The Eyes Tell Lies (Khalil Underwood Series #1)

Didn't Mean To Do it

Keke POV

Khalil stirred in his sleep, looking like the most innocent person in the world. It's been a while since I saw him so vulnerable. So innocent. So angelic. I felt bad for being the reason he's like this. No matter what anyone had to say, it was my fault he was like this. I left at his lowest point and now he's back in the hospital.

His mom cried in the corner of the room. Avery comforted her. I sat by his bed and held his hand, my thumb grazing the back of it.

If I could take back all of it, I would. If I could prevent ourselves from falling for each other, I'd definitely do that. If I could've stopped Stacey's death, I would. I'd do anything to make Khalil happy. Ever since we've gotten together, I was the reason he was far from happy.

I changed him.

He was much happier without me fucking up his life. Thanks to me, Khalil was laying in a hospital bed with his mom crying and waiting for him to wake up.

After three days, he just didn't seem to be waking up. I knew he was alive by the faint sighs in his sleep and the stirring he kept doing.

"Khalil, please wake up." I whispered.

I'd carelessly allowed a tear to slide down my cheek at the sight of him. He looked a mess. I could see the exhaustion in his facial features.

I raised his hand to my lips and left a small kiss on the back. He stirred more in his sleep, making me feel more relieved that he was still showing us signs of life.

Each time I looked at him, I saw the events of what happened a few days ago.

"You..." I dropped the phone after the word I dreaded to hear escaped Avery's lips. I rushed to put my shoes on and ran out the house.

I never ran so fast in my life for anything. I reached his house and kicked his bedroom door down. Avery had just arrived.

I found Khalil's body lying lifelessly on the floor. I rushed towards him and felt around for a pulse. His heartbeat was faint and vaguely felt.

"Call 911!" I exclaimed. "CALL 911!" I said louder, hoping someone took actions.

Avery dialed the number while Khalil's mom stood at the doorway confused.

"What's going on?" She said, half asleep.

"Call 911." I yelled.

I couldn't keep the tears from running down my face. Khalil lied helplessly on the ground. "You..." kept running through my mind at the sight of Khalil on the ground in front of me not responding to my pleas.

"KHALIL WAKE UP!" I yelled as his beat got slower and slower as time went by.

The EMT's arrived at the right time. They carried him out on the gurney and rushed him to the hospital. Police stayed and talked to us. His mother cried.

"Khalil, I didn't mean to hurt you." I choked on tears. "I didn't mean to do it."

After a while after Avery took Khalil's mom home (She didn't want to leave.), I just let all the tears flow.

"Khalil, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry!  I should've been there for you. I'm sorry." I cried, "Wake up. Wake the fuck up. I'm sorry. Wake up." By now, I looked a mess.

I dropped my head into his chest and pounded on him. My cries got worse and worse as the word "You" flooded my head.

"This is all my fault. I'm the worst girlfriend ever." Khalil stayed quiet. Still unconscious. "I... I love you."

SHORT CHAPTER. I'M SORRY. I HAD TO. I HAD TO. BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS.. Cant believe I gt so many reads . ♥ BYE

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