Loving You - Chapter 28 (Patreon)

Damien

Nevaeh. I had dragged her through so much. I looked at her now battered body laying in the hospital bed. I was so close to losing her forever. So fucking close. The slow tempo of the heart monitor cracked at my shell I had built up for so many years with each tone it emitted. Her chest fell and rose slowly. There were bandages on her body, a cast over her leg, and her mouth was stitched up from lip to cheek where it was torn. My eyes travelled down to her stomach.

Rage boiled deep inside me for Ramirez and that piece of shit Gabriel. After Ramirez broke Nevaeh's leg and reopened her wounds I lost it. Everything went red and when I was finally pulled off of him my fists were bloodied and swollen. And what was left of his face lay beneath me. I had never beat a man to death. But I had murdered Ramirez with my bare hands. And I reveled in every second of it.

I focus back on Nevaeh. Her slow breathing calming me down. I had never been so relieved in my life. I thought she was gone. And by the time we got her medical attention they had to jump start her heart. I was so fucking close to losing her. I reach my hand forward on the bed to push away a dark curl from her forehead. She doesn't stir. I run my hand along her soft cheek. This was all my fault. I got careless. And now she was in more pain than she deserved. All due to me. I had taken away everything from her.

I hear a loud commotion coming from the hallway and look out the door to see her brother barreling down the corridor. The nurses were trying to stop him and calm him down but it was pretty obvious he wasn't having it. I had called him. I haven't the slightest clue what possessed me to do it but she needed more than just me now. I step out into the hallway to tell the nurses it's fine, and as soon as he laid his eyes on me his face contorted into one of sheer anger. He came at me full speed, the intent of what he was about to do obvious by his bodies stance. The boy thought he could punch me. He swung at me with full force which I dodged easy. He swung again.

"You sick son of a bitch!" He was still swinging like a wild animal. Maybe if I was someone else he would have hit me by now. I easily dodge his attack and strike hitting him in the jaw and holding him around his throat in a vice grip. He was a fool if he thought he could speak to me that way.

Now that I had him by the throat I began to notice the similarities between him and Nevaeh. They had the same nose. Same eyes. I'd give anything to have her open her eyes and look at me once more.

"Now, I'm going to let you go. And if you know what's good for you you will not raise your fist to me again. Understood?" He only glared at me some more but I took it as a yes. I let go and he rubbed his jaw. I could have broken it if I wanted. But I didn't because I knew Nevaeh wouldn't be happy about that.

He walked into the room and I looked around to see the nurses staring at me in shock. I didn't care though. This was a private hospital. And if they knew what was good for them they'd keep their mouths shut.

I walk into the room in behind her brother to see him crying over her broken frame.

"Oh God.. What did they do to you Nev..?" I could hear his whispers. I sat across the room and watched him carefully. My parents never had more than just me. I was a boy so my father had no reason to keep trying. I guess this is what a sibling connection was. And once again I felt my heart breaking for them.

He was by her for about an hour. Never leaving her side. He had brought a chair over to her bedside and was holding her hand in his. He looked how I felt. Heartbroken and beaten. A vibration in my pocket pulls me from my thoughts. I pull out my phone to see a notification from Jax.

We got him.

I could almost smile. Maybe if I could speak to Nevaeh I would have told her, But the doctors were keeping her in a medical induced coma because the pain would be too great if she woke up in her current condition.

I stood from my corner in the room and her brother looked up at me with hate filled eyes. If it were anyone else I might have shot them on the spot for looking at me funny. But this was her brother and I had to learn to control myself with him. Even if he kept crossing me.

I walked to Neveah's bedside ignoring her brothers death glare at me. I reach into her bed and run my fingers on her face. Her warm breath fanning my hand lightly putting me at ease. I then walk out of the room leaving her brother in the hospital room watching over his sister.