hugged her back.

"How's little princess doing?", I asked her. "F-fine", she stuttered. 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've finally gotten the Hailey I wanted. The beautiful girl that I loved seeing.

"I got you lunch", I told her. "Thank y-you", she said as I handed her the bag. I watch her quietly as she eats her food in peace. A smile formed 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 asked me with a confused expression. I smiled and place a hand on her cheek. "I'm just admiring how lovely you look now", I told her. She blushed and I smiled at her reaction.

I wiped off the stain of ice cream from the corners of her lips with a napkin and threw the nylons in a trash can.

I checked the time, "Okay Hailey, it's your nap time". "Okay", she sighed and I laughed. "I like y-your outfit C-Clair", she said and I looked down at my floral top and denim jeans. "Thank you sweetie", I told her. "Can you do my hair like yours tomorrow?", she asked. "Of course baby girl, now get some sleep", I told her and she nodded.