Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 (Chloe's pov)

After I got Joey laid down on his bed with bandages around his arms, I went back to Alex to make sure nothing had happened to him.

I open the door quietly and look at him.

He is laying on his side facing away from me. His hair his sticking out in different directions, and his hospital gown reveals his scarred back. He has the sheet over the lower half of his body. When I glance down at his legs, I can see where his leg is cut off.

I sigh and walk over to him. I begin combing my fingers through his hair, trying to tame the mess.

His chest rumbles and I pause, my hands still in his hair.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. All except that my leg has been cut off, the girl I like ran off to help my best friend, the girl I like has a brother who hates me. But other than that, I'm perfectly ok," he growls.

I cross my arms. "Don't get snippy with me," I tell him.

He rolls over and bores his eyes into mine. "Chloe, I killed my father because I got 'snippy'. I couldn't handle the abuse anymore," he says.

"My mother beat me every chance she could, which was all the time. She called me a disgrace and pathetic."

"I'm a mistake. My father didn't want me to be born, but my Mama didn't want to have an abortion. My father didn't care about anything but his beer and his first family. He hated me. He told me he was gonna break me, then send me to hell."

I stare at him. He rolls back onto his side. I quickly crawl into the bed and on top of him.

"Alex, don't ever turn your back on me," I growl at him.

He looks up at me. He gives me a gorgeous smile that makes my knees shake a little. "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you're mad?" He whispers.

My cheeks instantly begin to burn. I gently smack his chest. "Naughty boy," I grumble.

His chest rumbles with laughter. I smile a little and lay next to him, laying my head on his chest. He wraps his arm around me and holds me close.

"I love you, mi único y verdadero amor," Alex whispers in my ear. He strokes my hair in a calming manner.

I smile and snuggle to him, listening to the sound of the heart monitor and his breathing. I set the oxygen mask back on his face so he can breathe better. His breathing evens out and his heart rate beats evenly. Meaning he's asleep.

I close my eyes, hearing his even breaths. Very quietly, I start talking. "How can someone as popular as you want to be with a lowlife like myself? You would be happier with someone like Kat." I sigh. "But I love you, too, you big loveable idiot," I mumble, pressing my face in his chest and tangling our legs together.

Then, someone opens the door and cries out in shock. I lift my head and see it's Brittany, one of the nurses who works here that absolutely hates me.

She has blonde hair, fake boobs, blue eyes, and long tan legs that most men have had around their waists. She's wearing a really short nursing uniform. As well as a pissed off look.

"Who gave you permission to be in here?" She sneers.

"The nurse and myself. Have you met my mate, Brit?" I ask with a smirk, emphasising the "mate" part. "That means he's mine, so no touching," I growl.

Brittany lets out a hyena laugh, which turns into an evil sneer at the end.

"Like a stupid, ugly, pathetic lowlife such as yourself could get a hot, thick, sexy hunk like him," she cackles.