Draven's POV:
"Hadley Benson." I tell the desk lady at the hospital.
"Are you family?" She bats her eyelashes and smiles.
"I'm her boyfriend." I say.
Its not a lie. Technically we're together.
Her smile drops. "Room 311."
I run to the room and slam the door open. "Is she okay!?"
Emery is beside the bed crying.
The machine beeps as Hadley's heartbeat picks up.
"Draven, give her time to heal. It was a bit too much for her to handle." Alex said.
"Is she okay!" I demand.
Alex closes his eyes.
"Alexander, answer me!" I growl.
"Draven......she lost a lot of blood...........she's in a coma." He says his eyes still shut.
My heart broke into little pieces.
"We'll leave you alone with her..." Alex said and walked out, Emery following.
I walk to her bed and sit beside it.
"Why are you doing this to me Hadley? You're killing me. First you ignore me, and I kiss you. Then you get kidnapped, and I wanted to kiss you. Now your hurt and I can't kiss you."
I look down at her and a single tear slipped from my eye.
"Please Hadley. I can't live like this. I can't live without you."
I hear a gunshot just outside the door.
Sam's gang? Ethan's gang?
I don't know, and right now, I don't care.
I only care that Hadley's okay and safe. She needs to be safe, even though that's next to impossible.
She's a gangleader, her dad's a gangleader, and I'm a gangleader.
Her life revolves around gangs.
Her life revolves around danger.
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Running
Teen FictionThere is always one question to answer. Fight or Flight? But Hadley Benson can't always run. **COMPLETED** **Sequel is OUT** #DeadEnd (15,030 words in all) *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, THIS SERIOUSLY NEEDS TO BE REWRITTEN*