C7 Who is Frankie?!

Maria:

I opened my eyes but I lost consciousness for a few minutes. I opened them again and this time I felt someone carrying me in bridal style.

I tried to move but my legs were totally numb, and I couldn't move my head. I heard different voices around me and I tried to identify who it was. “Who the hell are you? You know what, you can leave my house now, I think I can take care of my wife.”

“Your wife? You don't even know the first thing about her, you don't know what she's been through and what she's going through! You don't care about her, All you care is about your trustee funds and how you continue your life as a nepo baby. I ain't leaving this place until I know she's alright.” Another voice fired back.

“You come to my house and give me orders, you have a hell of a lot of guts! Who the heck are you!”

I tried to open my eyes and stop this commotion that was everywhere and that was killing my head. And as I tried to speak, my words failed me. I narrowed my eyes across the room and my gaze fell on Sarah. “Mr Thompson, Mr Thompson! I think she's awake, Madam is awake.”

I raised my head and the two rushed toward me. “Maria shush shush, be still and don't move. I'm here, I'm here you will be fine.” One said and it sounded like Frank's voice.

“Move away, she's burning out.”

“Fran…Frankie.” The next thing I felt was a cold damp cloth on my head and I blacked out again.

I gently opened my eyes this time and found myself in a familiar room. I was in Daniel’s room, but how? Holy Shit! My head hurts like I just had a pestle smash my skull. I tried to sit up and thankfully this time, I was able to move my body. I figured I was wearing a man's clothes. My mind accelerated with a thousand questions.

Did he touch me? Did he undress me?! Did he….? Why am I wearing his clothes? Oh God! As I tried to remember last night my head hurt even more as I saw flashes of yesterday's episode of my life.

I was at Dad’s mansion, I met with Lucia. Yes, yes, Lucia! Bar across the road, I called Frankie! Frankie didn't come. Shit, I was drunk last night. Everything became clear to me. Daniel was there last night by the road vigorously hitting a man non-stop.

As I was lost in thought, I remembered my mom still being in the hospital. Lucia didn't keep her own part of the bargain. How I had wished it was all a dream, my mom was going to die! The thought of it pierced my heart. I didn't even care about the pain in my head, I placed my two palms on my face as I cried my eyes out.

Suddenly the door opened and I quickly turned back. I didn't want anyone to see my vulnerable side, it only made me weaker. I didn't see who walked in but I immediately knew who it was, the scent of his hot mint perfume filled the room, and it got stronger as he walked towards the bedside where I sat.

“You're awake.” He said in a cold tone. I couldn't even figure out if he was angry or not because my head faced the floor as he stood over my head.

“You were out for more than fifteen hours, at a point I had thought you were not going to make it out. Seems like it's not your first, I have almost started searching for another woman to fill your seat, maybe your sister will be good to be used as your replacement.” He continued.

When he saw that I didn't reply to him, he walked a distance away from me to the window and I could still see his well-fitted charming figure in my teary eyes.

“Wha… What happened last night? Did you put your clothes on for me?” I asked, stammering.

He chuckled dryly. “So you mean to say you don't remember anything from last night? You don't remember creating a scene in City Road and to top it all you let your boyfriend invite himself to my house. And all you have to ask me is if I put my shirt on you.”

“Last time I checked, we are legally married and me pulling your clothes is part of my legal duties as your husband. You're my wife and you allowing any other man into your life is a violation of the agreement you signed to be a part of this marriage.” He continued.

“Maria, this was supposed to be a simple task, be a wife that's all I asked. Don't let your life outside this marriage tamper with what you agreed and signed on, Maria Falcone.”

I was a bit lost and confused, A boyfriend? “ I don't have a boyfriend, I don't know what you're talking about,” I said.

“Who was that man from last night?” He asked.

“What man?” I replied in a whisper.

“The man you called Frankie, who is he to you?” He questioned.

“He is my best friend,” I replied, raising my head in his direction.

“Best Friend?” He repeated twice and turned to face me. “I don't really ca—-,”

“Your face, you're hurt, who hit you?!” He asked as he frowned with anger in his voice which made me shiver, completely ignoring what he had wanted to say earlier.

I just sat silently without a word to reply to him. I looked away and faced my gaze to the window. “I tripped…. Fell yesterday at the bar.” I lied.

Daniel stared at me for some seconds which felt like hours. “Get some rest, Sarah will be coming to freshen you up.”

He finally said.

As he turned to leave, I noticed a bandage on his fist, there was still blood on it. It was obvious he had just dressed it a while ago. I immediately remembered last night when he hit that man because he physically harassed me. No one had ever done that for me all my life.

I knew part of it was my fault because I puked on him but he should have just gone his way just like everyone had.

I wonder how his face is right now. I thought.

I couldn't help but feel bad that I had caused the injury to his fist.

“Daniel,” I called, stopping him from walking any further.

“I am so sorry.” I pleaded almost in tears.

He didn't say a word nor flinch, He dipped his hands in his pocket and walked out of the room, gently shutting the door.

Minutes after he left as I was about to take a cold shower, my phone rang. It was from the hospital. With no delay, I answered the caller. “ Hello, am I onto Maria Falcone?”

“Yes, any problem?” I replied quickly.

“It's about your mother ma’am.”