Chapter 50
Chapter
Fifty
I’m so tired. I know I’ve slept for days, but I just can’t seem to stay awake. Wrath was true to his word and has not left me since I’ve been here. Every time I’ve opened my eyes, he’s either on the bed holding me or on the chair right next to me holding my hand.
It broke my heart when he lost it and kicked me out of the clubhouse. I knew I was falling for him, but I hadn’t realised just how much until that moment. Every time I’ve woken up, he’s apologised; he keeps saying that, he was an arsehole and that he knows I’ll never forgive him. I’ve not put his mind at ease, because the truth is who knows if I would have forgiven him. I can’t think about that right now. I’m still healing physically; the doctors have said that they think I should be able to go home in a couple of days. I think Wrath may have something to do with me being kept here. I asked last night why I was being kept in, and they just said I needed to stay in for observations. I’d heard him talking to Nitro, saying that he was worried about my head injury and that he wanted the doctors to give me another MRI just be sure that I was healing ok.
I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the bright lights. A wave of panic rushes through me when I realise that Wrath isn’t in the room. Nobody is. This is the first that I’ve been truly alone since the attack. My body starts to shake, and my heart starts to race. Heat prickles over my skin, and I think I’m going to vomit.
The room begins to spin. Feeling like I can’t breathe, I heave in what little air I can. Oh, God, I really can’t breathe; what if no one comes to check on me, and I can’t catch my breath? What if they come back? Oh, God, I haven’t told anyone who it was. What if they are out there in the waiting room with the rest of the brothers, pretending to care? Oh shit, what if Wrath has gone home and left them out there to ‘protect me’. Tears stream down my face, and my mind goes into overdrive.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Wrath races over to me, followed by Nitro and Tongue. Black spots are forming in my eyes, and everything begins to blur. Wrath grabs me and pulls me into him. I can feel him rubbing my back and I know he’s saying something, but I can’t make out what it is, it feels like his trying to talk to me under water.
How can I tell him that it was one of his brothers that did this to me? They said I would destroy the club if I ever told anyone about them. When they realised I was never going to believe that Wrath ordered them to hurt me, they tried to tell me that I would ruin his world if it got out what they did. That I would tear not only the London Chapter apart but the others too. I let out a sob when I think of the brothers, all of the guys from the Newcastle chapter, Juggler and Griff, and the Manchester boys. I can’t ruin their lives. I can’t destroy everything they’ve worked so hard to build.
But how do I go on without telling anyone? I know once he thinks I’m a little more stable, he’s going to ask me who did this, and he’s going to ask me to tell him everything. I don’t want their worlds to crumble because of me. But I also don’t want to lie. I can’t lie.
Being in his arms brings me peace. I feel safe with him. I can feel the panic starting to wane slightly, and my vision begins to return. I scrunch my eyes one last time before opening them and sobbing when I see my dad standing at the foot of the bed. I hold my hand out, and he rushes over to me, pushing Wrath out of the way and taking up his spot. I see Wrath’s face fall, and I feel a moment of guilt as I blurt out, “Dad, take me home.”
My dad tenses as Wrath’s posture stiffens.
“Sweetheart. If you’re sure, I’ll take you home, but maybe you should take a couple of days to think about it,” my dad says to me quietly. Both Wrath and Tongue are watching me, waiting for my response, but Nitro’s gaze is fixed on Wrath as he steps closer to him.
I shake my head. “Please. I’m sure.” I let out a sob. I don’t want to go home, but I can’t tell them who did this.
“Ok, kiddo. I’ll take you home as soon as you’re discharged.” My dad agrees, although he doesn’t sound too sure.
I watch as so many emotions play across Wrath’s face. Then I see him curl is fingers into a fist before stealing himself. I see him swallow and then give me the smallest of nods before turning his back and leaving. Nitro moves toward me and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll be back,” he tells me and then follows Wrath. I turn to Tongue, waiting for him to leave, but he takes a seat on the other side of my bed and grabs a hold of my hand.
“I don’t think you want to leave.”
“I have to,” I cry at him, but he shakes his head.
He looks up at my dad and then back to me.
“Please stay?” he begs, and my heart breaks a little more.
I’m so confused, this is messing with my head, and I can feel the panic rising once again. But before it has a chance to take hold, my dad speaks. “Tongue, we should let her rest.” Tongue nods and then places a kiss on my cheek, but he doesn’t leave. He just leans back in his chair, folding his arms.
My dad chuckles, placing a kiss on my head and smiling at Tongue before heading out the door and leaving me to get some rest.