The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [ COMPLETED]

Crazily in love

Christian.

After three months

"How does it look?" I tried not to sound desperate, but I was. So much that I don't even remember being this desperate before.

"Yeah. You have broken another wooden figure." Ryan answered sighing. He was probably tired of me.

"Let me try with my legs." I got up, stretching and twisting my torso.

Ryan nodded as he grabbed another football from the big basket. "On the count of three."

"One two three."

As Ryan finished saying three, I kicked the ball as hard as I could. It swiftly went towards another wooden figure and crashed it. I had developed a liking for crashing sounds in these three months. It resembled the sound inside my head.

Ever since I heard her saying those words three months ago I heard the world around me crashing and tumbling down.

Why would she suddenly say that? Was she serious? She didn't want to talk. It didn't sound like her, but words did come out of her mouth. I had no other option but to believe her.

She would refuse to talk to me, so I had only one thing left to do. Get better. Get back on my feet and run to her. Meet her. Hug her, so tightly, she won't be able to slip away. Ask her forgiveness if she was still angry.

I had broken my promise. I'd put her through a miserable time. I'd promised her that I will be safe and ended up in a hospital. She had a right to be angry with me.

"That's enough Christian." Dr. Miller stopped me as I was about to go grab another ball. I wanted to get discharged as soon as possible. I'd waited enough. All I wanted was to see her. Nothing else mattered.

After spending a lot of dreadful days thinking that Hazel hated me, I was going mad. What if she really hated me? What would I do? Why the simple possibility of her hating me was drilling a hole in my heart?
I'd realized more than ever then that I was fucking crazily in love with her. Her eyes, the way she talked, her smile, her name, her smell, the way she looked at me, everything about her drove me crazy. Every second after that, I missed her like I never did before.

So I decided to confess. I decided I would go to her, even if she doesn't want me to come. I would get hurt and if that's what going to happen I accepted it. Unlike before, I wasn't afraid of her response. I was denying my own feelings before. When my men asked me, I would just avoid the question. I didn't want to name the feelings brimming inside me. Now I knew it had a name.

"When are you discharging me. I have exams, you know." I jerked his hand away from my shoulder.

Luckily for me, the gunshot injury on my legs was not too deep. After removing the bullets and stuffing my body with constant medication, my legs were back to normal. Although it took three months and only after two months I was able to walk normally without anyone helping me.

On the other hand, the bullet which was shot at my shoulder still hurt. It wasn't like I was new to the pain. I'd been shot a million times before. Not being able to see Hazel hurt a million times more.

"Actually, I was about to tell you that we are in fact discharging you today." Dr. Miller smiled, patting me on my back as if I was a little kid.

"Seriously? Thank God." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I was getting sick of the hospital smell and all the nurses who didn't miss any opportunity to flirt with me. The food sucked here. It was too plain even for patients. I mean, patients have taste buds too you know.

"You are welcome, son. Anyway, I want you to follow the diet I have given to your friend Jane. She will also you about the exercises and stretches I have listed out for you and you must do them everyday so that your muscle health will improve." He handed me a piece of paper as he smiled.

"Sure. Let's get out of here." I Looked at Ryan and he nodded back.

***

"I'm so glad you are all better now." Dad said as soon as I stepped inside his room.

"I need to see her. Dad, have you been trying to contact them? I really need to see her. I'm at my limits." I didn't bother to sit down. My head was flooding with her thoughts. Now that I was moving again, I didn't want to waste a single second. It already pissed me off that the hospital discharging took the whole day. There were paper work and a huge amount of lecture from Dr. Miller and of course all the female staff wanted to see me off and the goodbyes turned into hours. As they'd been taking care of me all these days, I couldn't directly refuse them.

"I was in contact with Jonathan, but he clearly said she didn't want to see you. She was too busy studying for her finals, which by the way is something you should be doing." Dad shrugged as if it was a trivial matter. Of course, he didn't understand my desperation. I decided to call her myself.

I took out my phone and dialed her number. It'd been almost four months since I'd heard her voice.

"Hello?" She picked up sooner than I expected, so it startled me. For a few seconds I was in a daze as I heard her sweet voice. But then my mind started to flood with questions. Why did she say that? Didn't she know that I was calling? Didn't my name appeared on my screen? Did she delete my number? Ugh, I was becoming a preteen in love by the second.

"Hazel... It's me."

"Christian?" She asked. Again, as if she didn't recognize my voice. What was going on?

"What is it?"

I felt relieved. It seemed like she wanted to talk." I really need to see you."

There was a pause at her end. Did she hate me after all?

"Why?"

Why? How could she ask me that? She definitely hated me. There was no excitement in her voice, even though it'd been so many days. It broke me. I gulped down dryly. Suddenly I was thirsty.

"Please just meet me once. Don't push me away. I can't take it anymore." I didn't care how pathetic I sounded.

"I..I will only meet you here. On the outskirts of our town, where my uncle lives." She was being monotonous, as if someone had sucked out her feelings. What did they do to her? What did her damn family do?

"Sure. I'll come. When should I come? I can come even now." I looked at the clock. It was ten in the night. Maybe not.

"Tomorrow. Come in the morning. Come alone." She instructed. She was not being herself. Something was fishy. It was as if Ii was talking to a robot.

"Okay." I cut the call, unable to hurt myself anymore. Her cold attitude crushed me. What if she really rejected me? What was I supposed to do then?

I informed Dad about it.

"What? Alone? At the Grey's? Are you out of your mind?" Dad yelled.

"What? I'm not a baby." I simply stated. What was he even panicking for?

"You don't know them Christian. Especially that George Grey. He is definitely plotting something." Dad shook his head while his hand was pressed against his temple.

"Well, I'm going." I turned around to leave.

"No! Listen Christian." Dad forcefully stopped me by grabbing my arm.

"I can't let you. Please. Listen to me." Dad was actually begging. I'd never seen him like this.

"Even if it's a trap, I'm going." I repeated.

"But Christian!"

"Sorry Dad. Don't worry about me." I assured him and left the room.

Even if it killed me, I was going.

___END OF CHAPTER___