Addicted ~ Nate Jacobs

Chapter Fifty-Three

OKAY EVERYONE. I CAVED AND UPLOADED BOTH IN ONE NIGHT. IM TOO EXCITED.

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Nate Jacobs was in love.

But with who?

Who was he in love with?

He was laying on the ground, covered in blood and could barely see or hear, but could just barely make out the three women standing over him.

Three women that he had fucked up in one way or another.

Three women he led on.

Three women that he in some way, admired, or lusted over.

But there was another girl that he loved that he didn't even know about. Until he had the fucking dream.

He was never in love with Maddy. Ever. He loved her, but he wasn't in love with her.

And he definitely wasn't in love with Cassie. The chase was fun, he will admit, but she was too sensitive. And he knew that was going to be an issue later on. Because the way she was looking at him was not good. That was a look of someone falling in love.

And he was only in love with one person.

He could hear her screaming his name. And she kept fading in and out of view.

Come back.

Come back.

And her face came into view. And he smiled. Well, he thought he smiled, but he didn't. He felt her put her fingers on his neck, checking for his pulse. Couldn't she see that he was awake? He could see her, so why did she think he was dead?

He couldn't see her big brown eyes through the tears that poured down her face. And he wanted to see them.

Eyes filled with milk chocolate and happiness on a cloudy day. Eyes with hope, no matter the situation, but he couldn't see them now. Eyes he got lost in every time he gazed into them. Eyes he took for granted.

The eyes he was so deeply in love with.

But he fucked everything up. And he knew he would lose her at some point. He fucked up too hard. He knew that Cassie wouldn't be able to keep it to herself, he didn't blame her, but he put himself in this situation and he had no fucking way out.

He heard her say that she loved him. And she was crying over him. Didn't she know that everything was going to be fine? She was going to be fine. She's the strongest person he knew, and yet the worst always happened to her.

I love you too.

I'm so in love with you.

Then she was gone from his view and the next thing he knew was he was being carried and then he was in a car.

His head was on Sophie's lap and he assumed it was her hand he was holding and he squeezed it.

Then he was on a stretcher. He heard Brenda's voice comforting Sophie. And then he saw her face pop into view.

"We've got you, okay Nate?" Brenda said, "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."

He squeezed her hand.

And she smiled, "Good, okay, that's good."

Nate faded in and out over the next few hours. Well, he assumed it was hours. He couldn't exactly see the clock because his eyes were so swollen, but he just assumed. He knew he got a bunch of stitches, he felt the pulling and tugging of it. And they wrapped his head with something, probably gauze. For awhile, he had an oxygen mask on but it was gone now, so that was good, right?