Forgotten Past

Chapter Fourteen

Omg sorry I haven't updated in a long time! I'm a lazy bitch what can I say..? Lol on to the story (:

Aiden Woods

"Aiden's awake."  Jackson's mom breathed out. I groaned as I slowly sat up. Jackson ran to my side, leaving the extra food he was holding with his mom. I had a pounding headache and it was really bright. What happened?

"W-what happened?" My voice came out as a rasp. I needed water. As if Jackson had read my mind he put a glass of water in front of my face.

"I'll explain everything after the doctor comes and sees you. Would you like some water?" His voice was soft and light.  I nodded my head, not wanting to damage my voice from the lack of water. Jackson held the glass up to my mouth and tilted it slightly, not wanting to make me choke. I drank about two big gulps before the doctor came in to check on me.

"Mr. Woods-" I cut him off.

"Aiden's fine." I cleared his throat and started again.

"Aiden, since you have woken up, you will be able to go home and rest a bit more in about two hours or so. I've prescribed you some pain medicine to help with the pain a bit, you can go to your local pharmacy and get them there. That's all, please enjoy your visitors, Mr. Aiden." And with that, the unnamed doctor ran out the room. I smiled, knowing that I was getting out of this awful place. It wasn't that the hospital was bad, but hospitals in general, I just didn't like. I sat up in my bed and realized that I was in a hospital gown. I groaned. I hated hospital gowns. If I even moved slightly to the side then everyone could see my back. I have too many scars and bruises.

"C-can I wear any clothes? I mean, anything but this gown thing." Jackson smiles and nodded. He headed out the door to get my clothes, I guess. A couple seconds after that, some of Jackson's- our friends? Can I consider them my friends? I don't know. Jackson's friends walked in the room.

"Aiden! Buddy, we missed you!" Mason exclaimed. I smile.

"Mason, hey." My voice was still a little rough, but barely. Lukas was beside him, along with Liam, Ethan, and Noah. I wave to all of them and smile. They all greet back when Jackson walks back into the room, my clothes in his hand. Jackson hands them to me and stares at me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" Jackson asked. I rolled my eyes and made a hand movement for  them to turn. Mason stifled a laugh as he turned around. The rest of them in the room turned as well. Jackson's mom turned and walked out of the room to give me some privacy. I slowly got out of bed and took off the gown, making sure no one was looking. I put on my boxers first, slowly, not wanting to be in anymore pain then I was. I groaned when the waistband of the boxers touched a bruise on my hip. Jackson quickly turned around with worry in his eyes. I looked away, embarrassed. I needed help. I look back him and pointed to my clothes. He nodded his head knowing that I meant I wanted help.

He grabbed my shirt and gently put it over my head. His finger brushed against my shoulder, making me gasp. It sent tingles throughout my entire body. He stopped and looked at me to make sure I was okay. I nodded my head, telling him that I was good. The black quarter sleeve shirt hug loosely on my body, the end hanging about four inches above my knee. He grabbed my black shorts and made me sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly slid the short up my legs, buttoning them at the top. He got down on his knees and grabbed the edge of my shorts and rolled them. I watched in awe as I watched his concentrated face.

Once he was finished with that, he slid my black ankle socks onto my feet. It was much easier than the other clothing's because my father never touched my feet. I hopped off the bed and got used to the new clothes on my body. I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand next to the hospital bed and slid them onto my face. Jackson smiled at me as I pushed them up my nose. I sat back down and smiled at Jackson, who was looking at me lovingly. We just sat there and stared into each other's eyes till we hear someone clear their throat.

"Dudes, are you done?" Liam asked. 

"Oh! I completely forgot. You can turn around, I'm done." The rest of them turned with Liam.

"Okay, good. We want to know how you got into the hospital? Who did this to you? I'll kill them personally for you." Mason had a dark gleam in his eyes as he said this. My eyes widened. I don't want my dad dead. Then I'll have no one. I love him.

"I-I don't want to tell you." I said, firmly. 

"We're not taking no for an answer, Aiden! I need you to tell us! Don't you see that we don't want you getting more hurt! Don't you see how much it hurts us? How much it hurts Jackson? We have to put this person away." Lukas yelled quietly. I was taken aback by this. Lukas never yells. He barely raises his voice above a loud whisper. I felt tears form in my eyes. I really don't want to get my dad in trouble.

"Aiden, if you tell us, they're never gonna hurt you again. They'll be gone. In prison. For at least a few years, if not more. Please, I'm begging you. Tell us. Tell your friends." Ethan pleaded. The rest of the guys agreed with Ethan and Lukas. I looked down, showing that I wasn't ready to tell them.

"At least tell Jackson. You guys seem close. The least you could do is tell him." I looked up at Liam and bit my lip, furrowing my eyebrows a little. Liam's eyes widened. "You know!?" Liam directed towards Jackson. Jackson looked down and nodded. "Then tell us!" Liam shouted.

"I can't! Aiden isn't ready to tell anyone!" I felt a warm tear fall down my face.

"Jackson! We want to help him! Tell us!" More tears fell down my face as the rest of them argued more. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop fighting! I'll tell you..." I yelled at everyone. They all turned to me and saw the tears on my face. I took off my glasses and wiped my face off with my hand. I put them back on and stared at the rest of the guys. "It was... My father." As if it was planned, Jackson's mom walks back into the room.

"Did you just say your father did this to you?" She looked angry. I looked down and nodded my head. Mason growled.

"I'll kill him!" Liam jumped beside him and agreed. More tears fell down my face.

"Please don't! I love him! He's the only one I have left..."

"They won't kill him." Jackson's mom scoffed. "Just tell me his name. I'll make sure he goes to prison and thinks about the decisions he's made." She said gesturing to my bruised body. I bit my lip and said the name.

"John Woods." Jackson's mother gasped.