Текст книги "Forever Black"
Автор книги: Sandi Lynn
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Chapter 39
I was leaning over the bathroom sink washing my face as Connor was getting undressed. “I loved watching you with Camden today; it was so special and sweet.”
“Yeah, well he’s a pretty special kid.”
I folded the wash cloth and put it on the sink. “It made me think of some things.”
We walked out of the bathroom and I opened the drawer to take out my nightshirt.
“What things?” he asked hesitantly.
“I don’t know; just how good you are with him and…”
Instantly he cut me off, “I can’t have children Elle; I took care of that years ago.”
My back was turned to him and his words shredded their way through my body. I took in a deep breath and continued to undress and get into my night-shirt. The air that surrounded us changed.
“Aren’t you going to respond to that?” he asked.
I turned around, “Ok, why didn’t you tell me that before?” I was feeling a little betrayed that he wouldn’t have told me that sooner in our relationship. Maybe he thought it wasn’t necessary to because I was going to die anyway.
“I don’t know it just didn’t seem to ever be appropriate.”
Then it came, the words only my mouth would say, “Was it because you thought I was going to die and it didn’t matter if I never knew?”
The look on his face broke and anguish washed over him, “How could you say that?”
I turned to face the window, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, and anyway, I don’t want kids; with my fucked up family genes the kid wouldn’t stand a chance.”
He walked over to me and put his arms around me and pulled me into him. “Don’t say things like that.”
“It’s the truth. My mother dying of cancer, father an alcoholic, me having cancer twice; think about it Connor, the child would be doomed the minute it was conceived.” It killed me to say those words, but it was the truth and I was being honest with him.
“You’re wrong and I don’t want you talking like that ever again.”
I loosened myself from his grip, “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because neither of us wants kids, so end of discussion.” I walked across the room over to the dresser and grabbed the lotion bottle.
“Does it bother you that I can’t have children?”
“No, like I said, it’s for the best anyway.”
I was lying, it did bother me, and it bothered me that he didn’t tell me. I braced myself as I asked the next question.
“Why did you do it Conner?”
He took in a sharp breath, “Do you really want to hear the answer to that Elle?”
I didn’t, but I did. I needed to hear him say it. “Yes I do, since we’re being honest and not keeping secrets, tell me.”
He swallowed hard and didn’t say anything; I don’t think the words would come out of his mouth, but my mouth had no problems at all.
“Since you can’t say anything, let me say it for you. You were never going to fall in love and that meant never having kids, so why torture yourself with only experiencing half pleasure every time you fucked a woman when you could experience the whole natural pleasure and not have a worry in the world, except being ignorant about STD’s.”
His face fell and anger grew in his eyes. He was genuinely pissed at what I said.
“I’m not even going to respond to something as fucked up as that,” he yelled. He continued his rant. “You are pissed that I can’t have kids. Aren’t you the one who said she doesn’t believe in happily ever after’s and fairytale romances?”
All I could think about as he was yelling at me was how since meeting him he changed all that for me, but obviously I didn’t do the same for him. I walked over to the floor where I left my pants and pulled them on.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he yelled.
“I’m not staying here tonight; you’re a dick and I don’t want to be near you right now.”
“I’m a dick?” he laughed.
“You’re the one being a bitch and overreacting about me not being able to have kids.”
Did he just call me a bitch? I spun around, “I’m a bitch because you didn’t tell me about this sooner?”
The anger and darkness now consumed his eyes, “You really want to go there Ellery about not telling each other things.” He was now bringing up the cancer and he was hitting below the belt.
“I regretted that from day one and you know it,” my voice was yelling. “How dare you throw that in my face.”
“Then I guess we’re even,” he yelled.
Oh he shouldn’t have said that. My blood was boiling and my veins were pulsating full of anger.
“Maybe it’s best you stay in the guest room tonight, till we both cool off.”
I spun around and pointed my finger at him, “I’m not staying in the guest room; I’m going home to my apartment you so graciously call a box.”
“Really Ellery, you’re going to run?” He waved his hand. “Why not, it’s what you do best anyway.”
Tears filled my eyes at his cold words as I stormed out of the bedroom and out of his penthouse. He didn’t come after me which told me he was really pissed off.
