He Thinks He's the Best - J.H

Chapter 9

⚠️⚠️ talks of suicide and graphic descriptions

Roxy pov

Today's the day. I've finally tied up my loose ends. Everything is in order. My will is on my kitchen counter, and I'm sat in my bedroom.

It's been five days since I spoke to Jaden in Central Park. For some reason I still feel a small pang in my heat when I think of him, but I can't keep doing this to myself. I've set the plan into motion. I've just got one last part left to perform.

So that's why I'm sat here in my bathroom. I have my water running. The bath is filling and I'm here staring at my reflection. I decided that while the water was still filling, I'd go back and check the will one more time. I needed to make sure that the last part was written correctly.

I, Roxy Hawthorne am hereby handing over my 40 million dollar profit into a bank account under the name Jaden Hossler. The only people who can access this account are the man in question and his daughter Leela Hossler. This money is not to be moved by anyone but Mr or Miss Hossler.

I've always felt for Jaden when it came to his daughter. She was conceived out of rape. His girlfriend at the time had raped him in order for her to get pregnant and trap him. What she didn't take into consideration was that she cannot drink, smoke, or do anything to put the baby in danger in the nine months that she was pregnant. I was the doctor who was on call that night and I delivered his baby. The baby was a miracle child. Her heart stopped for twenty whole minutes, but I needed to make sure that he didn't go through what he did for nothing. When I finally got her breathing again, I made sure to tend to her mother.

When I say tend, I mean to say that my anger took over for a second too long. I made a split second decision to overdose her. The drip she had contained an anaesthetic, I gave her too much drip. No one knows of this, and her cause of death was by infection. Jaden was somewhat relieved when he found that out, and I felt no guilt.

I know, I scare myself sometimes with the things I am capable of.

But because of her mother's poor decisions, Leela was born with a lot of complications. I had performed many of the surgeries that corrected the many in-corrections she had. She had only got cleared for no more surgeries almost two weeks before I had left. I did her open-heart surgery, and that was the final thing she needed done.

Because of the cost of this all, and the American system being completely fucked up, Jaden now owes the hospital over 5 million in fees. Of course being Leela's doctor, I've been giving him extensions against the hospital guidelines.

So I decided to leave him and his daughter almost all of my savings. 40 million to be exact. There's more than enough to cover the hospital bills and any late fees he'll have to pay since I've left the hospital to give him extensions. I know that the amount I've left him wildly over-exceeds the cost of the bills, but I also wanted to make sure that he had enough to put Leela through college if that be what she wanted.

Knowing that there was no mistake on the paper, I walked back to the bathroom. The bath had filled up and was ready.

I opened one of the many bottles of pills I had lying around and took the whole bottle. When I swallowed the last pill, I got into the boiling water. The burning sensation felt good on my skin, and I was finally feeling a release. I shattered my razor and removed the blades. I brought one to the surface of my skin and glided it along slowly. I watched as the wound opened and blood started to slowly amass at the slit and toppled over, dropping down my arm. I did that three more times on each wrist.

I dropped the blade on the floor and laid back. I felt the room start to spin, a sign that the pills were kicking in, and that I was losing blood at an alarming rate. But I wasn't alarmed, I was feeling calm and serene. This is all I wanted. I took one final breath, letting it out in a sigh. I felt my eyes start to droop. I closed them and let the darkness consume me one final time.

This is all I've ever wanted.

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Jaden pov

I sighed as I climbed the steps. Why the fuck is the elevator broken? I've recently come to the realisation that I'm going to have to do the one thing I've never wanted to do. I'm going to have to ask Roxy for a loan.

I didn't want to do this because she's already done so much for me and Leela with extending the fees and risking her job in the process. But she is the only person I know who has that kind of money to hand in an instant.

I had finally gotten to her floor, with my legs aching. Fuck this fucking building. I walked over to her door, but as I knocked, the door pushed open. I was confused because she never really leaves the door open.

I walked in and looked around. There was no sign of Rebel, which I was kind of relieved about because dogs scare me, but was also confused because Roxy loves that animal. I looked around and called for Roxy, but got no answer.

I was going to look in her bedroom when my name on a piece of paper on the kitchen counter caught my eye. I walked over and slowly read the contents of the paper.

I, Roxy Hawthorne am herby handing over my 40 million dollar profit into a bank account under the name Jaden Hossler. The only people who can access this account are the man in question and his daughter Leela Hossler. This money is not to be moved by anyone but Mr or Miss Hossler.

My eyes widened when I realised just how much money she's signed over. But that wasn't what I was focused on.

"Why the fuck has she written a will? Roxy!" I shouted as I ran into her bedroom. She wasn't there. I ran into her bathroom and was horrified by what I saw.

She was there, lying in the water which was now stained red. The blood was seeping through the water slowly and stained her arms. The blade lay on the floor and her arms are wrapped around her, as if she was giving herself a hug. I looked to the counter and saw an empty orange bottle.

She planned this?

I walked over and pulled the plug on the bath, and the bloody water immediately started to drain. I grabbed a hold of her body and picked her up. The blood immediately soaked through the linen of my shirt and it was no doubt on my skin. I carried her into her room and put her in the bed. I ripped the rolled sleeves of her shirt and tied them around both of her wrists to constrict the blood flow. She had a heart beat and I could still see her breathing. I wiped my forehead before pulling out my phone to call an ambulance.

I soon realised that the elevator was broken and I'd have to carry her down. I wrapped her up in a blanket to try and mask the blood that covered her body. I'm sure that won't look too good to her neighbours. I carried her down the steps as fast as I could when I heard the sirens near the building. The ambulance was outside when I made it to the first floor. I carried her to the vehicle and they put her in the gurney.

They sped off to the hospital with me right next to her. They had cut her out of the shirt she had on and started to stitch up the deep cuts she had put on herself. It was only then when I realised that she had scars covering her body.

I remember her telling me that she had scars that would never heal. I know she was talking about mental scars, but I feel like she was also talking about the scars that littered her body.

They had cut her out of the jeans she wore, and placed a temporary hospital gown over her almost naked body. Her thighs were littered with the same scars that her stomach was. It killed me to know that she did this to herself.

We had finally pulled up to the hospital. I jumped out and allowed them to wheel out the gurney. They took her straight to a room where they would pump her stomach and try to get the drugs out of her system.

They allowed me to stay with her after she had her stomach pumped. They told me she was in a comatosed state. She wasn't in a coma of any kind, but she was in a deep sleep for her body to process and cope with the damages she caused.

I had sent a message to my friend Mabel and asked her to go and pick me up a pair of my grey sweatpants and a t-shirt with a hoodie. I wasn't going to leave her side until she woke up. I wanted to ask her about the paper.

Why would she leave that much money?