Dear You, I Need You ||Justin Hills||

Justin Hills' P.O.V

My mind was racing. 

The thought of Angela hurt, dead, it made me insane. 

She didn't do anything to deserve this. Yes, I admit, she did break my heart. But it wouldn't add up to her dead. It just wasn't fair. 

Walking into the building, I felt my heart race a mile a minute. I was feeling anxious and dreading the moment I saw her. 

Unconscious, Lifeless, hurt.  

"Sir?"

A petite voice snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up to see a small blond wit green eyes, staring at me questioningly. 

"Oh um, sorry" I said, fiddling with my thumbs. It's always been a habit since I was young. 

"Are you here to see someone" the girl asked. 

"Yeah, Angela Patterson" I said. 

Saying her name felt weird.  I haven't spoken those words in nearly 2 years. I wasn't used to it. 

"Relation?"

Relation? I can't just say I'm an ex boyfriend. They would never let me in. 

"Brother."

I look like I can be her brother. Right. 

I mean sure, she has blond hair and brown/purple eyes. (She had that defect since birth.) But, I can just say that our parents looked different. 

No, I'm sure her parents have already been here. I can say I've been adopted. 

"It says here that she's an only child" the lady said, looking at a clipboard.  

"Oh, I'" I started, only to be cut off be her. 

"Sir? What's your name?"

I let out a evident sigh before telling er my name. 

"Why didn't you say husband? That would've been easier" the girl laughed. 

Husband? What the literal hell?

"I'm sorry, you must have got that wrong. We're not together" I told her, my eyebrows furrowed down. 

"Well, it says here that you're the father of the child" she said looking closer at the board "Evan, is it?"

Child? I have a kid? A son? 

I quickly found it hard to breath, my heart pumping, eyesight going dark. 

I felt as if I was suffocating. Drowning. 

I have a son. A baby. 

Evan. 

The last thing that crossed my mind before I blacked out, was Evan. 

His father wasn't there in his life. His mom might die. 

And it's all my fault.