The night air was cold as I looked around the crowded streets of New York. I realized I didn’t have my keys so going back to my apartment wasn’t an option. I waited for a text or call or even for him to tell me was sorry and take me back upstairs with him, but he didn’t. I hailed a cab and had him take me to the nearest hotel. I was weak and exhausted as I laid myself on the bed. I looked at my phone hoping if I stared at it long enough he would call me and tell me he’s sorry.
I fell asleep sprawled across the bed and was rudely awoken from an incoming text. “Where the fuck are you? I went to your apartment and you weren’t there.”
I rolled my eyes and quickly typed my response. “It’s none of your business where I am, remember I’m doing what I do best.”
Within seconds I received another text, “You are behaving like a child and I don’t like it; now get your ass back to my penthouse.”
Shit, you talk about adding fuel to the fire; he was sure doing an exceptional job at it. I responded, “I think we need time apart to think about what each of us said last night.”
A sudden reply that broke my heart came through. “I think so to and when you stop behaving like a selfish child, then call me and we can talk.”
I did the only thing I normally do, I threw my phone against the wall and it shattered. I sighed and took a hot shower, sobbing as the water ran down my body.
I bent down to pick up the broken pieces that was once my phone. I really need to get that under control and stop throwing things. I walked to the cellular store and purchased the same phone with my same number. I can say I didn’t care about my phone, but I did because what if Peyton needed me or what if Connor needed me.
Chapter 40
A few days passed and I barely left the hotel room. I read and drew pictures of things I wanted to eventually put on a canvas. Connor didn’t attempt to make any contact with me and it hurt. I was too stubborn to make the first move; his words stilled burned in my heart. I sat and thought maybe I should just book a flight and go back to California. My next treatment was next week so I needed to get back anyway. I didn’t want to leave him and this time apart was killing me. I hated how I grew so dependent on him. I needed to talk to him and apologize. I was out of line and shouldn’t have gotten so angry. We could have talked things out but instead I ran. Connor was right; it’s what I do best. I swallowed my pride and walked to his penthouse that was right on the next block.
I put my key in the elevator and took it up to the penthouse. The door opened and I stepped out looking for Connor. I didn’t see him in the kitchen, but I heard talking coming from his office. I slowly took steps towards his office and gasped for air at what I saw; Ashlyn had her mouth on his. Connor pushed her away and was startled when he saw me standing there. The fear in his eyes was a fear I had never seen before.
“Ellery, this isn’t what it looks like.”
I put my hand up and turned to walk away. I couldn’t breathe, my chest felt constricted and I was starting to panic. That was until I heard her say, “See Connor I told you she doesn’t love you like I can.”
Suddenly rage replaced panic and it grew inside me at a rapid pace. I turned around and walked towards her.
“Oh shit,” Connor said because he was all too familiar with the look I was displaying.
Ashlyn stood there with her arms crossed glaring at me as I approached her.
“I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m Ellery, Connors girlfriend.” She eyed me up and down and refused to shake my hand.
“Funny, Connor said he didn’t have a girlfriend anymore when he had his hands all over me.”
I looked at Connor as he stood there speechless; his only movement was the slight shaking of his head to let me know she was lying.
“He said that?”
“Yeah he did after he kissed me and told me that it was me he loved all along and you were just a charity case he felt sorry for.”
Oh no she didn’t!
Connors eyes grew wide as he took a step back. Before I knew it, my fist left my side and ended up right across her jaw line. She fell back on her ass and held her jaw, staring at me like I was a lunatic. I bent down until I right in her face.
“My advice to you is to crawl back into the whore hole you crawled out from and never look at me or him again. If I even catch you looking in either of our directions, I will pound my fist into you so hard that even a plastic surgeon wouldn’t be able to fix you.” I turned on my heels and started to walk away.
“You’re a crazy bitch, do you know that?” she screamed.
Connor came chasing after me and grabbed my arm, “Don’t you dare take another step.”
Was he stupid or something? Did he really want to do this now when I was so full of rage?
“Let go of me Connor right now before you suffer the same fate as your whore over there.” Me and my mouth, shit, did I just say that?
He let go of my arm, “You’re angry right now so I will forgive that last statement, but what I will not forgive is you taking another step and walking out that door.”
“I’m sorry Connor, but I can’t stay, especially now.”
Connor pulled out his phone and called Denny to come and get Ashlyn out of the penthouse. I started to walk away as he came up from behind me, grabbed me as tight as he could and carried me upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.
