-previously-
as I walk into the hospital, I see one of my men, guarding the door. He shows me to the ICU, a place that I have visited too many times before. As I look around, I see a nurse. "Excuse me, sorry, is a Blake Martens in this ward?" I ask.
"Not at the moment miss, they took him up to get operated. Do you know him?"
"As a matter of fact I do know him," I say before giving her my number. "Here," I say "Call me once he's done, please."
"I will miss."
With that, I walk to reseption, asking for a man who got shot, she guided me to a room where both the victim as well as Josh is staying.
I immediately stop in my tracks when I see who the victim is...
"Dawson?"
~ rowan's POV~
the blood drains from my body as i look at the person lying in the bed. so this is the guy Lenna was talking aboout.
well she wasnt wrong about his looks, ill give her that.
"dawson?" i ask , still trying to grasp the situation.
just as hes about to respond to my kind of retoricle question i get an incoming call.
CALLER ID:
MY UNSUITALBLE SPERM (FATHER😒)
"Sorry, ill be right back. i just have to take this call" before they could respond, im out of the room, getting prepared for this call.
I answer the phone hesitantly knowing ill be screamed at.
"father" I verbalize sternly, trying to sound more confident than I am at the moment.
Since I can remember,I was scared of him, his abusive behaviour, him mentally breaking me down into a million peaces, mom made it better though, always trying to make me feel better, always covering for me. Honestly, the only reason he hates me me so much is because im not a boy (or atleast I think that's why he hates me with every fiber of his being). Like lets face it, its not my fault his sperms are so shitty. After my mothers death it just got worse for the reason that he blames me for her death. Since I was five all I ever tried to do is to impress him and yet here I am feeling sorry for myself, but heres why, he loved Mia with all his heart and tried to kill me right after I was born, litterly, but after Mias pregnancy he started hating on her as well, not nearly the ammount of hate he treasures for me, but hate none the less.
'How," is all he says. "how can you be so irrasponsible? this would never have happened if i was still in charge."
now hes just trying o piss me off. "yeah, maybe it wouldnt have,but guess what, youre not in charge anymore so fuck off!"
with that i end the call, feeling quite pleased with myself. when i turned around the nurse looked at me, quite shocked. she probably heard the whole conversation, being the person that i am i walked right past her as if i didnt see her and went back into the room
as i entered, i could feel the atmosphere changing, from where it was once shock, to anger and hurt.
"how even are you here, you cant be the victim! i. forbid. it."
i've always had a problem with being too controling, probably also my father's fault.....the dick.
"well, baby girl," he snickers as i role my eyes at the awful nickname he just gave me, " i was hoping to see you there, but got a bullet to the stomach instead atleast you're here to comfort me now... And what happened to our escape plan, i thaught you were serious about it?"
