Gone Girl

Chapter 36

Dominic: Come to my apartment. Derek is injured and he keeps asking to see you.

I start shaking as I read his message.

God, what happened?! If something happens to him too, I don't know if I'll survive.

Fuck, I need to call a cab now.

I arrive at Dominic's apartment and my knees are weak. I'm so scared to see Derek hurt.

Dominic opens the door as soon as I knock on it, he leads me to his room.

"What happened?!" I ask while bursting into the room looking around until I see a wounded Derek laying on the bed, he is severely injured just like Dominic said.

He has blood on his arms, his face is bruised and his lip is slightly busted.

Dominic is cleaning him up as much as he can but it isn't helping much.

"I got-" Derek starts talking and I stop him.

"No, please, rest," I say while I walk near him, grabbing his hand and despite how much he seems in pain, he looks so happy to see me.

"Why didn't you take him to the hospital?!" I scold Dominic and they both shake their heads.

"He got into a fight with Felix and his people. There is no way they can explain this to the hospital. It's better this way," says and my eyes widen.

"Why? Why did you fight them?!" I ask Derek and he is about to reply but Dominic interrupts him.

"He had to. They have been causing all of us issues, especially to you." He exhales, "Well, now he won't," he says to me and I look down, upset. Derek did this partly because of me?

I squeeze Derek's hand tighter.

I grab the disinfectant Dominic gave me and I gently clean his wounds as he groans in pain.

"It will be okay, don't worry," I try to encourage him and he doesn't take his eyes off me for a second.

"He was alone, while they were three people. Felix is a fucking coward," Dominic cusses him out and I agree, irritated.

"Why would you go there alone?" I ask him as I keep cleaning every wound.

"I was so angry- Dominic told me-" Derek tries to speak but Dominic interrupts him once again.

"He wanted to be Prince Charming and save you." He laughs and I want to smack his face.

"This is not funny," I spit.

"Well, it's true," Dominic says and I look at Derek, he doesn't even try to deny it. He seems pleased with what he did.

"You are reckless, Derek," I whisper and he gives me an innocent smile, even though he seems to be in pain with the wound he has on his lower lip.

I missed his smile so much, every day I'm not with him, I think about it. I think about everything, our lips touching after so much pent-up desire.

"I'll grab more disinfectant," Dominic says while smirking. This guy. He knows exactly what he is doing.

"I'm so happy you came," Derek tells me and I look at him, surprised.

"How could I not come if I knew you were hurting?" I say, forgetting that just a month ago I told him how I didn't care about him, but that facade falls off as soon as I see him in pain.

"So, you care about me," he affirms pleased with his realization.

Is this what I'm doing? I'll keep saying stuff I don't mean and then doing the complete opposite?