Chapter 1: First Encounter

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Williamson has started to drop by every single day since then. No matter how unpleasant she could be, he would still control his temper -not that he had much of that, to begin with- and come again the next day. For a reason only known to him, he took a fancy in calling her his mother. "Mother, I 'm here." he would say when entering. "Mother, I'm going" would be the words he used before exiting the room.

It all felt to her, as though he was mocking her still. She understood by the doctors' words that he wasn't. He was searching all around the world for experts and giving her medical reports to them for them to find or do some kind of miracle. He was even sponsoring multiple research in relation to that. Seeing her treat him coldly, some of the hospital staff felt it was their duty to try mending the relationship between him and her.

‘He is diligent’, those meddlesome people would say. ‘No matter the day, he is willing to come to spend at least one hour by your side, try to forgive him for whatever it is he is guilty of’. Though the words spoken hadn’t exactly been like that, they were giving that kind of meaning. She was after all an incurable patient who was sponging his money, the least they felt she should do was be amiable to the sole person willing to visit her.

Who could understand Fayre’s anger stemming from the fact that this very money he was playing with was actually supposed to be hers? It was her family legacy that he and his parents stole away from her!

However, right this moment he apparently wanted to play pretend with her and she was in no physical condition to refuse him. The man would come every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes, at night. He would read her books that he brings in, and in the long run, she was simply unable to keep up with the silent treatment and since he forced his presence on her, she made him her personal lackey. She would choose the books he had to bring, the DVDs that he would have to borrow and he was also the one pushing her chair when she needed a breather. She thought he would end up boring himself and stopped whatever it was he was doing, but even months later; he would still diligently accompany her.

“I think that, if you had been my mother, I would have been the happiest child in the world.”

One day, a year, and many months since then, he had said that sentence to her. She couldn’t quite understand where it came from. He previously explained to her that he had actually put back her parent’s manor under her name again and going to inspect it, he found the infant room she had prepared when she was pregnant, which was, apparently, still filled to the brim as she had left it.

Was he trying to make amends? Recently, he had started –or at the very least that was what he was saying, how truthful it was, she would never know-, taking back her legacy one by one: her family manor, some of her apartments, some villas. One by one he was putting the deeds under her name.

“What do you want?”

She had asked him that question a lot and he had never given a satisfactory answer, and today too, he didn’t. Getting up from his chair, he kissed her forehead and told her that for the enterprises, she had to wait some more.

Her health kept on worsening. Maybe it was the aftereffects of the experimental medicine, but she ended up going into a coma.

She was in a coma, but incessantly, there was a voice talking to her. Having heard it every day for almost two years now, she easily recognized its proprietor.

***

The pain woke her up. A different kind of pain from the one she was experimenting a mere seconds ago. Then, she had been unable to breathe, her lungs as if on fire, each movement of her thoracic cage was torture. Now, though, the acute pain she felt was down her stomach. She could feel a warm liquid spreading between her legs. Fayre gasped, vaguely registering that she was able to touch her stomach with her own hands. The pain was so intense that her vision started blackening. Before her eyes closed completely, she saw, standing some feet away, a small child with eyes opened wide staring distressingly at her. 

He looked like young Williamson, had been her last thought before blacking out.

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