The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Eighteen

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 18

It's been three days. Three whole fucking days since Channing was stabbed, and she was still unconscious.

I notified her family, and they came as soon as I told them what happened. Well, I didn't tell them the whole story. I simply told them that someone had come to my door and Channing answered. The person at the door stabbed her, and I rushed her here. I didn't say anything about the fact that we both knew who did this to her, or the fact that I killed him. So, it was mostly the truth, but I left a few details out here and there.

Anyways, her dad, brother, sister, and I have been sitting in this room for three days now, waiting for her to wake up.

I studied Channing's pale face that hasn't moved since I was allowed in this room. Even though she looked pretty beat up, she was still beautiful. Her eyes were shut, so I couldn't see her gorgeous eyes, and her lips had lost some of their color, but I still couldn't take my eyes off her.

Zane, Channing's fifteen year old brother, let out an aggravated sigh. "When is she going to wake up?" he snapped to no one in particular. Then he buried his face in his hands, and muttered helplessly, "I can't take seeing her like this."

I sighed and dug my face into my left hand. My right was holding Channing's lifeless one. Mindlessly, I stroked the top of her hand with my thumb. Even when she has been unconscious for three days, her skin was still so soft.

"Zane, don't make Jason feel worse," Channing's dad said.

My head shot up. Make me feel worse? What the hell did he mean by that?

"Excuse me, but what?" I asked.

"This is your fault that she ended up this way," he told me, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Again."

"How is this my fault?" I snapped.

"This is the second time she's ended up in the hospital since she's been seeing you. You were the cause of the first one, as well. So excuse me, but you can't say that it isn't your fault."

"Yes I can!" I countered, standing up in anger. "It's not like I was the one who stabbed her!"

"And how do we know that?!" he yelled, rising from his seat also and getting in my face. "No one else was there when it happened! It could've very well been you because it's only the two of you so no one else could say any different! The same thing with the bomb! How do we know you didn't try to blow her up?!"

I was fuming. "I would never hurt her! And what do you think, do you think that I'd hurt myself in the process?! Why would I do that? I'm not sporting this bruise by choice!" I yelled, pointing to the dark mark on the side of my face where Hunter had managed to successfully hit me. "The same with the explosion! I was more beat up than she was! But did that matter to me? No! Because I knew she was okay!"

Her dad glared at me. "That says nothing!"

"Are you kidding me?! I would never hurt Channing!" I repeated.

"How do we know that?!"

"Because I love her!"

All energy that had been flowing around the room froze. Channing's dad stared at me with angry eyes, and Zane's head snapped up towards me in shock.

I was shocked that came out of my mouth. Actually, I think I was more surprised than the rest of her family was by my little confession.

I loved her. I love her. In all honesty, I could say that I loved this girl. This realization slammed into me like a train.

The room was dead silent now. Channing's dad was staring at me trying to figure out if I was telling the truth or not.

"You love her," he repeated. When I nodded, he slouched back down in his chair. "My baby girl's all grown up," he murmured to himself.

"Sir," I said as calmly as I could. My mind was still reeling with my confession. "I would never hurt Channing. She means the world to me. I would do everything in my power to protect her."

He stared at me, processing my words. After a good minute, he said, "You really love her, don't you?"

"More than anything," I agreed.

Channing's dad stared at me with sad eyes. I think he was sad because he realized how much his baby was growing up. It's hard for dads.

Suddenly, a weak, timid voice behind me made my heart stop.

"Y-you love me?"