Once a Dare leads to Love (BOOK 1)

|73|Gone...|

Eric P.O.V

It had been five fucking days in merely freakin' torture. Skylee was still unconscious. Doctors had given up hope. According to them, there was only a chance of her survival, if only she wake up. And... She hadn't up until yet. 

I had been watching her breaths becoming shallow and slow, her skin turning paler, and with the speed, she was getting weak that her facial bones had become so prominent. It just pierced my heart every time I look at her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to hold her hand and beg her to come back to me. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't live without her. I wanted to tell her I missed her so much. I wanted to tell her that I love her and I would die without her. But... It was like I could never tell her that...

Doctors didn't let anyone go inside her room. It was just so... Hopeless. Everyone had lost hope. It was like... They all were waiting for the doctor to show up anytime and announced her death. It was like... She was already gone and everyone had believed it.

But I didn't. I knew she could never leave me like that. No matter what the Doctors said. I believed her. She would fight out of this.

With a sigh, I sat inside Burak's car. The ignition soon came alive and I put the Porsche over the road. It was past midnight. The road was silent just like my mind, but my heart was restless.

A sigh escaped my lips when I stopped in front of the hospital. I was restless for many days now, but right now I was feeling more... Restless? I didn't know how to explain this. There was a weird knot in my stomach that just don't go away. A weird gut feeling that dragged my ass here. Mr. Kingston won't appreciate my presence here at this time of the night.

I still shuddered at the memory when Skylee's family came to the hospital. We had Burak pinned and the way Mr. Demir Kingston's gaze traveled from us to our hands that were holding Burak was like a death of me. He practically glared at all of us. So the first impression with my girlfriend's father was like jump down the hill.

His dislike went on another level when he figured it was me who had beaten up Burak that brutally.

Mrs. Octavia Vincent Kingston, Skylee's mother was a nice woman though. Her cries literally broke my heart. Her sobs were the only thing that echoed in the I.C.U ward. It was so hard to calm her down. In the end, her husband had to take her out of the hospital by force because the nurse keep on reminding us 'Don't make so much noise here. We can understand your position but please, there are other patients too'.

Then there was Mr. Demitri Kingston, and his wife Aergul Yilmaz, there were Burak's parents. They were the ones who took care of everything from media to the rush of reporters outside the hospital. Skylee's news of being shoot was like a fire in the wild. I was so angry at the way reporters threw different stupid questions whenever we would leave the hospital or came in. If not for Zack, who held me back every time I clenched my fist with the determination to knock a reporter with a stupid mouth, I would have got into trouble.

Eventually, it was Burak who lost his calm and knocked a reporter and threaten all of them. We didn't saw any reporters outside the hospital after that. Surely this news also got viral way too much because he had always been the 'Cool Kingston kid'. But we were at a point where we were alive like zombies. No one cared about how much that issue became a scandal.

Skylee's father had asked Charlotte Vincent Olsen, Clara's mother, to look after us, all of the children. He made sure we all go to the hotel to rest and eat properly. I had a little argument with him over that.

"I'm not going anywhere." I was angry at nothing in particular. 

"That's because?" He had a blank look plastered over his face. I thought he was only capable of showing anger and consoling his wife until I saw him crying alone at the rooftop of the hospital.