by Simone Elise
Blake wasn’t here. He went to go and get food. I couldn’t be more fucking grateful.
“Where am I?” Her voice was dry, and she was squinting. “God, I don’t remember drinking this much.”
“You aren’t drunk.” Well, she wasn’t anymore. “You were in an accident.” I was back standing next to her.
Her eyes went wide at that. “I didn’t kill anyone, did I?” Her hand went to her throat. Her voice was dry and raspy. She looked to be in pain. I handed her my water.
“No, you didn’t. It wasn’t your fault.” I went and sat beside her, taking her hand back that I was used to holding; it was a habit to pick it back up.
Her eyes were on my hand holding hers, and slowly she looked up, looking me in the eye. “Why are you here?”
She couldn’t be serious right now, could she? Did I have to defend myself for being here?
Guess I should start being honest with her. It wasn’t something I normally did. “You were hurt; I wanted to be here.” And that was downplaying it. I couldn’t leave her even if I wanted to.
The longest I had been away from her was when I showered and changed in her bathroom. Apart from that. I had been right here. Waiting. Waiting for this.
“I should let the doctors know you’re awake. I’m sure they will want to know.” I reached for the nurse button, but her hand stopped me.
“You should go. I can do that.”
“Allie, I’m not leaving.”
“Again, I don’t know why.”
“Because I’m your mate,” I gritted out. Wasn’t it obvious! I had been going through hell while she slept, panicking I would never hear her voice again. Panicking I would never get to tell her how much I wanted her. “Because you’re all I want! I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to wake up, hoping I would get the chance to make everything right.”
“My head hurts too much to understand what you are trying to say,” she mumbled. I pressed the buzzer.
I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her forehead. “Promise you won’t leave?”
“What the hospital?”
“No. Me.” I pulled back to look her in the eye. “Don’t leave me.”
“How did you even know I was?” Her eyes reflected her question.
Before I could answer, the door opened and in walked a nurse, and before you knew it the room was filled with doctors and nurses, and I was pushed out of the room.
She hadn’t said yes. She hadn’t said no, but I had told her not to leave so that would mean something, wouldn’t it?
Chapter Fifty-eight
ALLIE
I had never been asked so many bloody questions. Apart from my aching head, I was fine. Well, I felt fine. Apart from the stomach ache and the aching head, it felt like someone had squashed my brain together with two frying pans.
It was beyond painful and the worse headache ever.
The doctors and nurses had left and as soon as they exited. Zane and Blake walked in.
I had never seen such a large grin on Blake’s face. He usually hid his emotions well, but he was honestly that happy, and it made me happy seeing it.
He was quick to engulf me in a hug. Basically, pulling me off the bed.
“You have no idea how worried you had me, Winters,” he whispered in my ear.
“Sorry,” I said as soon as I could breathe again when he let go of me. He pulled up a seat next to the bed and he took my hand with the IV in it. I don’t know why, but it felt like I was missing something when he took it, like my other hand felt colder or something.
“So, what have I missed?” I said, my voice still extremely raspy as I reached for my water. Well, Zane’s water.
“Nothing. I haven’t left here.” Blake shrugged.
“You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“BLAKE!” I pulled my hand from his. “Seriously? You have been watching me passed out!”
“You were healing, Allie. You weren’t passed out. Anyway, I was telling you stories.”
“Explains some of my memories,” I muttered, feeling like I had relived my life fully once over. My eyes bounced off Blake and on to Zane. He was still here, and I didn’t know why.
He told me not to leave, but how did he know I was leaving? I hadn’t told anyone yet.
I watched him walk around the bed, and take the seat I had seen him in earlier. Right beside me. It was only when he took my hand that I realized what I had been missing earlier, when I felt like something was missing. Like my hand was colder. It was because I was used to him holding it.
“So, what about you, Zane?” I asked, turning my attention to him and not pulling my hand from his.
He linked his fingers with mine, seeming like holding my hand wasn’t enough. His eyes locked with mine and I had seen a glimpse of pain across his face, but never so deep in his eyes.
‘Missing you like fucking crazy.’ His voice floated in my head. ‘You’ll be the death of me.’
I had forgotten he could do that. I remember now I was panicking about it with Jace and how at the meeting he was inside my head. I was terrified of it then. Wanting to hide everything from him. Now I wasn’t so scared.
‘I forgot you could do that,’ I said back to him.
‘I know. I’m always the one to reach out to you. You never reach out for me.’ His voice was so warm, and I didn’t know what I had done for him to be nice to me.
“Can I talk to Allie?” Blake said, breaking mine and Zane’s conversation. “Alone,” he added. Looking directly at Zane.
‘I’m not leaving.’ His voice filled my mind. ‘I’m not leaving you with him. I know what he wants.’
‘Just go, Zane. It’s not like he’s going to hurt me.’
‘No.’ His eyes hardened and were more determined holding onto my eyes.
“Mate, I said fuck off!” Blake snapped, not knowing Zane and I were talking.
‘Go, Zane, you can always listen anyway. It’s not like you have a problem invading my thoughts.’ I gave him a challenging look.
‘Fine, but if he does what I think he is going to do. I’ll be back in.’ Zane got up. He looked torn as he pulled his hand from mine.
“I’ll give you five minutes, Falcon.” Zane gave him a look as if to say it won’t be a moment longer than that.
The door shut, and I knew Zane was in my mind as I could feel it.
