Babysitting the Bad Boy: Books 1&2

36.

I stood in the doorway of my mother's room. My bags dropped from my hands and hit the floor with a soft thud. My mother turned her head and gave me a weak smile. I rushed to her, tears in my eyes. I've never seen her look so weak before, and it pains me.

"Hi..." She said, her voice small and weak. She gives me a smile and I start to sob. "Welcome home, my baby.."

Her face had multiple stitches all over it and her head was wrapped up and her left leg rested in a cast, elevated. I sat beside her and held her hand. I couldn't find the courage to ask her what happened. Not yet. Instead, we stared at each other for many moments.

"You should go check on Nathan. I heard he's doing much worse on the psychological side," she told me after clearing her throat. She still had a bit of phlegm in her throat, you could hear it in her voice. I nodded slowy, agreeing since I couldn't stay with her any longer. The longer I stayed the more heartbroken I became.

I got my bags that were in the doorway and pushed them off to the side. Nathan was right next door, thankfully. When I knocked softly, and entered, he was staring up at the ceiling. I slowly approached him. Both his right arm and right leg were in casts, and he had stitches on his face, just a few, but his face was covered in bruises.

I gasped at the sight and when he turned to look at me, his eyes went wide. "Kimberly." He attempted to sit up, but I made him lay down.

"The doctor told me that you have many broken bones. So please stay still for me," I told him as I grabbed a chair and sat next to him. He kept his eyes on me the whole entire time.

"You've gotten prettier," he whispered and I felt myself blush.

"Oh stop. Just focus on recovering, okay?" I stood up and bent over, giving a gentle kiss on his forehead. When I turned to leave, he called out to me.

"Kimberly. Just know that there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think of you. All I could think about was if you were safe and you were eating well, and most importantly, if you were happy." Nathan closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down his temple.

"Nathan..."

"I feel so weak sitting here because I got my ass beat. If I couldn't even defend myself against a couple of bodyguards, how can I even protect you? I feel so disgusted and ashamed. All I want is to be there for you and strong enough for you to feel secure."

I smiled weakly and I went back over to him and took his bruised hand into mine. I squeezed it gently, trying not to apply pressure on the bruises, but also trying to comfort him.

"Nathan... Don't be too angry with yourself. These were unavoidable circumstances, so don't blame yourself. Trust me, I feel safe with you. Always," I assured him as I took my thumb and wiped his tears. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at me.

"Kimberly... I know you might not want to see me after I say this, but... I love you. I love you so much, and you don't know how frustrating it is for me to see you and Ryan together. He doesn't deserve you, you're too good for him. But I'm not saying I deserve you either.. I just--"

"Nathan. Your heart rate is going up and that's not good. So please rest, okay? I'll come back," I told him, cutting him off. I leaned down and kissed his forehead once more before leaving this room.

It's not that I didn't want to hear what he had to say, it's just, I'm not completely ready to hear it. I just got done watching Ryan leave me once again, I don't want to overwhelm myself with mixed feelings. I honestly really need to sort things out, before my head explodes from everything that's been happening.

I go back to my mother's room and she's sound asleep. I smiled at her as she snored quietly. I grabbed my bags slowly, being careful not to wake her. "I'll be back," I whispered, before leaving.

***

"Ms. Adams... I'm surprised you're here," Mr. Bradley said, his eyes wide and I stood on the steps with a smile on my face. "Is it regarding Mr. Winchester?" Mr. Bradley asked and I nodded. He sighed as he turned his head towards the inside of the house and then back at me. "I'm afraid he's not here."

"Mr. Bradley. I'm grateful for everything that you've done. And I truly began to understand Ryan, just like what you told me to do. However, I'm still in a war that I must end." I looked up and straight into Mr. Bradley's eyes. He stood frozen in his place and soon, bodyguards surrounded us.

"Is there a problem?" One of them asked, and Mr. Bradley shook his head. "You sure?"

"Mister, there's no problem. I'm trying to catch up with an old friend," I answered as I turned to him while I placed a hand on the arm of Mr. Bradley. I smiled wider and then Mr. Bradley cleared his throat before taking my hand off of him.

"As she said. Please, excuse us," Mr. Bradley said as he placed a hand on my back and guided me inside, closing the large doors behind him. He led me to a small bedroom and I looked around. On a small wooden dresser, there was a picture of Mr. Bradley and little girl about 6 years old. She was wearing a sequence dress, wine red, and it poofed out. Mr. Bradley was younger, maybe in his twenties and in a suit, something that I always see him wear. They both were smiling happily.

He noticed me staring at it and turned the picture frame down. He took a seat on the small twin bed in the corner and rubbed the back of his head. He had a nice full head of hair, but was gray and white. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small whiskey flask.

"You just saw my daughter." He pointed towards the picture. "She would be about 28 or 29 right now. The only reason why I'm in such good care right now... is because of her. And the reason why I cared so much for you, is because you remind me of her in so many ways. She always played dangerous games.. like what you're doing."

"What... what do you mean?"

"Her name was Hailey. Isaiah, Sir Winchester, and Hailey fell in love when they were teens. They would cause trouble. Hailey was always a risk taker and it's something that I've never taught her, because I always lived inside my comfort zone. She probably got it from her mother," he explained, suddenly smiling, probably remembering her mother.

"So... is Hailey, Winchester's daughter, named after yours?" I asked, hesitantly. He opened the flask and took a big gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He forgot all his manners when we entered this room, but I didn't mind it. It was fresh to see a different side to him.

"Correct.. He was the reason why my Hailey died. And since then, his family has controlled my life using my wife. Do you have any idea who my wife is?" He had tears in his eyes as he took another sip.

"W-Who...?" I had a lump in my throat as I watched him suck in a deep breath. He turned his gaze to the floor and gripped his flask tightly in his hand.

"Ryan's real mother."

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