Her Light - His Darkness✔

Chapter 34

The annoying sound of constant beeping reaches my ears, I reach over to swat the alarm waking me up from the weirdest dream I've ever had but my hand connects with air. The overpowering familiar smell of bleach and disinfectant invades my nose, making my stomach churn.

Opening my eyes, I expect to see darkness but instead I see light. I can't make out where I am through the blurriness of my vision, but I can make out a dark figure standing in front of me. Blinking several times, the haziness starts to lift, I can hardly see the monitors beside me showing me that I am in fact alive. I made it out.

Did I though or is this another fucked up dream?

I try sitting up but a pain shoots through my abdomen causing me to groan. The figure moves, and I rub my eyes desperately wanting to see them.

"Hello Logan." I immediately recognize that voice.

"Mrs. Smith?" I croak out hoarsely, painfully. I remove my hands from my eyes, slowly opening them. I can see her better now. Black streaks run down her cheeks from her red-rimmed eyes, her hair disheveled, sticking up in all directions like she's being tugging at it for hours.

"How are you?" She fills a cup with water, placing the straw near my lips. I greedily gulp the cold liquid down, the coolness soothing my dry throat.

"What happened?" I avoid her question, answering her with my own.

"Well, Lan kidnapped you, held you captive in your old basement for three days, tortured you then he stabbed you and you stabbed him, you escaped leaving my son to die and now here you are, all stitched up and ready for recovery."

A part of me was hoping that it was all a sick and twisted dream my hungover brain had cooked up, another part of me hoped that the last four years of my life was another one of those dreams and my parents would come walking in through the door with a mixture of disappointment and amusement covering their faces explaining to me that I'm suffering from alcohol poisoning or delusions due to the amount of alcohol that I have consumed, but then beautiful, light-filled amber eyes pop into my head and an unexplainable warmth along with it and I just... I just can't imagine my life now without having Christian being a part of it.

A small piece of me still holds out hope that the car crash was a dream and my family is still intact.

"Why are you here?" I ignore her statement and the bitterness dripping from her every word.

"Landon survived."

"What?" I question, my heart beating faster. I can't go through all that again.

"He survived, he's up in the psych ward for evaluation."

"He deserves it." I mumble feeling my eyelids grow heavier.

"Landon has countless charges against him, please Logan, don't lay more charges against him."

"He wouldn't be facing jail time if it weren't for you." I look her dead in the eye, refusing to look away as she scowls at me.

"You ungrateful little bitch," she sneers, her nostrils flaring, "how dare you? Do you have any idea what I had to put up with because of you?

"Because of me?"

"That boy cried for you day and night–"

"–you told me he died." I say through gritted teeth watching as her tired eyes widen ever so slightly.

"I did it for the both of you! It was for the best. Landon couldn't worry about you, he couldn't take care of you, he needed to focus on his recovery, you needed to focus on Gabby, why won't you understand this? I did it out of love!" She paces the length of the room, fingers tangled in her hair, her eyes wide and frantic.