Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox.
"I have to go. Find me when you get here."
The phone clicked off, her usually mind-spinning voice fading away quicker then I'd liked; my own words dying out in my throat before they ever reached my tongue. Didn't mean I didn't feel them, right at the bottom of my throat filled with bile. Staring at my phone, I processed what just happened. Jax's been sick all today, and yesterday apparently, but coming face to face with him needing a hospital rocked my insides. And not only was he sick enough to need a hospital, but Sophia just asked me to come there. I don't know if I should jump with joy, or feel nauseated. What I'm sure of is my blood pressure is through the roof, and I myself might be needing a hospital bed. My heart is unstable, after years of untreated conditions, I'm at high risk of a heart attack. That's the cold truth, and as much as I should be worried about that... I'm not.
I'm more focused on how enormously trusting Sophia is being with me right now. This shouldn't seem like just a big thing, but fuck, it was. I might need that hospital trolly, but I also feel like I'm coursing with active energy. Sophia asked me to come. I didn't scheme my way into an invitation, didn't lie or beg, but was just given this. Sophia allowed me this important moment in her life, and that felt like a damn privilege; one that I'm not sure I deserve, but I'm grabbing onto. I wanted the moments. The bad. The good. The boring. The fucken ordinary. I wanted all of it with her.
Before I could think more about it, Jax's sick state came crashing back into my chest like a bomb that ticked off and dropped, creating full blown madness around me. I shot forward, tripping over the PC I had sitting on the ground, and yanked the first jacket I could take, barely being able to hold it because my hands were already beginning to shake. Turning for the door, my version blurred, causing me to blind rapidly as I thought about the little baby who's probably terrified in the hospital right now. Fuck, what if he's really not okay? He's a child, he can't vocalize his problems like an adult can. What if it's worse than expected? What if this is serious?
The thought gutted my stomach, twisting it until I felt myself wincing in pain.
My room isn't big, basic, I'd say. But in the time it took me to get to my door, I tripped several times. All my thoughts lingering on a little boy I shared no DNA with. But it didn't matter, did it? Blood meant nothing. Fate doesn't build its plan on stupid shit like whether you share traits with people, you're still doomed if fate decides that your heart belongs to them. And this little boy was my gold, just like his mother. He held pieces of my heart with his tiny hand, and right now that same unhealthy heart was racing wildly out of fear, seconds from actually becoming a problem.
Snatching the door handle, I yanked with full force, only to run straight into Kirsan, who's already outside my room. "Fuck, Madds. You see the news?" he asked, trying to show me his phone, but I shoved past him. I don't have time for the news. So what, what the stock market is looking like, or the latest law that went into effect, so fucken what when my little baby's in the hospital?
