Bruise Me Twice (Twice #3)

Chapter 13

                                                                                  Brookyln

I felt my hand in another's. It felt familiar. I wanted to get up and tell him it's alright as I felt drops of tears fell on my hand, but I was trapped in a dark room. No exit, no light. Nothing.

Was I dead?

I didn't know. All I knew was I had to get out of the room, I had to fight. Not for me, but him. As much as I hated myself, I wouldn't leave him.

I felt a wall, pressing me to another wall as it pressed me against it even more. I couldn't let it crush me. It came closer and closer to me as I tried to find something to hold it back but it was pitch black. I tried to hold the wall back with all the strength but it just came closer to me. It was now or never, I pushed it back with all the strength I could muster up, the wall went back slightly. I kept pushing, ignoring the fact that my hands would break. I ignored the sharp pain that went over my body as I kept going, working harder than I ever had push the barrier that determined my life.

Finally, the wall went back, giving me more room to stretch out. I saw a patch of light from a far end of a tunnel that wasn't there before. It was a long distance but I kept running, not stopping until my skin met the light. My legs ached, telling me to stop but my heart told me not to. I listened to my heat instead and kept going, not bearing to stop. The light got closer and closer to me. I should have slowed down, but the adrenaline was pumping my veins, making me increase my pace.

I came to a halt as I was one step away. I made it.

I slowly stepped in as the bright light burnt my eyes. I kept walking, this wasn't my room. It was just bright. Empty and cold.

Was I too late?

I looked around helplessly, hoping to find something that was familiar when a figure walked up to me. It was familiar. The hair, the eyes and most of all, the smile.

Christian.

"Brooklyn" He said, keeping a distance between us

"I'm proud of you, but keep walking, don't give up" He said as he faded away

I took his advice and kept walking until the light drew dimmer and dimmer. It wasn't dark nor was it as bright as it was before.

I creaked my eyes open to the feeling of a hand closing around mine. The first thing I saw was his face. Worried and troubled. His eyes were bare and empty, with no such feeling in them. He looked sleep deprived. His hair was tousled and a mess.

"V-Vaughn" I croaked, informing him of my presence

His face lit up at my single word as I tried to get up but the wires around me were trapping me.

"Thank god you're alive, I-I thought you wouldn't make it" He said, his eyes filled with tears

"Hey, I'm alright now" I said, sitting up and caressing his cheek

"You should lay down I'll get the doctor" He said, his hand closing around mine as he got up and left after giving me a smile

The doctor ran a few tests, checking my pulse a load of other things I never understood until he left us alone.

"How long have I been here?" I asked Vaughn

"3 days" He said, taking a seat beside me

"Why, why would you be so reckless" He said, his voice was now distant

"Let's just let go of it" I said

"Let go of it? You almost died in my arms, because of me" He said gravely

"Please, don't go there, I forgive you"

"Why, I don't deserve it, you almost died because of me, I can't let that happen again" He said as I knew what he meant

"Don't Vaughn" I warned "Don't do this, this wasn't about you, I was stupid for doing that but don't think it was your fault"

"You'd be safer without me Brooklyn" He said as he left me with my thoughts drowning out all the sound

It was two whole days since that night. 48 hours since he left and never came back. I was allowed to leave the hospital under supervision from somebody. Conan, Bella, Mateo and Audrey came to see me but it wasn't the same without Vaughn there. I was once again alone, frankly it happens too many times to count. I was ready to love him again, but he left me for a different reason. It wasn't because he didn't love me, what he did proved that he loved me more than I thought; more than any person could ever. It was one to leave a person for themselves, but it was so much more when they left for you. Now I knew that he was willing to risk his own happiness for my safety, I knew he did truly love me. And I also knew that he wanted me alive and without him rather than with him and then gone. But the only danger of being with him was falling too hard. I never feared him for who he was, the only thing I feared is if I fell too hard for him.