𝓜𝓘𝓢𝓙𝓤𝓓𝓖𝓔𝓓 (Love, Lust & War 1) < ON HOLD>

Chapter 25

"You are the one I need,

the one is who is silent like sea,

but could kill a few if necessary

you are my healer,

my ecstasy "

Taegan's POV

When Trevor informed me about Martha being admitted to the hospital, it took me a second or two to let that sink in.

I can't even understand the pain Trevor must be hiding from me and keeping inside himself right now. He told me to go home but how could I? Trevor's a mess right now and seeing how much of a sweetheart Martha is, Trevor must be very closed to her.

I even volunteered to drive the car but he managed to put on his best smile and shake his head. He told he could manage.

But I could see his hand shaking while holding the steering wheels. How much pain did he manage to swept away behind that face?

We rush through the hospital gate and to the reception table.

"Martha. Martha Davies. I am her son. I got a call that she's been admitted to this hospital" Trevor speaks anxiously.

"Yeah. Room no. 119. Go straight down the hall" The receptionist answers and without wasting a second Trevor rushes towards the hallway, with me pacing behind him.

Trevor's POV

I stand outside my mom's hospital room. Certain thoughts cloud my head.

 How much did he hit her this time? To what extent did he hit her that she needed to get admitted? When did she return back home?

Exhaling a deep breath, I twist the knob in the door and enter the room.

There she is. Lying in the bed. Peacefully. She has a white bandage wrapped around her head. Damn it, Mathew Evans. What the fuck did you do this time?

I sit in the chair situated beside her bed. Funny that now's the only time I feel she is safe and secure in her sleep. I look into her hand and holds it between mine. they are cold. With bruises remains bruises and scratches.

I am right. She did return home, only for her to reach a hospital bed instead of her own bed.But atleast she tried to protest. I pull her hands closer to my head and sigh, closing my eyes. A hand reaches my left shoulder and I turn my head to see Taegan, giving a reassuring smile to me. She should leave. Amid the stress and all, I forgot that she can't afford to see this form of me.

The weak and the helpless form. The form where I can't stand against my own father. The form where I can't wipe my mother's tears and protect her from the demon.

I may be the fearless and introverted Cricket team captain, Trevor Evans. But this is where my weak point thrives. This is the stage, I lose everyday. I run away from everyday but still I need to return back to. Everyday. Because I can't leave my mom in hell. If she's burning in the fire, I will too. I am her flesh.

Tears surround my eyes as I blink them away. I let go of my mother's hands and turn my head completely towards Taegan as I stand up from the chair. I can feel Taegan's concerning look at me through those hazel eyes.

I clear my throat and speak, "Taegan, You should leave now. You, coming this far with me to see my mom is beyond thanks. You don't need to stress now. I can manage from here onwards..."

"I am not leaving" Taegan's words makes me stare at her with confused eyes.

"You may look fine but admit it, Trevor Evans, you are not" She goes towards the couch at the side and take a seat. Well settled. I raise my eyebrows at her while she looks up at me and with a firm tone speaks.