The Not-So-Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 19

I'm up but I don't open my eyes. I shift and try to open my eyes, but fail because Mr. Sun is shining in my face, blinding me. I groan and then I hear something move. Slowly the light on my face disappears. I open my eyes and sit up. I look around, taking in all of my surroundings. First I look at me. I see a whole bunch of machines hooked up to me. I look at where I'm sitting to find out that I'm in another hospital bed. I look up and see Aiden smirking at me, "Why is it were in the same situation as we were two days ago?"

"T-two days ago?" I stutter. He nods and then I look to the chairs in the corner of the room and see Kale and Elena sitting there. "It's Sunday, sweetheart. You've been out for a day." I nod, slowly. I look back to Elena, "Can you help me up? I thirsty but I really have to pee." He laughs, before guiding me to the bathroom.

I use the bathroom then use Aiden as a support while walking back to the bed. I stop right when I'm going to sit, I turn around and walk towards Kale and Elena. I tap Elena's shoulder and sit in the vacant chair next to her. She shifts little then opens her eyes. She look towards the bed and sees it empty. Then she turns towards me and her eyes light up. I pull her into a tight hug and she hugs me back just as tight as I do. "Claire, it is so good to see you. I wish it wasn't in here, especially because of how much you despise this... place, but it's still good to see you." She pulls away and nudges Kale, making me giggle a little, "What has my son done to you now?"

"Actually I'm not so sure and just to be clear it was both of them." Her face hardens right before she turns to glare at the boys, "You boys are up shit creek." I laugh and then she frowns, "You know know that I think of it, you guys will practically be in your own living hell because if I remember correctly little Ellie Richards was always the one to hold grudges over little things. She would always make a big deal out of small things and now she's grown up and this is a huge thing. Have fun dying, boys. And to think I always thought Kale would go because of an accident or because of old age."

Halfway through Elena's beautiful speech, the boys exchanged some terrified looks. There faces right now are priceless. Elena and I sneak a look at each other before we start laughing like crazy. "Have a nice death, darlings." They turn to each other again, with wider eyes, if that was even possible. Elena and I start to laugh again. "Y-y-ou're k-id-d-ing... r-ri-gh-t?" Aiden says with frightened eyes. I shake my head, "Ella might kill you two and then she might blame herself for leaving me with you to dummies and then go insane...er"

Kale falls into the chair he was originally sitting in and takes a deep breath. Aiden starts pacing the room, "So when are we going to tell her?" I laugh, "Aiden that's hilarious. She's Ella Richards, she most likely already knows, especially since Joseph would of told her."

"Joseph? Who's Joseph?" Kale asks while sitting back up in the chair. I turn to him and then Elena asks, "Since when do you call him Joseph?" Kale gets up and walks over, "Can someone please tell me who the hell Joseph is?" Elena grumbles, "Her father, you idiot. Sometimes I wonder if you really are my son, boy." I giggle.

"Claire, since when do you call him Joseph?" I shrug, "When he gave up on being my dad. That's when he lost that privilege to call me his daughter and the respect of me calling him dad." My eyes start to tear and I blink them away. Right when they're gonna start asking more questions the door swing open and I see Nate walk in. I smile, weakly and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "So... Claire, how have you been feeling?"

"I've been better, but I'm fine. When can I-" He cuts me off, "Claire, I'm serious how are you feeling?" I give him a stern look, "I'm feeling fine, doc." He gives me his own stern look, "Claire, please stop the games. I can't do my job if you don't be truthful about how you're doing."

I snicker, "Nate, I'm telling the truth. I. Feel. Fine. My head was a little sore when I woke up but I'm pretty sure that was from the sun burning my pupils shut. I was a little wobbly when I first got up, but I'm fine. Happy?" He rolls his eyes and looks down at the documents on the clipboard. I wait for 20 seconds before asking, "So are you going to tell me what's wrong with me? Or what happened? Or when I can leave my personal living hell?" My voice rises a little towards the end but I just keep up my stern look.