The One (17+ Mature Readers Only!!)[ongoing]

Chapter Nine: Everything according to plan

It's crazy...... My birthday is tomorrow! I'm going to be considered an adult by 7am tomorrow. I laid in bed for a while until my alarm clock went off. I woke Miguel up for breakfast as I took a shower and got dressed. I just put on my old grey t-shirt and black leggings, tied my hair up into a messy bun and left a few of my dark brown strands out in the front. I put my glasses on and headed out the door with my brother. I dropped him off and headed to school. As I was listening to my music I closed my eyes and thought about the next chapter of my life. Adulthood, also what Brandon was going to do about my family situation. I don't understand why he cares so much about us. He has nothing to do with the drama in my family so why help us? What is he getting out of it? It might sound crazy but I think he might be doing this for me- "AHHH" suddenly I was tackled and pushed to the ground. Everything went blurry and I could see blurs of people over me and car horns beeping. I looked over to my left to see the person who pushed me. It wasn't clear but some features were recognizable. Heard the person ask if I was alright. I tried to speak but nothing came out then out of nowhere it went dark.

I woke up, squinting my eyes because of the bright lights. "Here this might help" I heard a voice say moments before the voice put on my glasses and my vision became clear. "W..where am I? What happened?!...OH NO WHERE'S MIGUEL?!" I yelled but my voice came out raspy because of the pain In my throat but there was much more pain in my left arm. I looked over and saw a cast. "You broke your arm during the fall and punctured your windpipe if you were wondering why you were experiencing any pain in your throat. I couldn't believe my eyes, Brandon was standing right in front of the hospital bed with a furious face. "What the hell were you thinking?! Not paying attention to where you were going! You walked directly in the middle of the street, you almost got hit by a car! You were being completely irresponsible!" He yelled pacing back and forth. I suddenly became boiling rage . Who is he to tell me I was being irresponsible?! I am fully capable of taking care of myself and my family. He had absolutely no right to talk to me like that! "If it wasn't for me you would've died today, do you understand that?!" He yelled. "I'm fully aware of that, so stop talking to me like I'm a little kid. No one asked you to help me and my Family, no one asked to to send money and gifts that I didn't ask for nor needed, no one fucking told you to save me you should've just minded your business and let the stupid car hit me and go back to your stupid and perfect wealthy life" I yelled.

"I may be wealthy but my life isn't perfect, its just as fucked up as yours, if not even worse!" He said as he came closer to me. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. "That's bullshit.". " You think I wanted to save you?! I could've just kicked you out of my building myself all those years ago, but I didn't. I didn't save you because I felt guilty, I saved you because you were me. I was curious and innocent and I let life bite me in the ass until I realized everyone is alone in this goddamn world. No one is going to take pity on you just because you are homeless or poor and if someone does it's only because they want something out of it" he said, then he sighed and sat on the side of the bed and placed his hand on mine. I felt a shiver go up my spine the moment he touched me. It felt like electricity. This is crazy, I...I think I'm in love with this man! "Cori, I see something special in you that I've never seen in someone else '' he said. I felt my cheeks heating up as we locked eyes for a moment. He started to lean into me, changing his gaze onto my lips. I was frozen as a rock. Oh god is he going to kiss me? Our faces were inches apart. I could feel our breaths mixing together.

Suddenly the door swings open "oh mi pobre niña! Cori what on earth happened?!" My mother said rushing towards me, Brandon moved away quickly and my mom started squeezing the life out of me. "Oh mi vida I was so worried about you. How do you feel?" She said, still holding me close. "I'm fine mom, where's Miguel?". "He's still in school but I called your father to-''. "What?!" I yelled sitting up immediately, "Why the hell did you do that?". Brandon looked confused " am I missing something here? What's so bad about your father?" He asked. Just at the right time the person I didn't want to see the most swing the door open. "What the fuck happened to you and why am I getting called to the hospital at work because my daughter was injured due to an accident in the middle of the day?!" My father said, He looked furious, the same face I could never forget years ago when he attacked my mom. "Marcus! What on earth are you doing here?" My mom said, "But I thought you said you called him?" I looked at her confused. " Yes, I did. After Brandon called me I didn't want to have a madhouse so I told him that he needed to pick Miguel up from school because you were busy" she said. Her voice was shaky, I could tell she felt uncomfortable with my dad's tense presence. "I called him". All eyes turned to Brandon in confusion. "What? Why did you do that?" I said. "Well I was worried and legally he is your guardian so it should be his responsibility to care for you" Brandon responded. I was furious with him but he was correct, my dad is my legal guardian. As if tomorrow I will be 18 and I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore, my only question is...what about Miguel?