“Now sit down on that bed and listen to me Ellery. I’m not playing games with you anymore, and I know what you just saw hurt you more than anything else. You’re going to sit there and you’re going listen to me.”
I sat there as I swallowed hard, silently trying to plan my escape.
“Go on then, explain to me who Ashlyn is and why you’ve been keeping your relationship such a secret.”
He paced back and forth across the room while running his hands through his hair. “Ashlyn is Amanda’s twin sister.”
I looked at him and shook my head, “Who the fuck is Amanda?”
He took in a sharp breath, “Amanda is the girl who committed suicide after I broke up with her.”
My mouth fell open and I felt sick to my stomach. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. He was coming clean about her and I owed him that chance.
“Keep talking Connor, I’m listening.”
“Ashlyn sought me out and came to my office about a year ago. She told me she had been kicked out of her house and she didn’t have any money and no place to go. She said that I owed her because it was my fault her sister killed herself.”
I closed my eyes. I could hear the pain in his voice. How dare that woman do that to him? I wanted to reach out to him, but I had to let him finish telling me about her.
“I took her to dinner. We talked, drank a lot and we had sex. You have no idea how bad I regret that day.” He stood there shaking his head and looking down as if he was ashamed for telling me.
I got up from the bed and walked over to him, “Why didn’t you stop it after that night Connor?”
He sighed, “She kept talking about Amanda and making me feel guilty for what had happened. I gave her a job at my company and we had an arrangement that we would meet three times a week after work for sex, no strings attached.”
“Wait, let me guess, she started falling for you and she wanted more.”
He nodded his head. “Yes, she wanted me to stop seeing other woman and enter into an exclusive relationship with her. I told her time and time again that I wasn’t interested and that our arrangement was staying the way it was.” He turned his back to me and took in a deep breath.
“She threatened to do what her sister did if I didn’t succumb to her wants and needs. It was that night at the club; the night you brought me home, that I told her there was never going to be nothing more than sex between us.”
“Damn it Connor, why the hell didn’t you just stop seeing her?” I yelled.”
He turned to face me, “Because the next morning she called and apologized. She said she would be happy to keep our arrangement the way it was as long as I doubled her pay.”
I shook my head in disbelief as the sickness settled into the pit of my stomach and I had to sit back down on the bed.
“Are you ok?” he asked as he took a few steps towards me.
I put my hand up, “Don’t take another step and I mean it.”
I closed my eyes for a moment to try and calm the clusterfuck that was going on inside my head.
“I have one question for you and I want you to be honest. When was the last time you slept with her?”
There was no hesitation when he answered. “It was the night before I met you. I tried to break things off with her several times since you and I met.”
“What was she doing here and why were her lips on you?”
“I called her and asked her to come over so I could tell her never to contact me again and that what we had was long over. I told her I was in love with you. I was paying her to stay out of our lives. That, of course, pissed her off and she was going to try whatever she could to keep me. You just happened to walk in when she was throwing herself at me.”
I got up from the bed and headed for the door, “I can’t listen to any more of this Connor, I’m sorry.”
“Ellery, please, we need to talk about everything,” he pleaded.
“Why, so we can hurt each other again with our words?”
He put his hand on my face as I backed away. “My illness is tearing us apart. You can’t handle your emotions and neither can I. We just end up hurting each other. I have a question for you and I want you to be totally honest with me, are you trying to save me to erase the guilt you’ve harbored over the years about your ex-girlfriend?”
Fuckity fuck…I couldn’t believe I just asked him that. He stared into my eyes with his cold eyes, like all the love he felt for me had just been erased, as if it never existed.
He closed his eyes. “I think it’s best if you go back to California and I stay here.”
He turned around so he didn’t have to look at me. He gave up and it was my fault; I pushed him to this point. Tears streamed down my face as I turned around and walked out the door.
I walked back to the hotel and grabbed my bag. As I was walking out a text from Connor came through. “My private plane is waiting for you to take you back to California. Text Denny your location and he will pick you up.”
The heart wrenching pain reared its ugly head again as I didn’t respond back. I called Denny and within 5 minutes he was at the hotel picking me up. I slid in the backseat. He turned around and looked at me.
