I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 39

Darson's POV

"Darson just try the soup. It's good for you." I push my mother's hand away. Mother hasn't fed me since elementary school. It's weird to watch her spoon feed me.

"My hand is completely fine. I can feed myself." Actually, my right hand hurts. The bullet got me right in my upper right shoulder. Hurts like a bitch but I'd rather drag through the pain than endure this. My mother is going to have way too much fun feeding me.

Mother gives me a scolding look. "I'm not hungry anyway. Leave it on the table. Khara will feed me later." I assure her and she smiles.

"Someone spare me from this Khara nightmare." I almost forgot that he is here. "This is why I taught you to date books and not girls in high school. Imagine if you were this dumb back then." Father shakes his head. He is leaning against the wall on the same side as the door.

"Well, I'm surprised you're here father. What? Are you lost in REM?" Mother nudges me.

"Why wouldn't I be here? You're always going to be my son." I fight the urge to roll me eyes.

"I figured since you weren't there when I fell off that slide and almost broke my neck in Elementary school that this wouldn't be much different." I say casually. He snorts. "Oh and that 'I'm so worried about my son. Poor me' speech you fed the press could've used a second take. It doesn't suit you and your acting hasn't gotten any better over the years."

"Darson." Mother's stare dare me to continue. I look away and cross my hands over my chest.

"I'm a bit sad that you think I don't care about you." My father frowns but I don't miss the insincerity in his voice.

"Aww, poor you." My sarcasm is evident. "I believe you cared about me father. Really. But somewhere along the way I think you've learnt to care more for yourself. It's not necessarily a bad thing but there's a toxicity to yours that I just can't stand." He has screwed me over way too many times to remain on top. I always pretended I didn't know it was all him because I told myself it was just a bad decision. A defense mechanism.

He doesn't say a word. His silence proves just how right I am. "There's no partnership that is going to happen between our companies, father. I know that's why you're here so I decided to cut to the chase so you can go back to what you actually care about. Your company."

Mother shakes her head. "You two are ridiculous"

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Where is Khara? I'm bored. How long does it take to retrieve underwear?

The room door opens and I quickly turn in hopes of seeing Khara.

My hands tighten on the white bedsheets as my jaws clench. Who made him a doctor?

I watch as he walks across the room and toward my drips. I pull the drips and glare at him. "Relax, Darson. Sure, my aim was a bit off but if I really did wanted to kill you I would've done it already." He checks my drips. "In fact, you're a dead man alive. All I had to do was end you after the other doctors left. Finish the job I failed to complete with a single bullet." He's even more psychotic than when I last saw him. "You don't get to live and my brother die."

"I didn't push him. You know that. You saw the tape." Security cameras caught it.

"You made Lydia come between your friendship. So much for brotherhood." He actually looks angry. "I have to admit though. Khara didn't deserve to be hauled in ongoing traffic. I may have been impulsive. No really, she seems like a nice person." I place a hand over my wound. It is paining me more and more.