Forbidden Love

Chapter 6

*Creighton's pov*

My mind started to wake up but my eyes did not open. It was like they were trying to hide me from the reality that I would have to face when I awoke.

"Creighton, I am so sorry," a girls voice spoke. I instantly recognized it as Jessamine's. Where am I? Oh my god I died. My father killed me.

"I have so many things to tell you, and I have to say them now. I know you won't hear me but maybe that's for the best because I have an earful to say," she said and mentally I was thinking what the hell does she want to say?

Then I felt myself drifting off. I didn't hear a word of what she said.

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When I woke up again, my legs felt stiff and numb. It hurt to breathe. It felt like I had just ran a marathon and couldn't get air into my lungs. I slowly opened my eyes to see a nurse who was checking the clipboard at the bottom of my bed.

"Good, you're finally awake. You slept for quite awhile," she said. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and she was dressed in a typical nurse outfit. I looked around the room.

"I'll have the doctor come in to talk to you," she said and walked out.

I tried to think what happened and everything was a blur. My mind was blocking the memory.

"Good, you're awake. You sustained quite a bit of injuries. Would you like to tell us what happened?" A doctor walked in. My head snapped up as I glared at the man.

He looked to be in his forties and not tall. I would probably tower over him if I wasn't in this stupid bed.

I shook my head vigorously. I was not saying anything. I didn't want my father gone. He was the only adult that I had in my life. Even if he was a shitty adult, he was still my father.

"We know that someone did this to you. We just can't make any allegations unless you tell us," the doctor continued and I stared blankly at him.

I shook my head and he sighed.

"Creighton just please tell us. We can have the person arrested. They won't bother you anymore," he said, trying to convince me to tell him.

I thought about it for a second. But then I have no parents.

I shook my head again and the doctor sighed.

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know," the doctor said before walking out.

I let out a breath I had been holding. I knew it was my father but I couldn't remember what had happened.

Just then, Alex came running into my room.

"Thank god you're okay!" He yelled. He looked out of breath.

"Where did you come from?" I asked him and he smirked.

"I've been here for 2 days, waiting for you to wake up. The medicine they gave you for the pain knocked you out. So you're going to be staying with me when you're released from this place," Alex said.

Then it clicked. Now I remembered what happened. Why the hell did my father freak out about me leaving? Was he mad that he wouldn't be able to beat me senseless anymore? Or was there another reason?

"I don't have any of my stuff," I said to him.

"Don't worry. I got your stuff before I came to the hospital. No need to worry bro," he smiled. He was an amazing friend.

"Thank you," I said to him.

"How are you feeling?" Alex asked me.

"I don't feel anything but numbness. Oh and that it's hard for me to breathe right now," I told him. My dad probably kicked my ribs too hard again.