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Chapter 66

Previously on | My Bad Boy . . .

"She has a fractured skull?" He breathed out.

"And a fractured leg. A few deep wounds" I spat, getting angrier as I imagined my baby in pain, "And you? A broken arm and a few stitches?" I let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"I didn't know. The doctors didn't inform me" He said quietly, looking down at his broken arm.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't care, but when she wakes up, I want you as far away from her. Or I'll make sure your arm won't be the only broken thing." I said clearly, and deadly serious.

I stared at his shocked face once more before storming out of the room.

Justin

Shane, Emily, and I were currently in the cafeteria. Emily had a coffee in her hand while me and Shane were eating our burritos.

Emily stared off into space and sighed quietly, "I want her to wake up already." A frown made its way to her face.

"Don't we all?" Shane rolled his eyes and took another huge bite out of his burrito.

Emily rubbed her tired eyes, "I can't wait any longer!"

"It's been a day" I muttered and she shrugged.

I stood up, "I'm going to walk around. I'll see you guys in a bit" I began walking away and threw the leftovers of my burrito in the trash.

I didn't feel like talking to anyone. Selena being in here just made me feel gloomy. I sighed and made my way to the waiting room.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw Stephen talking to a nurse by the counter. His hair was messy and moist, and his shirt was on backwards.

I narrowed my eyes and walked over to him.

I pulled him roughly by his arm and dragged him outside of the hospital, "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" I seethed.

He looked up at me, "For Selena?" He said in a Are You Stupid tone.

"Who told you?"

"It was on the news you dickhead. I was in the shower and when I came out, I saw on my television a picture of Selena followed by a picture of the wrecked truck that she was in."

"She's fine. You can leave now." I pointed at the parking lot.

"Who was that guy with her?" I noticed his jaw hardened and his eyes darkened.

"Her friend. I don't know what the fuck your problem is. She's mine." I spat, "So get your jealous ass out of here."

"This is your fault." Stephen glared at me, "If you didn't let her go out with another guy, this wouldn't have happened."

"I didn't even know she was hanging out with him!" I shouted back, my anger increasing by the minute.

"What a good fucking boyfriend you are." He said sarcastically and leaned against a wall, glaring at me with judging eyes, "She deserves better than your pathetic ass."