Chapter Fourteen #2
“I fucking hurt her and then I left her there when every fiber of my being told me to go back to her. You don’t know what this feels like.
To find the other piece of your soul, to hold them and kiss them, and have them look at you like you’re their whole world and you can just feel it.
You know you are, there’s no second thought that they love you; they don’t even have to say it. ”
He’s right. I have no fucking idea what that feels like.
“And she tried to say her piece, Chase. She tried . Whatever happened was probably not what it sounded like and if I’m honest, it sounded forced .
But I was so fucking mad. Also- I fucking hate Cecilia.
I’ve been having to shove my cock in her mouth because the bitch doesn’t shut the fuck up.
If she actually had something interesting to say, it’d be a different story.
But goddamn it, all she does is fucking yap.
Even when we fuck all she does is talk. You’re a horrible friend for pushing me to fuck her.
I can’t get her to take a fucking clue and leave me the fuck alone. ”
I laugh at that. Yeah, Cece can talk for hours. I’ve had to gag her a few times.
“So you fucking owe me for that. I may have unclaimed her, but you’re going to find a way to fucking apologize or make her eat something because I don’t think I can continue watching her waste away.
I haven’t seen her eat in over a week it’s fucking with me and if you don’t make it right, I’m going to end up talking to her again and I can’t handle that right now.
One more look into her eyes and I’ll fucking flop.
She’s mine. She’ll always be mine. I know it.
I can’t explain it. But me and her? Our souls have met.
Whether it’s today or tomorrow, or even a decade from now, we belong together. ”
“Make her eat something.” I repeat. “That’s it?”
He blows out a long breath. “That’s it. Oh, and get Cecilia off my dick. I’m over it.”
Trying to feed Raven turns into a fucking fiasco. She faints beside a puddle of her own puke, and when I grab her, she weighs nothing. Jonas takes her from my arms and lightly taps her face.
We’re drawing a crowd and thankfully, Doctor Archer saw the whole thing happening.
He gets another student to go get his medical kit from his office and gets us to take her to her room instead of the infirmary because he knows she’s prone to episodes and waking up in an unfamiliar place will set her off.
Something about her prior trauma but he doesn’t give us more than that.
That makes the alarms blare in my head.
Does he know her ?
Jonas, the creep, unlocks her room with her room key he copied the weekend they spent together. Doctor Archer doesn’t question it. He immediately sets her up with an IV from his kit.
“This is the girl you’re dating?” Doctor Archer asks.
Jonas shakes his head. “Not anymore.”
Doc nods his head. He’s a handsome fucker.
All brawn and brains. Eyes the color of steel.
Chiseled face, sharp jawline, tall as fuck.
Yeah, the man probably gets pussy easy. I wonder if it’s too late to change majors.
Doctors get so much snatch. Especially hot ones, I’m sure of it.
He grabs his stethoscope and one of those arm things to check her blood pressure.
“She’s severely dehydrated. Her heart rate and blood pressure are extremely low. Has she eaten?”
“She threw up what she ate.” I reply. Then, “Shouldn’t we take her to the ER?” I ask, “Since her heart rate is low or whatever?”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to see if her vitals go up. Could just be the lack of nourishment. If she doesn’t get better after this bag of fluids, then yes, I’ll take her to the ER myself.”
Jonas looks angry and grumbles something I don’t exactly hear.
Then we wait… For two whole fucking hours until she fully wakes up. I’ve missed two classes.
Doc flashes his flashlight pen in her eyes.
And she goes rigid when she looks at him, it’s like she’s seen her long lost…
something. She reaches out to touch him for a minute, there’s a tension between the two of them.
Then her hand flies up to her mouth and the next minute, Riordan is getting her water and mouth wash and holding a waste basket so she can spew it out.
“Can you tell me who did that to you?” he asks, pointing to her injured hand.
She tenses, looking behind Archer over at us, but then Spooks surprises me.
She has every right to tattle on us to a person of authority that’s sitting right before her.
Her sweet caramel eyes that are rimmed red and bloodshot, heavily bagged, and I’ll just say it.
The girl looks and smells fucking awful and we did that to her.
As a collective. And she could tattle… has every right to… but she doesn’t.
