Worse for Hope- Book #2 in the WF Series

Chapter 29: Sick

✿Bethane's POV:✿

I called in sick for work today since I don't feel like getting out of my bed for the rest of my life.

He said he was sorry. That doesn't excuse what he did. He looked like he meant it. He was about to tell me that he lo-he was lying. It was all a big lie. God, why won't that stick in my mind?

I stay in bed, thinking like this for hours.

I grab my laptop at around three o clock, deciding to watch something for the first time in what feels like forever to get my mind off of the fact that I'm not being productive.

Three episodes of Teen Wolf later, and it's already been two hours. The sun is brightly shining and I want it to go away. I love sunshine usually. I would much rather have sunny days than rainy ones. Right now though, I want it to be dark, I want to fall asleep, and I want to go back to normal the next morning.

Alaiya; Roman's for sure-to-be future girlfriend texts me, and we end up talking about a few things. I tell her that I'm not feeling good because she asked me how my day at work is going. When we first met, we actually spoke a few times and got to know each other. I know that she wants to work for a publishing company and she knows that I want to become a lawyer.

If I'm being completely honest, I think Roman needs someone like her in the nicest way possible. Look, Roman hates emotions, happiness, smiling...you get the picture. Alaiya, on the other hand, is very...smiley if that's a word. When I told her I wanted to become a lawyer, she was as happy for me as someone who had known me for years would be. She's super sweet and let's not forget gorgeous. Basically, she's one of those people that you meet and somehow know that they're a genuine person.

As Alaiya is telling me about a book I had an interest in reading, somebody knocks on my door a little aggressively.

Not now.

"I'm sick," I hope that'll send him away.

"I know, I got your text." Oh, right. I texted him to ask where he kept the painkillers for my headache this morning. So why is he at my door? Doesn't being sick tell everybody to not come near the person?

"Can I come in?"

"No," I quickly voice.

"I never knock anyway." He pushes open the door, resulting in a sigh to come out of my mouth.

He oddly doesn't enter when the door is fully open. Instead, he exits the frame and then finally comes in. And that's when I see the tray in his hands.

My eyes go wide.

No, he didn't.

"I made soup, tea with honey, and bought some crackers just in case you feel like throwing up." He sets the tray in my lap after I've sat up, still in a state of shock. "Oh." He remembers to put the cilantro on top which was sitting on a napkin.

I don't know whether to cry from how sweet this is or hug him for treating me like this even after what happened last night. Or I could do what I should be doing which is be mad at him for making me feel either of those things.

"Thank you." I can't be mad at him. I genuinely do appreciate his kind gesture since he really didn't have to make me all of this.

His eyes look down at me with a sweet smile, nodding as a way of saying you're welcome. I smile back at him to show that I actually mean my words.

Surprisingly, because Rider's apparently full of surprises today, he doesn't say another word. He just turns on his heels and walks to the door.

I can't deny the irking feeling inside me that wants him to stay, and before I can stop myself, the words have already been said.