Not such a frantastic life

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I woke up to the touch of a small hand on my shoulder tapping steadily.

"Sir," the voice spoke as my eyes cracked opened like a brown egg on a Sunday morning.

"What?" I asked wiping the sleep from my cornea.

"The girl, Ms. Rose, sh--"

"She what? Where is she? Why isn't she in here? Where did she go? What's wrong with her?" I interrogate the woman in the uniform. As I did so, I hop up from my seat.

The woman has fear in her face as I rampage throughout the room. "She is down in the lobby." She almost whispers, as if she was scared to speak. She is obviously intimidated of me for some odd reason. No need to be scared of me. The asshole 6 rooms down the hall, maybe.

"Jesus Christ. Never start a sentence like that ever again. Do fucking hear me? Never. You scared the shit out of me." I snapped at her. She loudly gulps as if she were in a old cartoon.

"Yes sir." she insists. She is insecure. I can tell by the way she holds her clipboard to her small chest. Or how she looked at Lydia while she stuck the needles inside of her veins. Maybe with a jealously. Or envy. She should be jealous and envy Lydia. Lydia is a perfect goddess. Jesus made her from his most perfect parts. She is literally a angel sent from heaven.

I tugged myself from my thoughts and stalked after the nurse down to the lobby. Before I exited the room, I grabbed the red roses I had bought for Lydia earlier at Lou's Bouquets. As I approached the lobby, Lydia sat there in front of the couch in a damn wheelchair. Sophie and Emilee by her side. Some guy stood beside her with his arm around her shoulders. As I approached, he handed her a rose. A light pink rose. Light pink roses mean sympathy. The only thing he is going to have sympathy for here in a second is his broken fucking nose.

"You must be Connor." The guy said to me. He was a couple inches shorter than I was. He had brown hair that matched his shit stained brown eyes. He wore a NorthFace jacket and some dark washed skinny jeans. His hand out stretched to meet mine. Hand shake? My ass. No hand shake for you asshole.

"You are?" I growled.

"Trevor." he said smiling. This bitch. He just smiled in my fucking face. Why the fuck is he smiling. Does he not see my girl sitting in a fucking wheelchair?

"Why the fuck are you smiling?" I sneered at him.

----------------Lydia's POV----------------

"Just happy to see the grand Connor I hear so much of." Trevor says with another big smile. Connor is being ridiculous. He is being an asshole for no reason. Trevor is a harmless guy. He is only 15. I see the rage and jealously spread across his gorgeous face. Trevor and I have been nothing but friends for about 1 and 1/2 years. He honestly has no reason to be pissy with Trevor.

"You're still fucking smiling aren't you?" He snorts at Trevor. Trevor's face turns from friendly to furious in seconds.

"What do you mean, 'You're still smiling'?" Trevor asks putting quotation marks after quoting what Connor had previously said.

"I'm smiling because I was ecstatic to meet the sweet guy that Lydia is dating but obviously he is an dick." Trevor finishes. Connor's face drops at his choice words.

"Are you deaf?"

"No but you're an ass." I stated

"And you're a dependent snob." He fired right back loudly. A crowd has gathered around us. Including a few nurses and doctors, obviously amused.

"Connor, I really don't want to start this here or now." I said, shocked at what Connor just said to me, along with my friends.

"Why? Because you know I'm right?"

"No, because I don't want to talk about certain things in public right now."

"Like what?" He asked snottily.

"Like how I'm far from the dependent one in our relationship."

"Psh. Funny one Lyd." he laughed.

"Really funny huh? Funny how my father bought our house, allowed you to live with us, while your father was probably off getting drunk." I stated harshly putting emphasis on the difference between our fathers. Everyone's jaws dropped at my words. Including Connor's. As soon as I actually heard the words falling from my tongue I regretted it. Connor's eyes started to spill tears. Not of joy or fear. But anger and sadness. A flash of sadness, I'm pretty sure it lasted a half a second maybe. Then pure anger. His face steamed red as the tears feThe doctor said there was nothing wrong with my legs, just my body reacting to the medication. He also appointed me to therapy. I think I may just take Connor with me for his temper lately. Maybe even couple therapy. We've only been together for nearly 4 months now and we already need therapy.

Connor snapped me out of my thoughts by waving his hand in my face.

"Are you deaf?"

"No but you're an ass." I stated

"And you're a dependent snob." He fired right back loudly. A crowd has gathered around us. Including a few nurses and doctors, obviously amused.

"Connor, I really don't want to start this here or now." I said, shocked at what Connor just said to me, along with my friends.

"Why? Because you know I'm right?"

"No, because I don't want to talk about certain things in public right now."

"Like what?" He asked snottily.

"Like how I'm far from the dependent one in our relationship."

"Psh. Funny one Lyd." he laughed.

"Really funny huh? Funny how my father bought our house, allowed you to live with us, while your father was probably off getting drunk." I stated harshly putting emphasis on the difference between our fathers. Everyone's jaws dropped at my words. Including Connor's. As soon as I actually heard the words falling from my tongue I regretted it. Connor's eyes started to spill tears. Not of joy or fear. But anger and sadness. A flash of sadness, I'm pretty sure it lasted a half a second maybe. Then pure anger. His face steamed red as the tears fell faster.

"Con--"

"No, fuck that. Fuck this. Fuck you Lydia." he spoke roughly. He had never said 'fuck you' to me. Ever. Since I'd known him. I flinched at his harsh words. Connor stalked to the door, but before he did, he threw out a beautiful bouquet of red roses. For Lydia, was scribbled across the tiny light pink card written in Connor's handwriting. At the very bottom it read, 'Happy 5 months Lydia.'