CHRISTIAN P. O.V:
She lead me to a conference room and told me they would be here in a minute or two.
I was taking off my suit jacket when they finally arrived.
"What do you want from us?"Graham, her father asked.
"Why? Why did you do that to her?" On the outside I was calm, but in the inside I was raging with anger.
"Because she killed my son." He stated rather bluntly.
Jason was yet to say anything.
Wait! Did I hear this mother trucker correctly.
My angel killed someone? I don't believe it. She is too perfect. I can honestly say that I don't love her yet, but I like her a whole freaking lot.
I'm gonna find out if she killed him or not, by asking her. I thought.
I was fed up with his lies. I know my angel and I know she's not capable of doing something that low. Something that cruel.
Uggghhhh. I slammed my fist on the hard metal table.
I looked up and both of them were smiling like they wanted that reaction out of me.
I quickly grabbed my jacket and ran the hell out of there. I ran past the reception area and in to the car.
I was out of breath. I definitely need to go back to the gym. I'm out of shape.
After that fiasco I drove back to the hospital.
I got out of my car and into the building, where I asked the nice lady could I go back to Jessica's room. My wishes were granted and I walked straight inside of her room.
"Hey baby are you feeling better?"
JESSICA'S P.O.V:
I heard the door to my room open and in walked Christian.
"Hey baby are you feeling better?"
Baby! Why did he just call me baby?
"Umm...me?" I asked feeling stupid, but you never he might have a Bluetooth headset.
"Of course you hun. No one else is in here." Amusement was clear in his voice.
"Oh! Yeah I'm f-feeling better. Uh... why did you call me b-ba-baby?" I stuttered. Wow! Way to make myself look stupid in front of a Greek god.
Wait, what am I saying? It's probably the medicine that doctor gave me. I don't trust him he looked so suspicious.
"Why wouldn't I call you baby? You're my little one and I have to protect you. Therefore, you are my baby." I just looked at him with my jaw on the ground.
"Haha." Insert awkward laugh.
"Sweetheart I want you to be completely honest with me, okay?", I nodded, "Did you kill your brother."
My face paled. I shook. I couldn't breathe.
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I fainted.
