When I get off my plane I rush to my parent's place. There has to be someone there that can tell me what hospital my dad is at. We might not have gotten along while I was here, but he's my dad, and I have to be by his side.
The ride to the hospital couldn't have taken any longer. An hour later I'm rushing down the halls. My mom comes into view followed by Kevin and Nikki. All three of them rush to meet me. Relief flashes in my mom's eyes, Nikki looks to be distraught, and Kevin's eyes are watery. Their faces let me know that my dad isn't in good conditions.
"Where's dad?" I asked concern laced in my voice.
"He's in surgery. His heart gave out, they have to fix is aorta. It blew out when Michael created a scene back at the house." Nikki cries. Michael caused all this? My mind begins to race, and I the one thing on my mind is where the hell is that fucker. Is he around here, or did he run?
"Where is he?" I bellow.
"Bella calm down." Kevin calmly says. Of course, he would want me to calm down. He's not a fan of public scenes, but right now I couldn't care less. Michael caused my father's aorta to blow, and now he's going to fucking pay.
"No, I'm not going to calm down, Kevin. Where the fuck is Michael?" My voice is dangerously quiet.
Nikki turns to look at me, and fear is clear in her eyes. She knows that when my voice is quiet, I've been pushed past the point of no return. Michael is going to regret causing that little scene. He's going to wish he never met me.
I begin to look around the hospital for him, but I'm just walking around in circles. A nurse stops me after my third time passing by her.
"Necesita ayuda jovencita? (Do you need help Miss?)" I nod.
"Por casualidad no has visto a un chico con el pelo rojo? (By any chance have you seen a guy with red hair walking by?)" She looks to be deep in thought, but sadly shakes her head. Damn. I thank her and walk away. My phone begins to ring, but I ignore it. I don't need the distraction at this time. Out of the corner of my eye I see a redhead walk by. I quickly turn on my heel and rush after it.
"Michael" I shout after him. He halts in the middle of the hallway and slowly turns to face me. My eyes widen in shock, he doesn't look like the Michael I left here. His eyes are bloodshot red, the bags under his eyes are freighting, and to top it all off he's lost weight.
"You're back. You came back." he reaches out for me. I take a step back.
"You're fucking dead." I launch myself at him.
My fists connect to his jaw, then his nose. I feel my fists come in contact with almost every part of his body. He doesn't even try to push me off. Before I know it, I'm straddling him, and blood is covering my fist. With each punch I land, my body begins to feel lighter. As if all the pressure and stress I've been under the last couple of days is finally off my shoulders.
"Bella stop!" I hear my mom cry out.
"What the fuck Bella" Nikki shouts.
"Get off him Isabella." Kevin wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me off him. "Are you crazy?" he looks at me like if I've grown two heads. "You could've killed him" Kevin grips my arms and shakes me. My eyes look down to where Michael is laying on the floor. His face is covered in blood and has open wounds all around his face.
"Get her out of here before the cops show up." Nikki grits. Kevin drags me out of the hospital and into his truck.
On the drive back to the mansion he stays quiet. Kevin is a man of few words, but when he does say something he's usually never wrong. We arrive, and he doesn't even get out of the truck. He sits next to me, staring at the beautiful house in front of us. I see him open his mouth, but he closes it.
