TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! A thousand damn it.

This is all my fault. I was too arrogant. Too damn careless. I should have had those pieces of sh*t. Those human trashes killed instead of just making life uncomfortable for them, their family, and associates.

Had I done that, then my boy wouldn't be here, unconscious in a hospital, battling for life. And all I can do is standby and watch helplessly, hoping the doctors can save him. Tajea wouldn't have been angry with me.

It's because of my foolish action and my miscalculations that I've put the ones I love dearly in danger. However, I won't make that mistake again. Once you are my enemy, I will take you down permanently. Starting now. Amelia's parents and all those associated with them—the Montgomery's—that I chased out of Orion some months ago. That w*tch Catherine and my scum of a half brother Calvin. They are all going to be executed like the animals they are.

But even with that, nothing changed. My boy is still hurt, and I'm still angry and sad. Revenge is truly a stupid thing after all. There is no happiness in revenge. Just an endless cycle of pain. I know that now.

The machines that my boy was hooked up to started going haywire, making beeping sounds. No doubt something was wrong. Seconds later, doctors rushed into the room, attending to my son doing whatever. Everything they can to get him stable. To make him OK.

Please, God. Don't take him away from me because of my selfish, foolish actions. Take me instead. I can't lose him. I clasp my hands, praying. Something I haven't done in a very long time. But right now, I'm up for anything and everything that would help save my boy's life. And I know God is capable of doing the impossible.

If little Nik dies, Tajea will hate me. I'll lose her forever. I will be angry at myself for as long as I live. So please, God, I need a miracle.

Somehow, the doctors managed to calm him down some minutes later. But I won't be at ease just yet. And I'm not leaving his side. Not until I see my boy is up and running again.

If you thought I was overprotective before, if he survives, no, when he wakes up and is in good health, I'll be having eyes watching him twenty-four seven to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. I won't be careless.

Mother came charging into the room breathless. She is saddened by the horrible state of her grandson. "Sorry, it took me so long to get here. There was a delay in my flight. Anyway, how is my sweet boy doing?"

"The doctors said he was OK for now. And probably will be waking up soon. Hopefully," I answered, feeling as if I had gravel in my throat.

"Oh, I hope so," she prayed. "By the way, where is my daughter-in-law? Why is she here with you?"

"She left," I answered with a bit of difficulty. "She blamed me for this. And she's right." I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic, boy. Are you telling me? Do you want me to believe that you would harm this little boy?" My mother got very upset with me. "That's nonsense. BS."

"But I did, mother. It's my fault. And now Tajea is going to leave me. I'm going to lose them both, mother." I voiced my worst fear, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall.

"No, my son." Mother tried comforting me. "Have faith that things will turn out for the best."

"Do I have another choice?" I laughed while I was crying.

"Little Nik is a fighter like his dad. He'll survive this, no doubt. And as for my lovely daughter-in-law, just give her some time, my son. She will come around." Mother said with a reassuring smile.

"You don't know how much I want that to be true. I hope you are right, mother." I wiped the tears from my eyes. And mother just smiled and hugged me tightly and warmly.

"Ahem! Can I borrow my brother for a moment, mama R?" McCarty came barging into the room, interrupting our moment.

"Sure," mother answered McCarty before addressing me. "Go take some fresh air. I'll stay with little Nik until you get back."

"But." I was hesitant to leave my boy alone, but my mother insisted that I go. McCarty even dragged me out of the room against my will. All the way down to the hospital lobby.

"Geez man! Will you stop looking so sad and pathetic?" McCarty scolded me. He then snuffled, drying his eyes even. "Now, look what you did. I'll beat your ass for doing this to me."

Suddenly, I find myself laughing, surprisingly. And the tears just won't stop running down. Now there is two grown men crying. This is unheard of and pathetic, but it can't be helped.

All I know is I am truly blessed to have a friend. No, a brother like McCarty. Sure, we fight and disagree a lot, like all families do. But we always have each other back, no matter what.

If I'm angry, he's angry. If I'm happy, he's happy. So of course, if I'm sad, then he's sad too. And I'm the same when it comes to him.

A slap to my head back ended my laughter. That was a blow from the furious McCarty because I was laughing at him.

"I'm glad you find my concern for you very amusing," McCarty complained. "Now, let's go get you something to eat. You must be starving."

Truthfully, I don't have any appetite for food right now with all that's going on. But McCarty wasn't asking or taking no for an answer. He dragged me out of there to go get a quick bite. And a few drinks as well.