The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [COMPLETED]

Heavy Heart

April 

It'd been three weeks since I last heard his voice and he had heard mine. Why didn't I talk to him more then? Why didn't I tell him that I was in love with him?




As the days dragged by it became harder not to think about him. The only peaceful thing was that he was alive and recovering. Dad had sent people to get information about him on a weekly basis, so I wouldn't want to go there myself.




On the other hand Austin was recovering as well but in a comparatively slow speed. He was no longer kept in the ICU but in a normal hospital room which was next to mine. Most of my time was spent taking care of him after school.




"April, you should go study." Austin stopped me when I was starting to peel an apple for him.




"What?" I asked confused. Finals were still three months away and despite whatever had happened in my life I was still able to keep up with my studies.




"I don't like to see you taking care of me all the time. There are nurses for that here." He glanced at a blonde nurse at the corner beside the window, who was writing something on her notepad. "I don't trust uncle at all. He has agreed to leave this matter for a while but what if he is doing that to fool us."




I put down the small knife and apples and considered that for a minute. Certainly that was a possibility but it had been three weeks and Uncle had not even talked about it. I haven't seen his chubby face for several days now for which I was grateful. But what if he was doing something behind our back? Like he always did. Then Dad's words came to me.




"I think he will be quiet for a while." I picked up the apples and knife again. "Because as Dad had said, uncle loves torturing people but only when they are in good health. Christian is .."




"I get it. He's in a really bad shape." Austin sighed brushing his hair with his fingers. "I just don't want to get fooled by that bastard."




"I think this time we will just have to trust Dad." I was done peeling. I put down the plate of peeled apples on the bedside table. "Can you do that?"




Austin looked surprised. "How did you? Anyway yeah, I guess I can."




I smiled. I was his sister. If course I knew what was going on in his mind. He was having hard time trusting Dad. I did too at first. I had my doubts. But he was someone our mom fell in love with and he definitely seemed to care about us a lot.




"See you later." I kissed him on the cheek. "Eat those apples, will you?"




"April" He called as I reached for the door knob.




"Yes?"




"I want you to be careful. Don't do anything without telling me. Okay?"




I grinned at him remembering how overprotective he was. He hadn't changed a bit, and that relieved me deeply.




"Okay."






***




"So how is Austin?" Leah asked as I filled up the empty seat next to hers. School had started and teachers were being intense as finals were coming up. Every now and then we had surprise quizzes and tests thrown at our faces. Leah was the most academically challenged among the three of us, so she was desperate to talk about anything besides studies.




"He's better now. He was back to being the overprotective big brother he loves to be yesterday." I pulled out my maths worksheet from the bottom of my desk.




"You better focus on your studies Leah." Jayson taunted from behind. Leah's grades had worsened during the first semester as she literally loathes studying but who doesn't? However, If she didn't want to fail this year she had to put in some efforts.




"Shut up and why do you have maths worksheet in this class." She eyed the said worksheet as if it was a time bomb.




"I had forgotten it here. We have to do it, and the submission date is today." I mumbled focusing on the last set of problems. We were in English and as far as I knew we didn't have any quizzes for today.




"What?" Leah shook my shoulder.




"What?" I shrugged. She was supposed to be aware of that. She had been attending school regularly than I did last few months.




"I haven't even touched it." She said horrified.




"So touch it now. You still have till the end of the day. Luckily for you we have maths as the last class today." I returned to solving the mathematical problems, and she turned to the last resort she always relied on for almost everything.




"Babe!" She whined and without asking any questions Jayson handed her his completed worksheet.




"Babe, try to do one of those by yourself sometimes." He added.






***






"I have a suggestion." Jayson said as soon as Leah hoped out of the car and went to her house closing the door behind her. It was as if he was waiting for her to go.




"What?" I leaned back on my seat.




"You should tell him yourself that you don't want to talk to him."




"Why?" I glared at him. Did he not understand that all I wanted to do was to see him and kiss him and hug him and never let him go!




"So that he will stop his futile attempts to talk to you" Jayson shrugged tossing my phone into the back seat.




Of course he was trying. He was as desperate as I was. Christian was calling every day every hour possible just so he could talk to me. How was I supposed to tell him that I didn't want to talk to him when all I wanted was to do that?




But I had decided. To act according to our plan so that we could save Christian from uncle's torture. Dad had promised he would take care of everything else if I acted as I was told.




With a heavy heart I picked up my phone. It was going to hurt like hell to do this. But it would hurt even more if uncle got his ways and tortured Christian. I'd rather die than seeing that day. Let's do this April.




I dialled his number and waited for his response. My heartbeat was racing like crazy as I knew he could pick at any moment. I could hear his voice at any moment now.




"Hazel! I'm so glad you called! l I've been dying to-"




"Listen. I really don't want to talk to you. Can you stop calling me?" My lips quivered as I tried my best to steady my voice. My hand had clutched the phone so hard that my fingers had started to ache. I tried to normalise my breathing. What the hell was I doing? I loved him so much, and I couldn't even tell him. Tears flowed from my eyes as I heard nothing in response. Did he hear me?




I slid my phone down throwing it away on the side. My heart hurt. My vision blurred. My mind screamed out his name agony. I covered my face with my hands.


In my mind I prayed and prayed continuously for this unbearable nightmare to end.

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