The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [COMPLETED]

Ready

April

I watched helplessly as Jayson cut the call and put my phone back in his pocket.




"Oh, I didn't know you were awake." He said taking a seat on the couch in front of my bed as I stared at him blankly. There was nothing I could do.




My panic attack was so severe that I was unconscious for several hours. It really scared my Dad, and I couldn't blame him. Everyone else kind of had an idea that I started getting panic attacks since my freshman year. Honestly even I didn't know it could get so serious.




While I was unconscious Dad had come up with an idea to give us some time for preparing against Uncle George.




He had discussed it with Uncle and decided that he would wait until Christian was completely healed and then would try to capture him. The reason was outrageous, but it was the only way to persuade him.




Dad knew his brother well. He knew how he enjoyed torturing people and then heal them and torture them again. Christian was already in a bad shape. Uncle wouldn't enjoy torturing him while his body was beaten up like that and would end up killing him which for some reason uncle wanted to avoid.




When I listened to him how he easily convinced uncle with this logic and how happy it made him I almost threw up.




So he was now going to wait until Christian is completely healed which could take from six months to almost a year according to what Dad had found out.




He was injured at various places and had three bullets in his body when he was admitted in the hospital. It made me nervous even thinking about it. The doctor had advised me not to think about it so no one talked about it around me and I was not allowed to talk to him. Jayson has been taking his calls and from what I heard just now he was taking it way too far.




It must be killing Christian to hear something like that.




"Why would you say something like that?" I glared at him for saying unnecessary things.




"You're not going to talk to him for a while right? What's wrong with what I said then?" He nonchalantly asked as if I was stupid or something.




"Jayson, I see what your are doing. Stop torturing him by saying something like that. He might believe you because I am actually not going to talk to him." I bit my lip so that no curses left my mouth.




"Relax. Don't get worked up. Remember what Doctor has said?"




I closed my eyes trying to ignore the bile rising in the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how pathetic I was. All I wanted was to have a normal life. I didn't wish for anything grand at all as long as I remember. Why can't I have at least a little bit of peace?




"Damn. Doesn't he know when to give up? He's been calling continuously for about ten minutes now." Jayson said glancing at the vibrating phone in his hand. My phone.




"Turn if off." My heart sunk at my own words. At How ungrateful was I being towards the person who had saved my life for more than once. Who had cared for me for no reason. Who, I was in love with.




Next morning I was released but Dad asked me to stay with him and Austin. In this hellhole. I had to agree as I didn't have anywhere else to go. I couldn't stay alone at my own house. I had already given a lot of trouble to Leah and more importantly Lara Anderson knew that location who was an unpredictable freak and she could try to kidnap me again.




"I'm sorry sweetheart. I've asked a lot from you." Dad said as he dropped one more box of my stuff into the room he was admitted in. It was not really a hospital room because it had a coffee table, two closets and a huge leather couch in front of which there was a large LED television placed.




"I'm doing it for him. I know this is the only way we can trick Uncle. I don't want to see him getting hurt. Not because of me. Never again." I pushed aside the plate of spaghetti pasta. As if I could actually eat.




"I've asked some guys to keep an eye on our house. Do you need anything else from there?"




"No." Seeing my stuff here made my stomach twist.




"Honey you need to eat." Dad picked up my plate from the bedside table.




Inside me I knew I was going to hurt him emotionally. So much that he might start hating me. He might never believe me again. He might turn into someone who resents me. He might turn into my enemy.




Tears blurred my vision as I felt Dad's weight in the bed. I looked at him. "I love him Dad. Are you sure if I do this he will be safe? You will take care of Uncle right?"




"I promise." He patted my head.




That's it. I was going to do everything and anything to protect him. Even if it meant that he would never love me back. Even if it took my life. I was determined to save him this time from the monster who was eager to torture the hell of out of him.




I just hoped I would be able to do it like him. That I would be brave enough like he was when he saved me.




And of course my heart bled because I knew there was a huge possibility that we would turn into real enemies.




I just had to make sure that did not happen.




I smiled at Dad. "I'm ready to eat. Can you give my plate?"

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