Wishing I Could Save Myself from a Life I Despise: My Shadowed Life Series

Chapter 13: An Answer for An Answer

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Chapter 13: An Answer for An Answer

“Vegetable soup and orange juice, this is your idea of keeping me well fed and hydrated?” I asked with disappointment as Max placed a tray of soup and juice on my lap. I shrugged and pushed the spoon around the steaming liquid.

“This isn’t a restaurant. Just eat the soup.” He replied, a semblance of hurt made its way to his face. Maybe he worked hard on this. Clearly he was no gourmet chef, but I still expected a bit more. He settled himself at the foot of the bed and watched me intently.

“You couldn’t have made a steak and potato? I mean, I haven’t eaten in days.” I responded ungratefully. I was hungry and it didn’t seem that soup was really enough to do the trick. I hadn’t eaten in at least 5 days, which takes a toll on one’s system.

“Shut up and eat the damn soup, would you cheri? Would it kill you to say thank you?” Max replied with a smirk, but it seemed as though he was genuinely hurt or perhaps annoyed at my comments. It wasn’t that I was knocking his cooking skills, I was just so famished.

“Sorry. Thanks you.” I muttered and hastily devoured the nourishment before me.

I ate in silence as he stared at me, watching my every move very carefully. I wasn’t bothered by it, but the silence gave me time to think. There was something strange going on here. These brothers were hiding something from me and I needed to know what that something was.  

Why was Max always so concerned about me? What was the feeling I got from the necklace? How did he find me when I passed out from the injuries Chester inflicted on me? What feeling or sense was directing me during the attack? And why did I feel safe and comforted by Max, if not drawn to him, and feel as though I had known him for a long time? I had to get some answers, and I had to get them before I went crazy.

“Cheri, I need to check your dressings now. Don’t you think Gabe would be unhappy if I neglected my duties?” He asked with a nervousness that seemed somewhat misplaced. What was he so nervous about? It’s just a head wrap.

“Sure, do whatever you have to do. We wouldn’t want Dr. Do Good getting all crazy angry at you.” I commented with a grin. Max must have enjoyed my nick name for Gabe because he chuckled heartily.

He grabbed the needed supplies that Gabe thoughtfully sent with him, and placed them on the bedside table. His gentle hands unwrapped the dressing that covered the top half of my head. It seemed that my head was bruised and cut from the times that Ches had smashed it into the cabinets.

Max very carefully wet a gauze with saline and wiped the remnants of dried blood from my scalp and hair. He gently stroked the fallen hair out of my view, leaving my eyes free to roam his face. He was gorgeous, just as handsome as the day we first met. His eyes were just as mysterious and mesmerizing. I couldn’t deny that fact. His touch was gentle as his nimble fingers caressed my skin and hair, leaving me with a feeling of calm. I felt as though his touch was meant for me.

This was not a feeling that I could have afforded. I wasn’t worth it and I didn’t deserve it. My life was fucked up beyond repair and there was no further need to drag innocent people into it, no matter how adamantly they tried to interject themselves. My world was dangerous and neither Max nor Gabe were meant to live in it. Hell, my own mother and brother couldn’t survive.

What kind of person would I have been if I let them get killed because of me? That would make me the worthless person that I am and always have been. That is why I needed to end this charade that is my life, just as soon as I got out from under the blue eyed brothers’ watchful presence.