Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(42) Hate the need to hide from reality

Hope you guys are hanging in there!

Like this story, life is a mess. You just need to remember that you're not the only one and there will be those who help you stay on your feet, right when everything's falling apart, even if it's just to say: they're there and you're not alone.

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"You good?"

I bit my lip from slapping the person in front of me. I swear, if another person asks me if I'm okay, I'm going to kill them.

"Finn, let's go man."

I watched as Finn nod at me before patting my back. Then he walked away, Drake by his side with a few other boys. They'd come as soon as they heard about what happened. But, like everyone else, they had to leave, promising that they'd come by once everything's calm.

I didn't want to know how calm things will turn out.

Mostly because no one's been saying anything. He had a few ribs broken too, and they used big words to describe his crushed lungs. Then they listed the bruise he had on his arms, which weren't bad apparently because they were just scratches from when he rolled over to the side of the road.

After mum left me alone to fill the forms, I'd found a second to calm down and call Mason. He agreed to call Helena and tell her. Then, after a few more minutes to sitting there in front of the room they took Max in, Helena was rushing in, her face covered in tears, Mason and Katie behind her, equally confused and hurt.

Katie was at my side the whole time. Didn't let me go. Didn't ask anything. Mum did all the talking. The adults talked about the fees. Derek finally came after Katie called. Dad came as soon as he got off work. Helena sat on my left while Katie was permanent on my right.

Then they had Max wheeled to another room nearby. I didn't get to stand up and look closely, but he was covered in hospital clothes, things were attached to him and there were nurses covering around his bed. The doctor followed behind, explaining things to mum and dad.

Helena broke down again and I followed after.

Then, after an hour or so, the adults wanted to know what happened so badly. So I told them.

I told them that I called Max over after fighting with Katie and mum. And when we were about to meet up at the park next to the theatres, he was crossing the road when I clearly yelled out to wait.

Then I fell asleep into blankness on Katie's lap.

After what felt like forever, and it was, they were waking me up, because the doctor had walked out, saying that Max was stable and the surgery went well. He didn't say more and walked away.

Then a nurse came out and explained what was going to happen. How they were going to move him to a normal room after a few hours and we needed to stay calm. Then we were waiting again.

Helena was okay now, brushing away the few tears that kept slipping. Mum was assuring her, telling her that she told her so. That Max was okay.

I was still replaying how it'd been when I had no idea what was going to happen to him.

It was like I had no control over myself.

Thinking about Max made me think of grandma May.

I remember praying so hard to let her be normal again. I remember the days I was with her at the hospital room, every day, wishing that the next would be better.

What had been different?

I didn't know.

"Alan," mum placed a soft hand on my shoulder. "You should go home with dad."