The Bad Boy Returns

Chapter 22: I Just Want To Go Home

KAT'S POV

For the whole time I have known Shane, he has never been scared of anything. Despite everything he's done to me, that was something I always admired about him. He seemed fearless in a way I knew I could never be. No matter how risky something was he would do it. I guess thinking of him that way made him seem almost indestructible in my eyes. Because of it I never really looked at him as a human being. Wether he was teasing me about anything and everything or doing some risky prank, He was always fearless. Never showed a shadow of a doubt in his mind.
But seeing how scared he was the past few days proved me wrong. He's just a guy who's trying to deal with life. Just like the rest of us.
Seeing the fear in his eyes now as he is being told that he was set up, proves that more than anything else.
"What-wait-w-what did you say?" Shane spits out, shock evident in his voice.
I glue my eyes on Shane as the shock sets into the rest of us.
"I know this isn't something you want to have to deal with after having surgery, but it is important to find this guy. He is a criminal that has attempted battery or worse for all we know." The detective explains to us, determined.

I feel a pressure on my hand and look down to see that Shane is holding my hand with a grip that feels needy.
I quickly push down the quickening pace of my heart beat and give an encouraging squeeze back, lightly caressing his thumb in an attempt to calm him. He pulls our now conjoined hands closer to him as the detective tells him more.
I snap my head back up as he starts talking.
"Do you know who it was or is?" He asks, feigning carelessness. Although I can see right through it.
"We have the hit man but we are still uncertain about who was behind it." She says, sighing. "We were hoping you might have some information about it."
"Honestly, I don't know, I really- I don't. I'm sorry." Shane says with a childlike tone.
"It's alright. We don't want you to worry, we are going to work on trying to find this person." She finishes, before exiting the room with the two police officers trailing her. Shane's mom follows suit after the doctor asked to talk in private, leaving me with Shane.
For the first time since the shocking news was unveiled, Shane turns to look at me. His grey eyes hold mine into place with a heart dropping sincerity.
I was so worried about him I didn't even have time to be shocked. He gives me a look in between anger and confusion and I don't see why he wouldn't feel that way. Knowing someone is trying to hurt you is a horrible feeling. I can't say that I'm too surprised at the notion. Shane fought to get to where he was and doing that gets you enemies. He didn't get his reputation by playing nice with people. He did what he wanted for so many years and that was going to catch up with him eventually. I can't even begin to name the list of people who would want to see him go down. We would be here all day.
"Are you ok?" I hear Shane's voice echo in my ears. I snap out of my thought and look at him with incredulity. "Am I ok? What about you? You just found out that it was a set up." I remind him. I don't ignore the facts this he is still grasping my hand.
"Yeah I know I was there." He snaps, slamming our hands against his knee.
For some odd reason this is really making him nervous. Whenever he was threatened at school he would brush it off, It never seemed to faze him. I look at him taken aback by the deepness of his voice.
"Sorry..."His storm-ridden eyes bore into mine before closing as he rakes his free hand through his hair in frustration.
"It's fine." I mumble, studying his features.
He opens his eyes again, giving me a long look before looking around the room with growing concern. I hear his breath start picking up.

"I-I feel like I can't breath." He stands up, Unlatching our hands as he paces to the other side of the room.
Pushing my confusion aside I rush over to him and search his face. He clutches his chest, heaving.
"Oh god! I don't- what's happening?" He slides down the wall thumping on the floor. I stand there in shock before shaking out of it quickly, going on the floor in front of him. I sit on my knees in front of his curled up body and grab the hand that is clutching his chest. I push all my other thoughts away as I focus on helping him.
I let go of his hand and cup his face with my hands. I take notice that his skin is cold as I grab his face. I force him to look at me as I try to help.
"Hey-hey look at me." I lean closer toward his body. "Shane, I need you to take deep breaths. Ok?" I nod to him.
"I can't bre- I can't." He lightly hits his head against the wall. I hold his head up firmer, rubbing small circles with my thumbs. I see the panic behind his eyes as he tries to figure out what is happening.
"Yes you can Shane, come on." I encourage him by taking deep breaths myself.
"Ok" he nods, mimicking my breathing.
I give him an encouraging smile as he continues.
"Yeah, good-that's good, you're doing great." I exclaim.
He moves his hands away from his chest and grips my wrists as he continues to follow my breathing.
I move a stray hair out of his face as his breathing begins to even out.
He leans into my hands as he closes his eyes.
He looks back up and I can see tears brimming his eyes.
I feel him push my hands away from his face and pull me into a crushing embrace, wrapping his hands around my waist. I immediately follow suit and wrap my hands around his neck returning the hug. I shiver at the coolness of his touch. He's shaking under my hands as they roam his back.
He digs his face in the crook of my neck as I hear him panting from the exhaustion. His cool lips pressed against my skin as he hugs me. His hands grip my shirt with need.
"I just want to go home Kat." He mumbles, his hot breath hitting my neck. I rub my hands over his shoulders trying to comfort him. In this moment I don't know what to say to him.
We stay in that position for a little bit while he recovers. That's when I realized that this whole experience was harder for him than I initially thought.

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After I helped Shane calm down, he became extremely exhausted and I led him to his hospital bed to get some rest. As I sit down on the chair next to him my phone rings. I quickly pick it up, so not to disturb Shane.
"Hello." I say, walking to the other side of the room.
Hey honey. It's getting late, you should be coming home now. Remember you have school tomorrow.

"I know dad I was just getting ready to go." I say, wincing at how I forgot to come home early.
"I'll be home soon. Ok? Ok bye."
I say before hanging up. I walk over to Shane who crashed as soon as his head hit the pillow. I admire his serene features as all traces of his panic seem to have dissipated. I lightly trace the outline of his tattoo of a moon. I chuckle at the various odd tattoos spewed on his arm.
I smile at him and kiss his forehead gingerly, something my mom used to do when I was scared. It felt like the right thing to do. I look at the clock and silently say goodbye before exiting the room.
As I make my way down to the lobby I pass by the detective and police officers.
That's when realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
Someone tried to hurt Shane.

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Hello lovelies!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
We finally get to see another side to Shane and have his walls pulled down a little.
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