Into oblivion

Cold

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-Nicholas pov-

I haven't left her side once just in case she woke up, I don't know what it is and everyone's fascination with this girl. I simply don't see it, and yet i find myself completely bewitched by her.

"Bane" Larry whispers handing me some food but I don't take it, I'm not in the mood for food or anything else for that matter "she'll wake up"

"For yours and everyone else's sake I hope you're right" Max says standing behind Larry. Where the fuck did he come from, Larry swallows heavily before adjusting his round glasses that have sunken from the amount of sweat falling of him.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me" he walks off shaking, truth is I would never hurt a kid, ever. Saying that to him was a low blow even from me.

"How is she" Max takes a seat in front of me with Mia in the middle.

"I don't care how she is" I reply honestly, well as honest as a lie can get.

"Right.....and is that why you've been in here since last night?"

I clench my teeth to stop me from yelling at him just in case Mia can hear.

"Look, I didn't come here to piss you off but you told me to keep tabs on Marco and I did, he's downstairs asking if he will be seeing you tonight"

"No cancel it "

"Already did, just wanted an excuse to see how my mini me was doing" he lightly smiles, his finger lift the cover where the clean bandage is tightly wrapped around her thigh "these pricks really want that drive huh, poor girl"

I sigh rubbing my tired eyes awake "how am I meant to keep her safe Max, every time I leave she nearly dies"

"Call me captain obvious but maybe stop leaving her?" He deadpans, hate that he's right but most of all I hate that I can't do that even I tried.

"I can't, you know I can't"

"Bane"

"Leave it Max, please"

He nods, setting a hand on my shoulder before disappearing. I know he wants to tell me that I'm being an idiot and it's true, I am, but Donte can't lose her. Max thinks that if I keep her closer she'll be safer, he couldn't be more wrong, people die when they rely one me. The day my mom got sick was the day Donte never looked at me the same.

I was supposed to look after her while she rested, but I was young and exhausted from the countless nights and days of no sleep and as I made the mistake of letting my eyes close, I woke up holding onto her dead body. That's when falling asleep became more difficult than defusing a bomb with oil covered hands.

When I come out of my thoughts I'm met with her brown eyes staring at me with something I haven't seen before. This moment feels raw, simply two human beings looking into each other knowing that they're fucked beyond repair. I haven't felt this calm in many years, its a dangerous feeling.

"Hey" she smiles at me, her light hair lays scattered about the bed yet she still looks perfect, she always does. Her voice is the type you wanna hear at every second of every day.

I stand up without another word and walk out.

I wont ruin her.

"She's awake" I tell Larry catching him off guard, he runs in as soon as I leave the room.

I grab my phone out my pocket dialing her number, she picks up almost immediately "Sires hotel at nine"

"I'll be there baby" her voice sounds nothing like Mia's, it's more rough and long as where with Mia it's soothing and euphoric. I hang up before I can change my mind and head to get changed, I need to fuck whatever this bullshit is out of my system, now.