Johns POV
My anger boils. Poison?! What do they mean??! Was it in the food they put into liquid then fed him?!
'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU MEAN' I scream at them. They look at me in total horror.
I can feel myself loosing control and almost giving into temptation but I some how fight it back.
I hold onto Jarens hand.
'I will ask you again. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY POISON?!' I yell at them
One of them bows their head slightly and looks at me from under his bangs.
'Some girl paid us millions to feed him the poison' he says in a shy whisper
I know who it was.
That son of a bitch
'Thank you for telling me now get something to make sure he stays alive or I'll sue you.' I state, kind of stressing the fuck out.
I look over at my baby and see he's okay.
He looks very stressed but I can tell me being here was comforting him. His breathing is ragged and his chest is raising and falling fast.
I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm here for him. He squeezes it back.
I look at him and see his eyes shimmering as if he's in the verge of tears. I squad down next to him and look him in the eyes. I looks at me and gives me a fake smile.
I cup his face with my other hand and give him a apologetic smile. If only I had known.
3 days later.
He's still in the hospital.
They say the drug was strong.
It changed him a lot.
His hair now a white colour.
He has to wear 3D glasses to see normal.
His blueish eyes are now a brown colour.
What did this drug do to my baby?
I've visited him everyday. He says he's fine. I can tell he's not.
The poison is eating away at him. It's eating him from the inside out.
It's chewing through him. Blistering his insides.
He's been groaning in pain for the past day. He's been sick and vomiting for the past day.
He's not Ok.
I want to help him but I can't. I can't do anything.
She hurt him. Why the fuck did she hurt him? He's amazing, cute, sweet, funny, adorable and hot. His laugh is adorable.
He's so cute.
But he won't last long.
They say he's got a year to live.
A year to love.
A year.
365 days.
It's not long.
He has so much to live for.
I wish this was a dream.
But it's not.
It's life.
It's forever.
He'll leave me soon.
He won't live to his graduation.
He won't live to have kids.
He won't live to see his grand kids.
He won't live for me to ask him...
To marry me.
He won't.
I wish he would.
But it's all planned out.
He won't live longer than a year.
If he does he's special.
I already know he is.
But they think not.
I think so though.
I think he can live.
It's a 50/50 chance.
I wish it was more like 80/20.
But it's not.
It never will be.
He may not live.
He may die.
I may have to go to his funeral.
I may not be able to make my promise come true.
I may have to let him go.
I may not be able to keep him...
Safe
Short I know but I'm starting a new book. Called 'why me?' It's basically basically one of those books where it's like a tweet or Instagram post convo between Smii7y and Kryoz.
So yeah
May update this weekend may not
