What is Love?

Frying Pan

3 months later...

MICA

It's currently 3 AM and I'm secretly packing my things up. I'm being as quiet as I can considering Ryder is still asleep in bed and hugging a body pillow that I stole from Vanessa.

I can't stay here now that a war is brewing. When Ryder said that he loved me a few months ago, I didn't know how I felt about him. Now I'm leaving because I know exactly how I feel.

I love him. But I need to leave, for both our sakes. This relationship we have is not healthy. Love itself is not healthy.

I gently pick up my suitcases and purse while hurrying out the bedroom door and practically sprinting down the stairs. The faster I get out of this place, the further i will be from him and the safer he will be.

All I ever do is lose the poeople I care about most. My mum, my adoptive dad, and Diana. I can't stand by knowing at some point I might lose Ryder too.

I'm planning on moving back to Ireland and go back to being a hired assassin. It's so much less heartache is I stay away from everyone except for the people I need to kill. 

As I reach the bottom step of the grand staircase and start rushing towards the front door I blackout.

...

"Is she alive? I told you to stop her from leaving, not knock her out." Says a familiar voice.

"Well sorry, but I panicked! She's not the easiest to fight or talk down. Why do you think I tied her to a chair?" I think Derek says, squealing. I groan in response to their voices and open my eyes.

"Are you ok, MJ?" A glass of water with a straw gets put in front of my face. I take a sip of the water.

"No." I simply state in an annoyed and pissed off tone.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

I look down and realize that I'm in one of the hospital beds at the clinic upstairs. When I sit up my head starts to pound and i have to lay right back down.

"Why were you about to leave?" Asks my new friend Krysti.

"The real question is is why am I not tied to a chair like Derek just said? And why do I feel so sick all of a sudden?"

"You have a minor concussion because this idiot hit you in the back of the head with a cast iron pan." I narrow my eyes in Derek's direction.

"Ugh, and why am I not tied to a chair?"

"That's because you weren't waking up and I had a bad feeling I killed you. But hurrah! She's ALIVE!" He says standing up and making his voice sound like a mad scientist. How many movies does this guy watch?

"And she is going to kill you once she can get out of bed without a pounding headache. Would you prefer to get buried alive or fed to the tiger you got Diana for a present?" Everyone gasped or snickered.

"Everyone out! She needs to rest." Orders Alonzo.

"But-"

"No, Van. You need to go lay down too. The baby could come any day now. I don't think its a good id-"