Writing Clip

Note: This is a simple of my writing style, this is just an interaction between two people and is not a part of a book published nor a completed storyline/plot for a book. End of note.

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He was her emergency contact, and laying there in the hospital bed, she knew they were calling him. Back in the day when they were in High School, they had been the best of friends. So, he went with her to all appointments after he found out her parents were the reason for the doctor visits. He changed all her contact information to where they would call him and not her family. The thought of this should honestly be comforting, but it wasn’t. After all a few months later, she would find out he was the son to the Largest Mafia lord in the area, and he found out she was a Princess of the rival Mafia Lord.

She took in a breath as deep as her lungs would let her and tried to force her body to relax, something that seemed impossible with how much pain she was in. She pressed the call light, calling for a nurse who came in with the most annoyed look on her face. “What do you want, Girl?”

The bed side manners really needed to be worked on. They knew her name and yet refused to use it, claiming that she was not who she said she was. Even though her ID and everything came in with her. “I am in a lot of pain. Can I please have something?”

“The Doctor hasn’t ordered anything yet, but I will check.” The nurse replied with a tone that said she wasn’t going to check. Then without anything else she turned and walked out, not closing the door fully behind her. So, her voice floated in as she spoke to her co-workers with a mocking voice. “Princess of Lies needs something for pain.”

Tears welled up and spilled over her cheeks unchecked, no one was going to come back into the room, she was going to be forced to suffer with the broken ribs and the broken arm because they didn’t believe she was in fact Isabella De Sol. She closed her eyes to the bright lights in her room and turned her head from the door. She hated the fact she felt weak right now. She had worked hard to not feel weak. Worked even harder to be able to have a life away from her abusive family and their cutthroat ways.

She was so lost to the pain and the disappointment of the hospital that she missed when all the mocked laughing and dramatic gossip suddenly stopped. She didn’t miss the sound of the door opening however, nor the way the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. Her head slowly turned to the door and her breath caught.

There stood the new mafia lord; Derek O’hare. He was tall, wide shoulders tampering to a small waist, narrowed hips. His arms were roped with muscles that spoke volumes of how he worked out. She was sure his legs under his black dress pants were the same, only thicker. His torso was covered with a buttoned up black shirt- silk she was sure- with the sleeves rolled up to expose tattooed forearms. Her eyes moved up to meet the same shockingly blue eyes staring out at her in shock. His strong jaw line clinched, a sign that of his distaste over something.

A hand lifted to shove it through his black hair; dyed from its red color that she knew he disliked. His voice came out in a harsh growl. “Why is she crying?”

He wasn’t talking to her but to the staff who shimmered in shock. She spoke calmly, in answer, however. “I am in pain. The nurse said she needed to check with the Doctor about what to give me. His eyes narrowed at her, before his face turned to look at the Nurse whose face had gone white. “If the Doctor and yourself value your jobs you will get Lady De Sol pain meds from the list of the safe ones in her chart.”

“Of--f course!” The Nurse hurried away before he slides the door shut to block them from the rest of the Hospital. He turned to her, his head hanging as he walked to her bed side and took a sit in a chair that he pulled closer. Only then did his eyes lift to meet her own. There was a pain she had not seen before.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” His words made her mouth dry, and her eyes burn with a fresh pool of tears. “My family… they said you were dead.”

The pain laced in his voice told her everything; He had tried to come back to her. He had tried to take her from her family and was willing to give up everything. Her eyes closed as the emotions this knowledge brought took over. She took a soft breath before meeting his eyes again.