"Nobody should be in a position where they are suffering abuse at the hands of another, and if this is the case for you, stopping the abuse by leaving the situation is the only course of action to take."
― Theresa Jackson
You guys were yelling at me about the cliffhanger (and my sister gave me a meanie pants look) so like, here's the second update today...
chapter 46
There's a burning amount of pain.
Bar always thought that when he died it would be painless. That it would be a freeing feeling, a warm one. Like a tortured soul finally leaving it's hellish body.
But he was cold.
And aching
He slowly took a deep breath, his rib cage screaming in agony and making him flinch, slow fingers moving up to grab his ribs.
He knew that feeling all too well. Broken. He had broken ribs.
He felt heavy.
He couldn't move one arm.
It hurt to breathe and to swallow.
His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls and each one had cactus needles in them.
His whole body felt like an eye that someone just poked-- completely unpleasant.
Definitely not dead.
Bar opened his dark eyes slowly, an odd beeping just registering in his ear-- it was annoying as hell-- and the brightness made him squint, trying to get his bearings together to see where he was.
Not his room. Not Clementine's. Not one of his best friends and not in Maddie's house either.
He blinked.
Once, twice, three times.
He was in the hospital.
Why the fuck was he in the hospital?
"Shit," Bar said to himself, voice croaky and harsh, a headache pulsing behind his eyes and he pushed himself to sit up, legs over the side of the bed.
He ripped off the thing attached to his index finger, making the annoying beeping go into a continuous noise.
That shit was hurting his head and ears.
Through blurry eyesight, he noticed that he was only in a pair of his boxers, scars exposed but that was the last of his worries.
"Oh!" Someone abruptly spoke from the doorway. "Mr. Red, you're awake--"
"Fuck!" Bar stood up, legs weak under him but he braces himself on the wall that was, thankfully, right next to the bed. "You scared me. Why the hell am I in here? What happened?"
"I'll explain everything, please just sit down," The middle-aged woman who Bar assumed was the doctor rushed over to him, not touching him but making hurried gestures towards the bed, turning off the beeping machine. "You're going to upset your injuries."
"I'm fine," Bar stopped himself from glaring at her, not remembering anything. Not knowing why he was there.
The last thing he remembered he was cuddling with the little goddess.
The little goddess.
Bar snapped his dark eyes to the woman's, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he blurted out, "Clementine Astoria, is she okay? Did she get admitted too?"
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Bar Red's Redemption ✔
Storie d'amore"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans...
