Destiny ~ Book Two Of The "Meant to Be" Series

Chapter 24

I fainted, and was unconscious all day. It has ten o'clock PM when I woke up, and that was about an hour ago. Im not allowed to leave the hospital for a few days, but I'll have to leave secretly. Maybe tonight, or tomorrow early in the morning.
    I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, that's the reason why the lights are out, and it's so quiet. I'm not supposed to have my phone either, but I secretly stole it back, and called Tobias, to inform him that Im at the hospital, and that he needs to come over. Visiting hours are probably over, but there has to be a way I can talk to Tobias. When I told him I was shot, he freaked out. If he doesn't make sure I'm okay, then the whole hospital might be dead, so he can just glance at me once to make sure Im fine.
I bet Eric shot me. Who else would? Even though he shot me, he didn't hurt me that bad. I mean; it did hurt, a lot. But thankfully, the bullet didn't go through any important organs. My shoulder hurts, but not that much. They've wrapped this cast material around my shoulder, going between my armpit, which itches. The material is bloody from my wound.
I'm just waiting for Tobias to come in. I've decided to let Tobias know at least some information. Not all of it, but some. He deserves to know, because he's Olivia's older brother, and he is the one that's supposed to take care of her, and save her. And I don't know why I keep thinking that Olivia is my sister, and Tobias is my boyfriend, that's trying to help me find her. But no. It's the other way around.
I've been acting like a monster lately. I think of saying something different, but I end up saying the rudest thing possible. It's like I know what Im about to say is wrong, and I shouldn't say it, but I still do. It feels like there's someone inside of me, acting this way, and my real self is trying to stop the other person, and handle this situation differently. Maybe it's just reason of problems in my life changing me. Making me more mature for my age, making me handle things differently, and making others feel like a piece of shit because "I've been through worse, and what I just said wouldn't have a big impact on them". No. Even though I've been through worse, I have to realize that other people haven't, and what I say or do to them, will scar them their while lives, so I have to control my actions.
Tobias enters the room. I don't know where he was, or what he was doing. His hands tremble and his eyes scream out fear. He approaches me, and sits on the bed, staring at me dead in the eyes. He just wraps his arms around me tightly, without saying anything at first. He lets out a breath, and I can feel his body release in relieve. Hi hand strokes my hair, and the other one holds my back. "I love you." He starts off with that. He probably felt the need to say that in the begging. I bet when he didn't find me all day, he got scared I was gone as well, just like Olivia. I wonder how he felt all day long. Wanting to say those three words to me one more time, so I would know he really means it. "What happened?" He asks pulling back, his eyes are pooled with tears that will spill any second. I don't know how to start.
"Remember when I told you about someone threatening my family, you and Olivia?" I ask and he nods, "Well that person has been watching me, and he's been waiting for me to make a mistake, so he can ruin our lives again. So when I mentioned that to you last time, he got Olivia . . ." I say. He's confused. So confused.
"Do I know this person?" He asks. I nod, staring at my hands. "Who is he? Or she? Or whoever that person is".
"I can't tell you."
"Why?!" He raises his voice a little.
"Because if I do, he either kills Olivia or me." I snap. "I don't care about me, but Im guessing you would." He sighs, looking away. "Or maybe you don't either . . ." I mumble. He stares at me dead in the eyes, with the 'Are you fucking kidding me' look.
"Stop saying things like that. Of course I care." He says. "But right now Olivia is in danger, and we –both of us– should try working together and get her back, and not fighting every second, because she is the victim. Got it?" I nod.
"I don't even know what to do . . . If we call the police or something, she dies."
"Why don't you rest a bit? You seem sleepy. I'll do some research, and then when you wake up in the morning we can start looking for her."
"No." I shake my head. "I want to help." I want to help. But I don't know if I can. My eyes are going heavy, and the pain in my shoulder is slowly getting bigger.
"I'm gonna have to leave wether I or you want me to or not. Visiting isn't allowed at this time at night, I just payed one of the guards to let me in and not say a word to others. Now I will have to leave, but I don't want you worrying and getting sick by over thinking and telling yourself this is your fault." He knows me better than I think. "I want you to sleep. You can't do everything on your own, Tris." He's right. Even though I've been sleeping all day, I'm still too sleepy to function. And I should sleep, because I will only destroy myself if I stay awake and continue thinking of this whole situation. I nod my head, closing my eyes to stop tears from forming, and purse my lips tightly to stop sobs. Tobias strokes hair away from my face, kissing my forehead tenderly. He then kisses my lips for a few seconds, and pulls back. I almost whine when his lips disconnect with mine, but I keep control. We haven't had moment together for a while. "I love you, Tris." He whispers. "I'm gonna have to leave . . ." He says after a knock on the door is heard. I sniffle.
     "Please come back tomorrow; first thing in the morning." I say.
     "Of course." He assures me, "I'll have a way to get Olivia back till tomorrow. Don't worry." He says. I see him slip slip something in the back of his jeans, making me glance at his hand. I furrow my eyebrows. I want to ask him what it is, but then the thing lights up, and I realize its just a phone. "Goodnight. I love you." Every time he says "I love you", it makes me feel safer, and it makes me happy to know that there is still someone who cares about me, no matter how much I've hurt and let them down. It makes me feel more powerful. It makes me feel hope.