“Boys, I think I should like to be with my patient alone. She obviously doesn’t feel comfortable with you in the room and won’t be speaking- “
“She doesn’t talk. Like, at all. I should be here. I can decipher her looks sometimes.” Jonas says like a good fucking puppy but Raven shakes her head.
“Looks as though she’s communicating just fine without you, Mister Anderson.” I don’t miss the way Jonas flinches when he says that, like Raven has never wanted or needed him and Jonas turns to me, dread and sadness clouding his eyes.
I hate her.
When we leave the room, we hear the lock click into place and Jonas hangs back, he looks so out of place and fucking helpless. “I’m going to wait around. I’ll catch up to you later.”
I scoff. “Seriously? You said you wouldn’t be able to handle talking to her. I’ll hang back. I’ll let you know what happens.”
Forty minutes later, Doc Archer is on his phone, holding the IV pole. He looks up at me and smiles. “Ah, good. One of her friends are still here. I just ordered her some soup from Southern Style. Could you please pick it up and have her eat it? At least half.”
“You want me to fucking babysit her?”
He arches a dark eyebrow. “No. I’m asking you to be a good friend to your very sick friend.”
Well, when he puts it like that… “She’s not my friend. She’s the girl my best friend was fucking.”
“Ah, and you’re jealous you didn’t get to, is that right, Mister Prescott?”
“Absolutely not.” I half-lie.
“Get her the fucking soup. Be the gentleman of caliber your parents raised you to be and help her out without trying to rape her.”
I make a disgusted face. “I wouldn’t touch Raven Monroe with a ten-foot-pole.”
“No, but you’d get close enough to try and break her hand, wouldn’t you?”
All the blood drains from my face. “She’s a fucking liar.” I rasp.
“She didn’t tell me anything, Chase. Your demeanor did.
I watched the way you tensed up when I asked her in the room who did it to her, through the mirror on her vanity and then heard when you sighed a breath of relief.
I’m a psychiatrist, Prescott. My entire career is spent analyzing behaviors in humans.
Get her the goddamn soup. And had she told me you were the one who did it, make no mistake, I would have called the authorities myself. ” He walks away shaking his head.
Twenty-five minutes later, I knock on her door but then, fuck that. I’m striding into her room, goddamn soup in hand.
I hold my breath when I see her in nothing but her RMU sweatshirt and panties, looking for pants. I tell her not to bother, to get into bed so she can eat the fucking soup. She bends over and crawls back in bed, those white panties clawing themselves into my spank bank.
She looks better. Not the best… but better with the IV juice. I sit on her bed, back against her headboard and turn her TV on. If I’m going to have to babysit, I’m at least going to enjoy it.
I hand her the container but she looks sick just looking at it when she opens it.
I prove I didn’t poison her food for the second time in one day, (the soup is fucking delicious) and when I hand her back the spoon, letting her know it wouldn’t have herpes because I don’t eat pussy unless I’m really into someone, she chucks it across the room like a fucking toddler.
Anger bubbles up my chest and I blink at her.
“You’re fucking infuriating. I can’t believe I got put on babysitting duty.
” Again , I leave out. But just to fuck with her, because psychological warfare or whatever, I end up saying, “I could be upstairs getting laid right now. Cecilia is always hot and willing and readily available for me to sink my cock into her. Any hole me or Jonas want.”
Damn, whatever the head doctor said to her was good.
She doesn’t even flinch. I grab the spoon, wash it, and then watch her eat from my periphery, the first spoonful that goes into her mouth, I can almost hear her moan, her eyes shut and her head tilts back, letting the flavors settle over tongue.
I know the soup is delicious… but she makes it look like it’s the best thing she’s ever eaten.
Like she’s been transported back in time when her life was good.
Before she was almost murdered by the Syndicate and she could talk.
She does it with each bite and soon my cock is hard watching this creature eat and my stomach grumbles.
I try to take it away from her but then she leaps out of bed, and I follow.
When she puts it above her head, it’s almost too easy.
She’s five-foot-nothing compared to me. But then she swipes it and puts it behind her and my football trained, eyes-always-on-the prize hands follow.
And soon, I’m so close to her. I’m too close to her and she smells divine and her beautiful little face is a hair away from mine and I feel this…
static spark between us and suddenly the TV is too loud and too quiet and her perfect lips are so close, her hips are in my hands and her warm cinnamon eyes are wide and her chest is heaving against mine and it feels like a sin to be away from her.