Unforgettable (Re-writing)

chapter 12

Chapter 12 

I woke up to the smell of bacon, I sat up swinging my legs over the side of the bed yawning on the way.

I followed the smell downstairs to find a shirtless Dylan, I smirked and silently and made my way behind him but before I rest my hands on him, I noticed a black mark on his right shoulder, but as I looked closer I made out a infinity sign with both our names making it.(I know it’s cliche but couldn’t think of anything else) 

I went back to my plan, my fingers touched the nape of his neck and started trailing down his spine. He immediately tensed at my touch. I had no idea I had this affect on him. “Lyla what are you doing?” “nothing” I replied simply wrapping me arms around his torso. After Dylan finished cooking we sat down at the table and Dylan immediately dug in, while I just sat there pushing it around my plate wondering about the events of last night. 

“Baby what’s up?” Dylan asked,”what happened last night after I went into our room?” I mumbled.

He sighed and beckoned me over, “well, both of them started mouthing off out you, then I just lost it. I couldn’t take that you were basically a few feet away and  they were talking to me about you like this. So I told them to leave” he finished,

“oh” I carefully nodded unsure what I should do next.

Dylan put the stuff in the dish washer and we made our way to the living room.

In the next couple of hours I was Snuggled up and lying on the sofa, I rested my left arm over Dylan’s stomach. My head lied on his chest against his heart that gently beats against my ear, as his left arm pulls me close and subconsciously strokes the back of my right hand. We lay there watching a film, I’m not sure what it’s called since I’m not really paying attention to it, instead I just close my eyes and breath in the manly scent of his lynx deodorant and cool water after shave as they combine together to make a very sexy combination that for some reason makes me feel safe and loved. His chest slowly rises and falls with each breath he takes. Lifting my head I look at him, willing him silently to lower his mouth to mine. Looking back at me he smiles as his lips start to move closer to mine just as I hear the doorbell ring, we both jump and I start to remover my self from him but he keeps a steady grip on my waist.

I giggled as he stood up, walking over to the door with me in his arms. He opened it with his spare hand before coming face to face with a police officer.

“Mr Martin?” the man at the door answered, he slowly nodded. “we have been informed that Tia Martin has been caught in a car crash.” He finished, turned and walked away with out another word. 

“WAIT” Dylan called, the officer turned around and nodded for him to continue “where is she?”

“At the mayday hospital, if you ask one of the doctors they will take you to see her” he replied then left.

I looked at Dylan and silent tears were rolling down his face, “come on,lets go to the hospital” I said breaking the silence.

He slowly nodded, once we were dressed we got in the car I was driving but Dylan was still next to me holding my hand in incredibly tight.

His breathing got more rapid as we got nearer to the hospital, I parked and we both got out slowly dreading what would overcome us.

Dylan was shaking and I was scared that he would lash out.

When a tall male doctor approached us, we both stood firmly to the ground. “Are you related to Tia Martin?” the man asked, we both nodded “would you like to follow me please..” He trailed of not knowing what to say next.

we were lead into small room, like an office and told to take a seat.

“Tia Martin, is in ICU at this moment but we are sorry to inform you but she doesn't have much time left. There is nothing we can do for her I am very sorry.” He finished getting up and beckoning us to follow him, 

I was basically dragged out the door by Dylan who had a tight grip on my hand.

Once outside the steal doors of ICU, the nurse warned us about her condition. We didn’t say anything.

Across from the doors was Tia. Her face was covered in bruises and her body was connected to different tubes.

Dylan was shaking as we sat next to Tia, but before he could even get a word out the machine next to us started to beep.

“WHAT’S GOING ON??” Dylan shouted at the top of his lungs, “please will you get out mr Martin” a petite nurse shouted at us.

“NO.”

A security guard soon came in and pushed us both out.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR” he screams I try to calm him but no use. He keeps banging his fists up against the hard steel door. When Dylan’s hands are covered in blood I feel sick.

He doesn't even look at his blood stained hand, but when and nurse comes over thats when I start to panic but before I could do anything, he has been injected and almost instantly falls to the floor.

I fell onto the floor into a heap crying as a doctor wheeled Dylan away in a chair.