My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 13

Arabella

His eyes were wide open now, looking at me hardly because of his black bags under his pretty eyes. I took his hair away from his injured face, smiling happily; he was alright despite his bruises and stitches. I've noticed he had a huge bandage around his chest down to his waist, possibly injuries there also.

"Alex..." I took his hand in mine, slowly pulling it to my chest. "I remember you."

His lips curved a bit, trying to apply a half-smile on his face. His fingers crossed with mine, softly patting them with rhythm.

Kyle walked into the room, still angry. He frowned when he saw me beside him with our fingers crossed. That's when I knew I had to move away from him, but I wasn't going to. I stood there by his side not giving a damn about what Kyle was thinking in this situation.

"I called the guys. They will be here in any minute, " he sat down. "Meanwhile, scumbag, you have some explanation to give"

"Kyle. Not now." I cut him off.

"He isn't on his death bed Arabella. If he was I'd still ask him questions I need answers to. " his answer was blunt.

I frowned, getting up from the chair. "I'm going to take a coffee. Do you want? "

Kyle shook his head.

Alex

As soon as Arabella left the room I felt lonely even though Kyle was was there with his eyes on me, not shifting his gaze somewhere else. My face was numb and I could feel a light pain in my chest whenever I breathed, painkillers making their way from the bag to my veins. He stood there quiet.

" I am s-sorry" I could barely speak.

He smirked, not giving a damn about me and all things that took place in the past twelve hours. I guess he was just copying me; I was always like that, but in her presence, although I have been a dick whenever I had the chance of winning her, keeping her away like she was apocalyptic.

"You are sorry? You should be ashamed of yourself Alexander." He paused. "How could you do this to me? To her!" He raised his voice, now raspy sounds filling the hospital's echoed rooms.

"I..." I choked on my word.

"If you will hurt her, I promise I'll break y'a head lad. " he stood up, with his hand on the door handle. "Actually, never talk to her again" he left the room.

I sighed deeply, fresh air invading my damaged lungs.

A nurse came checking up on me. "Looks like y'a feel better now" she smiled.

"Tomorrow you can go home and have a nice holiday while resting. " she checked my saline bag carefully then she turned around and left.

" Excuse me miss, is there any brown haired girl in the corridor?" I cleared my throat and finally, could speak.

"No, but there are three boys wandering around. Are they your friends?"

"Yes, " I answered with a stupid smile on my face. "Can they come in?"

She smiled, leading them to the room.

"Whoa brother' what happened to y'a?" Matt rushed to my bed"

Arabella

I couldn't believe Kyle. Who was he to not let me see him anymore? He was my brother and I loved him to death but it was my life and I should decide whether I am going to let a guy mock me or not; I was stupid thinking about that 'cause I didn't actually need a dickhead playing with my feelings and body when he wanted. I tend to be really silly sometimes to put someone's life before mine, and that fucks me because I always end up alone with no moral support.