“I’m sorry Miss Lane, but I’m going to tell you what I told Mr. Black, you two are the most stubborn people on the face of this earth and you couldn’t be more perfect for each other.”
I gave a small smile. “We are a disaster together.”
He pulled up to the private landing strip where Connors plane was waiting for me. He opened the door and helped me with my bags.
“Do not let your fear sabotage your relationship with Mr. Black,” Ellery. It’s not fair to you or to him.” I kissed him on the cheek and entered the plane.
“Ellery,” Mason smiled as he met me outside with a big hug. “How are you, we missed you?” He knew the minute he saw the sadness in my eyes things were bad. “Not again” he frowned. He walked me upstairs to my apartment. Peyton was calling so Mason went back downstairs.
“Hi Peyton,” I said.
“What the fuck Elle? What is going on with you two? And why didn’t you call me?”
“I was going to. I wanted to get back to California first. I’m sorry Peyton I just can’t talk about it right now. How did you know?”
She sighed, “I went to Connors place to give you something and he went off on a tangent about you. I looked over and that driver of his was escorting some chick out as she was holding her mouth yelling something about you and telling Connor never to speak to her again. He told me you punched her, is that true?”
“Yeah, I did punch that bitch square in the jaw and she deserved it.”
“That’s my girl,” Peyton shouted. “Make things right with Connor, Elle. He loves you, and you love him and sometimes people do stupid stuff.”
“I know Peyton, but I’m not sure we’re good together as long as I’m sick.”
“Elle, you’re overthinking things again. You don’t want things to be right because you’re scared and I get that, but he’s scared to, and it seems to me that you two don’t get that.”
“It seems like every day I’m finding out something new about him and it’s driving me crazy Peyton.”
“I understand that Elle, but you need to realize that maybe he keeps some things from you because he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“But not telling me hurts me even more.”
“Then fucking tell him that; talk to him instead of yelling at him and storming out.”
“Peyton, I have to go, we’ll talk later.”
I crawled into my bed and cried myself to sleep, again.
Chapter 41
The days passed slowly as I threw myself into my paintings. One night I was putting the final touches on my painting and I was on my 4th glass of wine when I decided I was going to call Connor. I missed him and I missed hearing his voice and I wasn’t sure if we were even still together. It was nine o’clock L.A. time so it was six o’clock New York time. I hit Connors name on my phone and sat nervously as it rang. After the 3rd ring it went to voicemail. I was just going to hang up, but as soon as the beep sounded I left him a message, “Hi Connor, it’s Elle, I just called to see how you’re doing and how things are going, I guess you’re busy so I’ll talk to you soon, bye.”
I poured another glass of wine and took a sip. I didn’t expect him to call me back. When my phone started ringing and Connors name appeared on my screen, my stomach twisted itself up and my heart started racing. “Hello,” I answered. His voice was deep and low.
“Hey Elle, I see you called?” Hearing his voice made me feel less alone. I grabbed my wine and climbed on the bed.
“Hi, yeah I was just wondering how you were doing.”
“I’m ok, how are you?”
“I’m ok; I was just finishing up a new painting.”
“I’m sure it’s beautiful.”
I smiled, “I could take a picture and send it to you if you want.”
“That would be nice; I would like to see it.”
I decided to go for it and try to carry on a normal, full on conversation.
“So, what have you been up to?” I asked not fully aware if I wanted to know the answer.
“Not much, I’ve been working a lot. What have you been up to?” he asked me.
“Nothing really, I’ve been doing a lot of painting.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Ok I guess.” What I really wanted to say was that I was feeling like fucking shit because I miss him so much.
“I’m sorry Elle, I have to get going, Cassidy and Camden are in the city and I’m taking them to dinner, they should be here any minute.”
“Oh ok, tell Cassidy I said hi and give Camden a big hug for me.”
“I will Elle, thanks for calling.”
“Sure no problem, I’ll talk to you soon, bye Connor.”
“Bye Elle.”
I held the phone to my chest, closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
A couple of days went by and I didn’t hear from Connor, so I took it as my cue that we were over. I figured since I made the first move he would contact me again. He obviously moved on so maybe I needed to try to do the same. Drinking had become a daily routine for me lately, downing a bottle wine every night before bed helped me sleep.
