Chapter 19
19
Heaven
“Please, Heaven, please come back to me….”
Travis….
“I’m so sorry, Angel, so sorry I’ve put you in this situation, that I won’t be able to take this pain from you, but please, don’t let this be the reason I lose you, please, I’m begging you, come back to me…” he pleads as beeping echoes around my head, sounding like fire alarms.
What happened to me?
I try to open my eyes and move my hand, but nothing happens, and fear hits.
“I need you, Heaven. Our son needs you, please,” he continues, but his voice grows muffled, like I’m underwater, until everything is silent.
“Cass, why hasn’t she woken yet? Is this like Natalie? Do I need to try and find out all her secrets from Micha and spill the beans to get her to wake up?” I hear a female voice ask, a voice that sounds like Perrie.
“I wish it was,” Cass says, “but it’s different. Her accident caused her to have a brain bleed.”
Accident…what accident?
What happened to me?
Where’s Micha?
“What about brain activity? There’s been that, right?” Perrie pleads, and I can feel my pulse race with panic.
“Oh my God!” Perrie gasps. “What’s happening?”
“We need a crash cart!” Cassidy yells before everything fades again.
“How’s she doing, Trouble?” Steal asks, the beeping louder this time.
“She’s stable,” I hear Cassidy’s soft reply, “we caught the second bleed quick, I just hope it was quick enough.”
I hear a sniffle and a sigh before Steal rasps, “Come here, Cass.” I hear rustling over the beeping.
“She’ll wake up, Trouble,” he promises.
“You don’t know that, Colt,” she replies, “and even if she does wake up, there is a chance she may not remember who she is, let alone her family.”
Oh God, what happened to me?
I try to move my hand, willing my fingers to move—but nothing.
“He’s drowning, Cass, he’s fucking drowning, and I can’t lose my best friend, Micha cannot lose his father. She needs to wake up, and be alright,” Steal says with so much emotion I feel it in my chest.
Travis…Travis is struggling without me….
“Momma?” a small whispered voice fills me, and my heart rate quickens slightly. “She knows I’m here,” Micha says excitedly.
“Yeah, little man, she knows,” Travis’s mom, Tina, says, “she would know your voice from a thousand miles away.”
I feel lips against my cheek before I hear a whispered, “Please wake up, Mom, we miss you….” And I feel my heart breaking as blackness takes hold again.
“We’re going to lose him!” someone snaps loudly, and I feel like someone is bashing my head into a wall.
“We won’t,” another voice states, a voice that sounds like Bowler, Travis’s dad.
Someone chuckles darkly and replies, “He’s fighting every fucking night, allowing the opponents to kick the shit outta him. He’s barely around unless he’s in here next to his wife; he doesn’t see his son much. He’s shutting down more and more, the longer she’s in the coma.”
“Art!” Bowler snaps, “don’t do this here, not in front of Heaven.”
Art chuckles humorlessly.
Wait—Art, as in James from high school ?
“Why not here? She needs to hear this because she needs to fucking wake up!” he shouts, and my pulse races, causing the beeping in my head to quicken.
Hang on…he said coma …. Huh, maybe it’s not in my head; perhaps I’m in a hospital bed….
But why?
“Fuck, do you want to get us kicked out?” Bowler growls before I feel a hand take mine. “It’s okay, Heaven, everything is okay….” He soothes me.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Bowler, I just, she is his everything, and I, fuck, I took his word when he said they ended things despite seeing how inseparable they were, how much she fucking loved him, and then the fucker cheats on her, he fucking cheats with Ginger of all people. He kept her quiet, and he did her dirty!”
The anger in Art's voice is so suffocating even I can feel it.
“I made him, James. If you want to blame anyone, blame me. She didn’t have club protection, and the Killers were going after the prospect's significant others, knowing they had no club protection because there was no guarantee the prospect would make it as a brother, and at that point, Travis didn’t want to be a brother because of me and my actions. He didn’t want to become me, yet the day he gets his cut, he forgets it’s his first wedding anniversary, and he disregards the fact Heaven gave birth a few months prior. She didn’t want to celebrate with brothers smoking and fucking, and he got angry and drunk, before making the biggest mistake of his life. If you want to blame anyone, blame me.”
Wait, who are the Killers?
“He needs her, and we need him,” Art whispers and my heart hurts for him as blackness overcomes me. I go willingly, suddenly tired.
“Remember when we got stuck in the BFE of Jersey in the pouring rain?” Travis asks with a whisper.
I feel warmth pressed against me, and I am so comfortable. His heat envelopes me, and if I were awake, I’d probably melt….
What the hell happened to me?
“It was probably the best night of my life, despite the cheap motel we booked. It was just us, soaked to the bone, and fuck, we were happy, so goddamn fucking happy, Angel, but I ruined everything. One stupid moment, I ruined your trust, I ruined our marriage,” he rasps, gently rubbing my bottom lip, making it tingle.
“I’m struggling, Heaven. The longer you stay asleep, the less chance you’ll wake, and if you leave me, I’ll fucking follow,” he admits, and my heart cracks.
He can’t leave his family, our son, our?—
Oh God, my baby, what happened to my baby?
“I need you to wake up, Heaven; Micha needs you to wake because you are our world,” he says but not once mentions the baby, and a sinking feeling hits me hard as blackness takes over again, a blackness I beg to keep me for a little while longer because if I wake….
To save our son, I killed the baby….