No Love Allowed

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

No Love Allowed

Charles Point of View

One minute, I was talking to my dad and the next one... I'm thinking about Derek. Then not even half a second later, I was on the floor coughing up my insides. My dad looked up at me and his lips were moving but I couldn't hear him. My stomach hurt, my head pounded and my body started to burn in the worst places you could think of.

My mom and little sister ran towards me and the worried expressions all around me made me panic more than before. My heart raced from within and my eyes had grown flooded with tears. I couldn't breathe, where did the air go?

I felt my dad pick me up off the floor and place me on our living room couch. I closed my eyes, trying not to concentrate on all the pain. That's the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital. It was very quiet here, well except for the beeping noise from the heart monitor.

My eyes darted around the white room to find my family sleep in the chairs across from me. My stomach was wrapped up in some big bandage thing, and my headache was gone. The air was flowing through my lungs, though.

The thingy that keeps my temperature kept going up and down. I was burning hot one minute and freezing cold the next. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my mouth couldn't stay closed. My nose was running and my eyes were swelled up. All in all, I looked like shit ran over and pushed into a coffin.

I closed my eyes once more and fell asleep. It had to be around 3 am or something.

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"Yeah, he's free to go. I just need you to sign a few papers right quick."

"Mommy! Look! Alex is up!" I heard Charlene yell. Well if I wasn't up before, I certainly am now. She rushed over to the side of my bed and stopped, just staring. What was she looking at? I cocked my eyebrow at her and she lifted her hand, pointing at my cheek.

"Why you pointing at me?"

"How did you get that?"

I grabbed a mirror from off the counter on the side of me and looked at the now healing gash on my right cheek. It was deep, looked like I ran into a knife or something. "Mom, dad?" I said aloud in a confused questioning tone. I didn't take my eyes away from the mirror as I touched the gash with my free hand.

"What happened last night?" I asked whoever could listen.

"Charles, it wasn't last night. It was two days ago, you've been sleep for 38 hours." She started to say. "We don't even know and the nurses and doctors cant even tell us what happened." My dad finished.

"You got cuts everywhere, alex!" Charlene chimed in. What was going on with me?

Before I could answer my own thoughts, Derek busted through the door and our eyes met. I could feel my heart beating as I looked towards my parents.

"And you are?" my dad said. I don't know why he was acting so mean. Could he possibly smell the danger from Derek or was he being a dad, all protective and what not.

I didn't notice it before, but I do now. The pain from everything was gone.. replaced with ease. I didn't feel like shit anymore. Does this has to do something with that feeling emotions thingy he told me about? Does he feel so good that it's overiding my emotions. What does he feel so good about anyway?

"Derek." He said, sticking out his had to my dad. "Derek Matterwood." He said again, his eyes not leaving mine. It was as if I was his only reason for being here. His eyes, staring at me in awe. I did not know what to say or do, for the matter... so I kind of just stared back.