MM • I Hate You • 18+
"You're a naughty boy. Only good boys are allowed to come"
"I am a good boy"
"You're not until you make me come"
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Juan Cruz, 21 years old, big mouth and a power bottom works in a trendy night club in Chicago. He wants to ge...
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Fuck, my head hurts. I need a minute to realize what the fuck just happened. With the strength I have left I push the air-back out of my way.
Carlos.
My God, no.
"Carlos!", I yell and try to run to his car
It's completely shattered because the truck crashed into his car. My legs are numb and I can't walk straight.
I have to call an ambulance. I- I-
"Oh my God", I hear a female voice
She looks into Carlos car and a man next to her covers her eyes. Why would he do that?
"Carlos!", my voice break
"Are you okay?", the man asks
"Yeah just- call an ambulance for him", I point to Carlos car
"Do you know him?", he asks
"He's- he's my boyfriend", I say
"Oh Lord then don't look. It's better-"
"Why? Is- is he alive?"
"He doesn't look like that", he says and calls an ambulance
My heart completely shatters and I feel the pain in my whole body. Every muscle hurts, every nerve cell burns. My skin burns like hell and I get dizzy.
I fall to the ground and try to crawl to him. This can't be true. It's not true. It can't be! Not Carlos, please not him. I can't live without him. I can't survive without him. I fucking need him!
My head feels like it's going to explode every second. My body feels so tired that I can't crawl any longer. Every god damn part of my body hurts like hell.
I break down and just hear the sirens of the ambulance. Please survive Carlos. You have to.
My lids open heavily and I feel the worse pain in my head again. Fucking hell. Everything is too bright and I need a minute to get used to it before I realize where I am.
Hospital? Oh my god Carlos!
"Oh Mr Cruz, you're awake!", a nurse says
I just can nod. God, she's too loud.
"I'll call the doctor and she'll give you something for the pain"
"What abou-?", and she's gone
Carlos, you idiot. Why would you do that? How could I forgive myself when something happened to you?
"Hello Mr Cruz, I'm Dr. O'Neil", a young woman smiles
"Hello, I'm sorry but can I have something for the headache?"
"Yes, of course", she says politely
As my headache gets better Dr. O'Neil tells me about what happened. I have a skull brain trauma, a broken rib and some scratches.