I walked to the local store where I took my VHS tape that my mother put in the safe deposit box and had it converted to a DVD. The minute I got home, I put it in my DVD player and sat on the couch. My eyes filled with tears when she appeared on the screen. She was more beautiful than I remembered her. Her long blonde hair was like mine and we shared the same eyes. No wonder why my dad drank so much, I was the spitting image of my mother and he was reminded of her every time he looked at me.
“Happy 18th birthday angel. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you physically, but I am with you spiritually. You’re all grown up now and you’ll be heading off to college soon. Make sure you go somewhere you can stay on campus because I want you to have the full college experience like I did. I wish I could have watched you grow up, but God had other plans for me. Once college is finished you’ll get a fantastic job, meet a wonderful man, get married and have children of your own. Please follow my advice and do it exactly in the order. I know being raised without a mom was tough on you Ellery, but I know you’re a strong woman and you can handle anything that is thrown your way. You deserve only the best my sweet girl and don’t you ever forget it. I will be with you and guide you through the rest of your life. Remember, there’s nothing more beautiful and peaceful than the sunset setting over the blue ocean waters. Live your life in peace baby girl and remember I will always love you.”
I sobbed as I watched her say goodbye. If there was a time I ever needed Connor it was right now. I picked up my phone and dialed his number; I just needed to hear his voice. He didn’t answer and this time I didn’t leave a message.
I called Mason and asked him if he and Landon wanted to go to a club. I desperately needed to get out of this damn apartment and forget about my life for a night. Mason loved the idea, but said it would only be the two of us because Landon wasn’t feeling well. I put on my short black skirt, a black and white color block halter top which showed off my cleavage and my high black boots. I curled my hair and put on more makeup than I usually wear. I wanted to look and feel sexy, even if it was for just one night.
Mason whistled as I opened the door, “Look at you sexy kitten.”
I smiled and twirled around, “You like?”
“Like? I love and you may just totally turn gay men straight.”
I smacked him on the arm, grabbed my purse and left for the club. We were in the cab and my phone started to ring, it was Connor. I didn’t answer; I wasn’t going to think about him tonight.
We walked into the club and I pulled Mason straight to the bar. “Line up 4 tequila shots with lime,” I shouted to the bartender. He lined up 4 shot glasses, each with a lime in front of them and some salt. I licked the salt, downed the shot and sucked the lime. “Hey yeah” I yelled.
“Your turn,” I yelled at Mason. We both did 2 shots each and then hit the dance floor. It was packed and there was a lot of bumping and grinding going on. I danced like I never had before. Tonight was about me and having some fun, for the first time in a long time. After dancing for a while, we headed back to the bar, “Line em up, this time 8 tequila shots,” I said. Mason was all for it as we slammed them down together, I slammed six, he could only do two. The room was starting to spin but I was feeling good. The floor was thumping beneath our feet as I dragged Mason back to the dance floor. I was enjoying the music as we were moving back and forth against each other when I felt someone grinding up against my body. I turned around to this sexy looking man who was trying to talk to me.
“Hey, I’m Chris and you are one beautiful woman.”
I smiled as I danced with him, swaying my hips from side to side as he grabbed my waist. He turned me around so my ass was up against his erection. I wasn’t paying attention as I was too drunk to care. I was watching Mason a few feet away from me dancing with some random girl when I felt his hands take a tighter grab on my hips. I moved my hands up and down his arms taking in his muscular form as I moved my body up and down his. I turned around and came to a complete stand still when it was no longer Chris at my side, it was Connor. His eyes were enraged as he looked at me.
“Let’s go now,” he ordered. My heart started racing and I started to sweat. What the hell was he doing here and why?
“What the fuck are you doing here Connor?”
“Why don’t you tell me that Ellery?” His voice was angry.
“I’m having fun.”
“You look like a total slut on this dance floor and thank god I was here or who knows what that asshole would have done to you.”
I jerked my arm out of his grip and headed towards the bar. I held 2 fingers up to the bartender as he put two shots of tequila in front of me. Connor weaved in and out of the crowd coming after me. I downed one shot and picked up the next glass as Connor grabbed it from my hand, “You’re drunk and we’re leaving, let’s go.” He threw some money on the bar and grabbed my hand pulling me out of the bar with Mason following behind.
“Let go of me Connor Black,” I screamed as I tried to get out from his grip. I was resisting so much that he picked me up and carried me to the cab, kicking and screaming all the way.
