Loveless

Book Two

Prologue

Luck. Something I've never had. It never went hand in hand with my life. Never been a character trait. Never wanted it to be.
Luck goes along with hope. Things I never needed. You see I knew I'd never amount to much in life. Didn't have big dreams. I didn't even have a plan. I was a decent human by most means. I just didn't care.

That's the thing about irony though. The ones who are the worse off end up with the purest beacons. Except this isn't one of those stories. This is the exact opposite. It's a story about lost love. Make believe. Pain.

Things that do define me I guess. Or as she calls it loveless.

I've never been a man of my word. Never wanted to change who I was. Until her. She got under my skin. Shut me out. Pushed me away and cast me as the bad guy.

I guess that's really when I decided to turn to god. Because he set me on my path for a reason and he wasn't done with me just yet.

CHAPTER 1
Kane

21 years old

To say that I never thought I'd live to see another day was an understatement you'd be wrong. I wasn't one for dramatics. That wasn't me. So when I started coming around and felt a tube down my throat I panicked. Ripping at it gruffly until a hand stopped me.

Opening my eyes I see a doctor speaking.

"Relax. Take a deep breath for me and I'll get this right out." Nodding once I calmed myself enough to let her work.

She helps me sit up and smiles.

"Where am I?" I ask looking around.

"Mercy Hospital in Florida. I've called your friend. He's on route now. He's been here so much. You scared us Mr. Evan."

Cal. She's talking about Callan. Looking outside I see it's dark out now.

"How long have I been here?" I ask after a drink of water.

"Two years." She says knocking the wind out of me. "In the morning we'll run tests and scans. See where we're at and how to move forward."

"How am I alive?" I ask looking at her.

"By the grace of god I assume. You were pretty far gone when you got here. We weren't sure you'd come around at all. There was some complications though."

"What kind of complications?" I wasn't sure I was ready to know though. Not really. Not with the trajectory of the bullets I took.

"A few of the bullets caused severe damage. With a lot of physical therapy we're hoping you'll be able to walk again in a year."

"I can't feel my legs." I say suddenly. But obviously she knew this from what she just said.

"Let's start with the fact that you're miraculously alive."

Nodding my head I blow out a breath. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The door bursts open and Cal and Em walk in holding hands. I guess I'm not surprised.