I hate fakers sequel

I hate fakers sequel (Chapter 7)

Chapter 7 - I hate fakers sequel

Mmmm, Im warm and fuzzy...

I wonder where I am? Why am I so tired? What happened?

I struggle to open my eyes, but give up because it's just too much hard work.

My ears start distinguishing sounds around me and all I hear is hushed whispers around me. What are they saying? Im struggling to make out the words but even that seems like a mission.

I can feel someone gripping my hand, and recognize the touch. I squeeze Jayden's hand and he quickly asks "Baby. Wake up baby please"

'Its too hard' I want to mumble but my tongue has gone on strike.

I squeeze his hand again, and finally win the battle with my stubborn eyelids.

Jayden swiftly kisses me when my eyes open, and I meet his concerned gaze.

"Don't move. The medics are on their way" Jayden assures me. Medics??? What are the medics coming for?

I do a once over of Jayden and notice his hand is bloody, and instantly fear rushes through me.

"What happened to your hand!?!" I demand of Jayden and quickly sit up. I wince in pain as my head begins to ache at the sudden movement. I clutch my head and moan, willing the pain to abate.

Jayden begins to fuss over me pleading "Please don't move baby. Help is on its way"

"Why does my head hurt?" I ask as Jayden manages to keep me from moving.

"Tyler hit you" Jayden mumbles as his brows knit in confusion.

Tyler hit me??? Tyler would never hit me...

Memories of the moments before I blacked out flood my mind...

Arguing with Tyler about Courtney... Jayden and Tyler fighting... Me stepping in between them, when a blow from Tyler, that was meant for Jayden hit me instead...

That brother of mine is going down!

I wonder what Jayden did to him? I know for a fact Jayden wouldn't have taken that lying down. That would explain Jayden's bloody hand.

I hope they didn't hurt each other too bad...

I want to do my own beating on Tyler. Sure, I know it was only an accident, and I got in the way, therefore inadvertently getting punched in the head.

From the guilty look in Tyler's eyes before his fist connected with my head, I know he didn't mean to hit me. But still... Im entitled to a little butt-kicking in return.

"Where the hell is he?" I hiss at Jayden still mindful of keeping still, in case I get another rush of pain.

"Like I care!?!" Jayden replies in an incredulous tone.

I look around the room, and notice my father standing by my bedroom door with a grave expression that makes my heart crumble.

Ive just ruined his perfect evening...

"Daddy, Im sorry" I whisper as tears threaten to spill.

"Don't you dare apologise. This is not your fault" my father angrily replies as Kylie pushes past him to sit next to me.

"Are you okay?" she asks with concern lacing every word.

"Im fine" I reply as Jayden snorts at my response.

Before I can glare at Jayden there's a soft knock at the door, and Linc walks in followed by two people who I assume are the paramedics.

"Hello Alayna. My name is John" the paramedic introduces himself. John glances around the room and I follow his gaze.