STREETS OFF FAME

It's been two week, two fucking weeks and all I have seen is the faces of doctors and therapy and nurses. The woman who actually brought me into this world had the audacity of not coming to see me even once,just great.

"Hoe are you feeling today?"

The doctor ask and I look up. They have already figured out I could hear but the speech therapy is a lot of crap. For one, I am not fine and for two I will never be fine and for three fine is not a word that should be put in the same sentence with my name.

I smile,the normal smile that I give everyone which is fake, most of the time, scratch that, it is fake all the time.

"Taylor is here to see you and he said you can continue the therapy at his house."

Now I wish the therapy was working because I wanted to run, run far away and never come back. Who am I kidding? Where would I even go? I know no one and I also don't know the way to my house from this hospital. I don't react which the doctor thinks is a yes, silence must be answers to what you someone want to here and before I know it he leaves as someone walks in.

I look up and I must say, the man that walks in is probably the most handsome man in have ever laid my eyes on. Not that I have seen many. But he looks like the men I read in my fictional books. Talk, extremely handsome and musculine with a husky voice and a cold demonor around them. He must be straight from a novel.

"Mr Taylor?"

He looks at the doctor.

"This is Ruby, Ruby Jackson."

He just nods and after a few talks with the doctor, which I could care less he looks at me and then at the doctor.

"I will sign them and I want her discharged now."

He says and I like his voice. The doctor nods but Taylors eyes are in me which makes me nervous. I will be this Greek god slave? Well, best ways to die for me I guess. His eyes scan me and I fell small.

"How long till she can walk and talk?"

He asks his eyes on me.

"Two months for the walking but talking...I am not sure, her brain has shut that down and only it can tell the mouth to speak."

He nods and I look at his neck. He has his hands I. His pocket but I can see his neck as he talks. His Adam apple keeps going up and down and that did magic to my body. This man could tell me to kiss his shoes clean and I will, no kidding.

"Get the papers ready, I will call one of my people to come for her and take her home."

He says as they both walk out.

Now that I was over his trans j was thinking right. Damn it, he didn't even say hello to me, so rude! But handsome, rude but handsome. We can cover the rudeness with the handsomeness. What the heck am I even thinking?