MISSION BADBOY [Wattys 2015]

chapter 2

A/n] The picture is of 'Caleb lane .... as John Ryder' and a video 'see you again by wiz khalifa' :)

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John's POV

I kissed her forehead and left the room. I dint want to leave her alone. I felt like I would lose her.

The doctor leaded me to his office. I had a feeling he was about to say something serious. This whole situation wasn't giving off a good vibe.

"Well, now that Tessa is awake I wanted to tell you that she is fine, she just needs to rest for a few days." A smile immediately formed on my lips. This is the first time in 2 weeks I was genuinely smiling.

"Tessa wasn't affected much by the accident like your father but because of her head injury, her brain has become weak. Even a slight head injury in the future might cause severe damages to her brain and other body parts. You have to be very careful with her."

"Yes doctor, I promise. I will always protect her." I was relieved, it dint turn out to be as bad as I had thought it would be.

"Besides that she will be okay. You can take her home on Friday."

"Thank you so much doctor" I thanked him wholeheartedly.

I went back to Tessa's room. I saw an empty bed and I immediately panicked. I quickly started looking around for her. I saw the nurse who had given Tessa her medications earlier today.

I asked her if she knew where Tessa was and she told me that she is in our father's room. I quickly rushed to his room. I was praying that mum doesn't see her there or else she would freak out and blame Tess for everything.

I was near the room and I could hear mum shouting at Tessa. I was surprised; none of the nurses had told my mum to quiet down.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Tess fainting. I rushed to her side and held her in my rooms.

I gave my mum the disappointed look, but she dint care. She was just very angry.

I took Tessa back to her room and laid her on the bed.

This is what I was very worried about. Ever since the accident mum has been unstable and she blamed Tessa for everything. Knowing Tessa, I know that she will now also blame herself and she will never be able to forgive herself.

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Tessa's POV

i woke up I could feel my head pounding hardly.my heart was hammering against my chest. my vision was blurry,John was sitting on the stool beside my bed.as soon i could see clearly i enveloped john for a hug and I started crying. John stroked my hair and whispered comforting words into my ear. He told me everything is going to be okay and that none of it is my fault.

"But John if I had not insisted to have ice-cream at midnight. We would not have gone out and the ac..accident wouldn't have happened" I said completely ashamed.

"Little T never ever believe that it was your fault. It's fate. If something is going to happen no one can stop it and I mean no one. Please don't blame yourself for this. Dad wouldn't want you to cry and feel guilty for all this. Remember we have to stay strong for mum. U know dad is going to be all right. We just need to pray for him and stay positive.

"John u are the best brother anyone could ever have" I hugged John.

I knew John was right about the whole destiny thing because I myself strongly believe in it. But somewhere deep inside my heart some part of me still blames me for it. The word 'if' is very dangerous. For every situation there is always an 'if', it demoralizes and disappoints you.

***2 months back***

Today was the last day of school; I have a 2 month summer vacation. I absolutely detest staying at home.

After my dad had gone into coma, my mum was shattered. At times she turned into a total wreck and probably throw things aroung here and there and scream saying 'I miss you come back honey I can't stay with you'. When she does that I feel awfully guilty. I am the reason behind this side of her. Elena and I wouldn't come out of my room. After mum changed we didn't want her to get more furious specially after seeing me, Elena started staying with me in my room. She was scared of mum, heck even I was afraid at times.

She had become an alcoholic and she took lots of anti-depressants. She would only go to visit my father when she was sober. She would also come quite late from work or not show up. If she would go she would make sure she got sober enough as she doesn't like mixing her work issues with her personal issues and no one has ever questioned it. Even after all these catastrophe I can say that her business woman-ship has not faded. She always leaves and impression where ever she goes. She inspires me A LOT!!

My relation with her is not at it's best. We have developed a kind of distinction between us and our relation which needs reformation. Elena talks to mom whenever she is not a wreck but I on the other hand is keeping away until everything gets sorted out cause as it is she already disdains seeing me and being around me so I shouldn't make it any worse. We seldom talk because she still believes I am responsible for my father's condition. Every time she says those words my heart breaks into a million diminutive bits.

We couldn't tell john because he would get very mad at mom and we didn't want to see mom hurt more than what she already is because to say he would let mom live with hitting us would be a white lie. And Elena and I didn't want to bother him with this little dispute as he was in university in the middle of his studies for his final exam.

All I hope and wish with my heart crossed is my relation with my mum to become normal like before. I want us to become the bestest of friends and share everything like before.

The question is .... But When?