“Ellery, knock it off or so help me.”
“So help you what Connor,” I yelled as he put me in the cab as he climbed next to me. I looked at him as he stared straight ahead.
“You have no right,” I said.
His angry eyes turned to me, “I have no right? What the fuck do you think you were doing in there, trying to get yourself raped? Look at you and the way you’re dressed, you’re just asking for it.”
I started hitting his chest, “Fuck you Connor.”
Mason grabbed my arms as Connor grabbed ahold of my wrists trying to calm me down. The cab pulled up to the apartment building. Connor and Mason got out as I sat there with my arms folded.
“Get out of the cab now!” he yelled. I glared at him and then flipped him off.
“Real mature Ellery,” he said as he leaned in the cab and dragged me out of it. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me straight to the bedroom and threw me on the bed. I watched him pace back and forth across the room running his hands through his perfectly tousled hair.
“I can’t believe you. I came here tonight to surprise you and I find you dry humping some guy in a club, drunk off your ass. What the fuck were you thinking?”
I sat up on the bed, “I was having fun instead of being cooped up in this apartment crying over you every fucking day.”
He stopped and looked at me, “Do you think this has been easy for me?”
I put my hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet as the alcohol made its way up my throat. Connor walked up behind me and held my hair back with one hand while he rubbed my back with the other. He got me a warm cloth and wiped my mouth as he helped me up off the floor.
“Let’s get you in your pajamas and into bed, you have your injections tomorrow.” He took my nightshirt out of my drawer and I grabbed it out of his hands.
“Let me help you,” he calmly said.
“I don’t need your help, I can do it myself.” I undressed as he watched me. I slipped on my nightshirt and climbed into bed. He left the room and I heard the TV turn on. He slept on the couch.
The next morning, I stumbled out of bed and walked towards the kitchen. Connor was standing there, leaning up against the counter waiting for the coffee to brew looking as sexy as ever.
“Good morning, you look like shit.”
I frowned as my head was pounding. “Yeah well we all can’t look as perfect as you.”
He grinned as he handed me a cup of coffee. “Do I get a hug,” he asked as he held his arms out.
I walked past him, “Sluts don’t give hugs.”
He rolled his eyes and sat at the table while I went into the bedroom to get dressed.
We arrived at the hospital in silence. I walked a few feet ahead of him and heard him say, “I don’t understand why you’re so mad.”
“You called me a slut Connor.”
“I said you looked like a slut Elle.”
I shook my head, “Same thing you idiot.”
We reached the office and the nurse took us promptly to the room. I changed into the thin gown and sat on the bed waiting for Dr. Murphy.
“Are you even going to look at me?” he asked.
“I am so mad at you Connor Black I could scream.”
He walked over to me and tried to take my hand, I pulled away. “If you think I’m going to apologize, I’m not. What you did last night was unacceptable and immature.”
I looked straight into his eyes, “At least I didn’t take him home and fuck him like you do.”
He turned away, “Why did I even bother coming here.”
“I don’t know Connor, why the fuck did you?”
Dr. Murphy walked in and looked at us. She could feel the tension in the room. “Hello Ellery, Mr. Black,” she smiled.
We said hello as she flipped through my chart. She walked over and put her hand on my knee, “Are you ready for this?”
I looked at her with sadness in my eyes, “Let’s just get it over with.”
I laid down on my side and Connor sat on the edge of the bed facing me. I pointed to the chair, “You, over there.” He sighed and shook his head as he sat in the chair.
“Ok Ellery, here’s the first injection.”
The prick of my skin was the easy part. My body started to burn from the inside. I clenched the sheet of the bed with my fists as my knuckles turned white. I wouldn’t look at Connor even though I wanted him to hold me. I was stubborn and I wanted to do this on my own. As soon as the second injection pierced my skin, I let out a cry of pain as my body felt like a raging fire that couldn’t be extinguished. Fuck it, I needed him. I held out my hand and looked at him as he was by my side in an instant. I clutched his shirt as hard as I could as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
“You are the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”
I cried into his chest as Dr. Murphy injected me with the last injection. She patted my arm and walked out the door.
I walked into the apartment and laid on the couch.
“Are you going to be comfortable there?”
I didn’t say anything; I was still mad at him, but I wasn’t sure at this point why. He knelt down in front of me, his piercing green eyes looking into mine.
