Heaped Up

Chapter 7

Heaped Up

Chapter 7

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I opened my eyes as the white walls were facing me. I blinked several times before adjusting what was around me. White sheets, white walls, white floor, white curtains. I snivelled in the room and turned my head to see Meth sitting beside me on a chair.

"Meth?" I called. He snapped his head at me and surprise was drawn on his face. It all hit me at once. We've been hit by a car and apparently, I was the one who got hurt. "Who hit your car?" I asked weakly.

"He ran away, that bastard." He spit the words before narrowing his eyes at me, "Doesn't matter, how're you?" He examined my face. It was quite an odd feeling to be a person that concerns Meth. He was feeling guilty otherwise he wouldn't be willing to take me to the hospital and wait for me to wake up.

"I-I'm okay." I said while nodding. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"An hour or so." He shrugged.

"You can go now, I'm fine." I told him.

His eyes softened, "No, I'm not leaving." He shook his head.

I stared at him for a while before mumbling, "I didn't ask for this either."

"Boston, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, you know." He said. The way he said my name made me wince slightly because that was the first time he ever said it, or was it the first time I notice..

I just shrugged, "You just feel sorry for me because guilt is eating you alive." That made him shut up. 

Suddenly, the door swung open and Jonathan appeared with wide eyes. 

"Holy shit, Boston, you okay?!" He whispered and enveloped me into a hug.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled into his chest.

He pulled from the hug and beamed at me, "My baby!" He kissed my forehead and hugged me again. I could feel Meth shifting on his chair uncomfortably. Jonathan pulled from me and snapped his head towards Meth. 

"Who the fuck is this?" He asked, disgustingly. 

"He was with me-" I was interrupted by Jonathan sweeping Meth off his feet and shoving him against the wall before hissing at him, "You fucking bastard!! You're lucky the injury isn't that serious or else I would've cut off your fucking-" 

"Stop it, Jonathan! Stop! Stop!" I started yelling because he was choking Meth's throat and his face started turning to a slight shade of purple, wouldn't want another unconscious person. That made Jonathan stop and Meth pushed him away while rubbing his neck and cursing.

"That's Marc's cousin he was taking me home. I'm fine okay it's just a few stitches on the forehead." I told my brother. 

"C'mon, let me get you out of here." He held my hand and started walking to the door. I turned my head to Meth to see that he was staring intensely at me. If he could develop some sort of a laser vision, he would've torn me apart. I just ignored him and continued walking with Jonathan to his car.

By the time we got home, I started looking for dad but apparently, he had a job interview an hour ago. You see, dad was a god lawyer back in Loyalton and worked in such a good firm with lots of friends and he loved it back there. So, it must take him a very hard time to work for a firm that was as good as the one in Loyalton. Ever since we arrived in here, he was so busy looking for a job instead of taking a good break. He finally got home by eight and was too tired to prepare some old fashioned dinner like he always did. He looked at me. He noticed my forehead.

Yay

"What happenned to your forehead?" His voice was full of concern.

"Dad, you know how clumsy I am, plus, it's a very awkward story." I lied.

He just smiled and ushered me to go to bed, "Go to bed." He ordered.

"Make me." I chuckled. He just shrugged and carried me upstairs to my room and tucked me to bed. He played with my hair and told me some lame stories just like the old times. My eyelids started feeling heavy and I fell asleep. In my father's arms.

Authors note

Sorry for the short chapter ...... :(