Chapter 30: Bad News Spreads Fast

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A/N that's Aaron's parents cabin!

ALSO read authors note at the end please! I have some "updates" (that's what other Wattpad users say, so I'll go w/ the flow) that I need to share with y'allll
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*Sophia POV*

I shake my head as tears leave my eyes. I stare at the body pieces layed out before me.

Damian.

Nash grabs my shoulders and brings me back away from the large box full of separated pieces of Damian. I let out a loud sob.

Nash helps me to the couch while I try breathing and not having a damn panic attack. I breathe in and out. In and out. In and out.

That can't be him, that isn't him..

It can't be.

Nash leaves me alone and darts back to the door, while I pull my legs to my chest and start crying into my knees. That isn't Damian, that isn't.. It isn't..

Please dear god let it not be him.. Please.

*Steffi POV*

"Yup, it's broken alright." The doctor says examining my nose for the fifth time.

I let out a groan, "Are you kidding me?"

"Afraid not. I'll get you some pain killers and I'll have to put something on it for it to heal up," He says walking towards the glass door, "Be back." He walks out the door and shuts it behind him.

I hang my head, "Ugh."

How many times have I been in a hospital again?

Too many times, that's how many

I hear Maria chuckle. I look up to see she's smiling, "It sucks cause you have a beat up lip and like a black eye on top of that." She shakes her head.

I breathe in, "It actually hurts pretty bad." I chuckle shaking my head.

"Sorry babe." Matt rubs small circles on my back, in between my shoulder blades.

That feels quite nice actually.

I look to him, "It's alright.. I've dealt with worse." I let out a small chuckle.

He nods understandingly, "At least you can live forever.." He whispers leaning close to my ear so only I could hear him.

"We both can." I whisper back smiling to myself.

We soon connect eyes. He smiles tilting his head like a cute, lost puppy dog. I feel myself blush, "On a scale of one to ten what's the pain?" Cam asks breaking me and Matt's moment.

Awe

Matt stays rubbing my back slowly whilst I look to Cam, "Uh, a seven at most?"

He stops leaning against the opposite wall and walks to me. His left hand cups my right cheek, making Matt tense slightly. Can examines my face. He's about five inches away from me.

I swallow looking down, feeling vulnerable. He hasn't been this close to me in a long time. For some reason I feel bare. Granted I have a fat lip, broken nose and an almost black eye, but I think I would still feel vulnerable if I didn't have those.

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