Secret Desires

CHAPTER 25

ISAIAH

It was rough drive as my vision blurred with both rage and guilt. Speeding down the crowded road with my mother next to me was probably not the best idea ever, but I couldn't help myself. I can't believe I let it all get to this. He humiliated my own mother, the same woman that tolerated his over bloated ego just for him to toss her out like trash.

As I drove, I tried to steady my breathing and as soon as I got calmer, I began to slow down. I then began to slowly pull up in front of a flower shop.

"Mom I..." I stopped as she nodded while giving me a reassuring smile.

"It's okay" she whispered with a smile through tear filled eyes.

"Mom you're crying" As soon as I said it, guilt washed over my entire body and I buried my face in my palms.

"Who is he?" I felt her elbow nudge my upper arm.

I looked up at her and she was smiling warmly at me even with bloodshot eyes.

"What?" I asked sniffling hideously.

"Who's he?" She asked again and my mind trailed off to no where as I stared down at her with confusion.

"Who?" I asked again and her smile widened.

"I was at the party for a while, I saw you with a boy" she said and I couldn't help the smile that tugged on the corner of my lips.

"Oh, him" I said and she nodded.

"His name is Keith, he's my..." I trailed off and she took my hand in her's.

"No labels necessary" she said and I chuckled.

"Aren't supposed to not let me cheat on my wife" I asked through a humorous grin.

"Aren't you supposed to know that your happiness is my happiness" she asked and I nodded.

"Well?" She said and I smirked a bit.

We talked and shared a bunch of laughs as we conversed about Keith. How we met, he first day of work, I withheld information on the 'incident' and all other bdsm related stuff.

"Wow you must really love him, don't you?" She asked and my wide grin slowly faded.

As if on cue, my phone rang in my pocket, I gestured at my mom letting her know it won't take long as I saw the caller profile. What I didn't know was that what the caller, Monique, was about to say with be like a thousand knives to the heart.

There was an explosion, Keith's hurt

Her raspy crying voice echoed in my mind like a never-ending mantra.

Memorian Hospital

Without ending the call, my phone dropped from my hands and I grip the car key, turned on the vehicle and sped away ignoring my mother's questioning.

It only took a few minutes and we reached the hospital. My mom and I got out and I quickly jogged over to the front door. I got into the reception area and seated were Monique's dad who sat with his eyes glued on his pacing and sobbing daughter, Lance who seemed to have been fighting with his emotions and beside him was Primrose, who was weeping bitterly? Where did she get here.

It didn't take even a word before Monique told me his room number but before I could rush to him, she told me that he was about to undergo surgery and the doctors wouldn't let anyone in, but whoever said I give a damn about what a doctor says.

Ignoring the fact that I wasn't supposed to be let in, I ran to his theatre door and banged on it till a doctor came out.

"What are you doing sir, nobody is allowed in" he said but before I could speak, a nurse burst out.

"The patient isn't responding, he's still unstable, he keeps calling for Isaiah" she said and my eyes widened desperately.

"I'm Isaiah, I'll pay you ten grand if you let me in" I begged and the doctor's eyes widened greedily as he motioned to the nurse.

"Get him dressed" he said and she nursed escorted me to a corner where I washed my hands with some antibacterial gel and put on some gloves, face mask and a gown over my clothes.

I then ran in front of the nurse and into the theater. Laying in a bed in the middle while surrounded by doctors, was Keith. He looked bloodied and had a few scratches, cuts and bruises here and there but the major injury seemed to be his head.

"Keith" I muttered out as I slowly inched closer go the unconscious boy.

"Isaiah" his enstrangled voice called out and I pulled down my mask.

"Keith" I said louder and taking his warm hand in mine.

"He's stabilising" a nurse announced and two doctors proceeded wth the surgery.

He had a few pieces of metal lodged in him, two broken ribs and a head injury. I spent the entire time clutching unto his hand not even paying attention to the actual operation.

.......

About an hour later, his surgery was done and the nurses took him to another room to rest while I went to take off the gloves, masks and gown. Afterwards, I went to the waiting room area but couldn't find my mom, however, seated at a far corner was my father.

You have no idea how long it took me to write this....it's short and late and I'm really sorry