“Allie, do you remember the day we drove to the coast?” Blake moved closer to me, and I moved on the bed so he could sit down.
He sat down, and I pulled my legs up, crossing them. “Which time?” I asked. I felt Zane listening to everything which was making my heart pump faster, knowing he was listening to my every thought.
“The time we talked about mates, and how we made that promise,” Blake reminded me.
“Oh yeah. I remember.” I smiled. “That was a long time ago. You were still driving unlicensed.”
“Do you remember what I said?” He ignored my remark about his license.
I frowned. “Something about always wanting to fuck me?” I smiled again. That was Blake, he was always passionate. “Why?”
“I told you no matter what, our relationship wouldn’t change. I screwed that up.”
“Blake…”
“No, I’m serious, Allie. I let Ebony get in the way.”
He cannot be serious.
‘He is serious, Allie.’ Zane's voice popped in my head.
I frowned. “Ebony didn’t get in the way. Sure, I don’t like her but you and her, well, I’ve come to terms with it. It’s not like you can help it.” Blake and I never did strings, so why was he now acting like we had them? “We were never really in a relationship remember, Blake?”
‘Say that again to him but louder. I like hearing it.’
‘Zane, go away.’
‘You said I could listen.’
‘Let me re-phrase that. Don’t distract me.’
“I made a
promise to you before I even met Ebony. That promise I want to…” He paused. “I want you back, Allie.”
He wants me back?
‘Tell him to fuck off.’
Do you know how confusing it is to think and have two conversations at once? One inside your head and one in person.
‘Zane, stop distracting me.’
I pushed the fact Zane was inside my head aside and focused on Blake. He was nervous. He was… “What’s wrong?” I asked. Not buying the whole ‘he wants me back thing.’ I knew my friend. I knew his signs. Something was off. “Something’s up. Tell me what it is.”
“I love you.” He looked at me, and I could tell by the look in his eyes he meant it.
“I know you do.” I smiled and put a hand on his cheek. “But I didn’t ask that. I asked what’s wrong?”
“I want you! Didn’t you hear me? I want you in my bed. I want you laughing at my jokes. I want you clinging to me when we watch horror movies. I want you back, Allie! Can’t you hear me!”
My face softened. “You know you will never lose me, right? As close as you and Ebony get, I will still be your friend.”
“I don’t want to get closer to her. I want it over with. I don’t want her. I want you!” He cupped my face. “You told me once I had your heart, and I’m asking for you to give it back to me. Please, Allie. Give it back to me.”
Blake was always so strong, and now he was sitting here basically begging for something he already had.
“You’ve already got it, Blake.” I dropped my forehead against his. “You’ll never not have it. But…”
“There’s no but.” He snapped, “I have it, or I don’t.”
“Do you remember when we used to go to the lake?”
He nodded his head.
“I used to never jump because I was scared I would sink too deep in the water and not be able to get back up.”
“You always worried too much.”
“You told me sometimes we have to jump and risk it.”
“Yeah, and you jumped with me.”
I smiled and pulled my head back. “Exactly.”
“You’ve always been there, Allie.” His lips were so close to mine.
“You need to jump, Blake.”
He frowned.
“You can’t be scared of how far you will sink,” I added. “Just because you are scared about how much you will love her doesn’t mean you don’t jump.”
“I don’t need her.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fine. I don’t want her.”
“Because you’re scared.” I knew my friend. I knew he hated new experiences. He wanted me because I was safe, and because he knew me. He knew how much he loved me. He knew what he would do for me. He didn’t know what he could do for Ebony, and I think he was slowly realizing he would do anything for her. “You’ve never been a coward.”
My hand went to his t-shirt, and I pushed it to the side, seeing the mark on his shoulder.
“I think that mark says a lot too,” I added.
“If I could take it off, I would.”
“Stop thinking about yourself for a minute and think of Ebony. She would be going through hell with you thinking like this.” I was suddenly defending a woman I loathed. “You did mark her too.”
“I can’t do commitment, you know that. You never expected that of me.” He let go of me running a hand through his hair. “I can’t do forever.”
“You should have thought of that before you had sex with her and marked her.”
“Don’t give me a lecture,” he snapped. “Run away with me?”
I laughed. “Running, really?”
“You hate it here. You’ve always wanted to leave.”
“Yeah, I know.” For some unknown reason, something was keeping me here. Something was pulling me to stay, even though I had planned on leaving before the accident. Even now I wasn’t sure if I would still leave. Leaving made sense. “And I still might, but not with you.”
“Why!”
“Because you have a mate! One you love. One you want. One you need. And I’m…” I frowned, “Really fucked up.”
“You’ve always been my fucked-up mess,” Blake said, the word my a bit louder.
“You should go see Ebony and fix whatever damage you’ve done while being with me.” I took my hand off his face. “You know I don’t like her, so I wouldn’t be saying that for her benefit.”
“And what are you going to do, because clearly, you and fuckhead aren’t going to work.”
“I don’t know, but I think my plan to go to Europe is coming closer.” I smiled when he frowned.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“I don’t see why I should stay.”
“For me, will you stay for me?” His hand ran up my arm. “Come on, Winters, you are encouraging me to go back to the she-bitch. The least you can do is stay around for the fireworks.”
“So, you admit it will have a happy ending.” I grinned.
“No.”
“Uhuh.”
“So, you’ll stay?”
My smile twisted, and I shook my head. “No, Blake, I’m not staying. I think it will be easier if I leave. That way, Zane can move on properly. Pick a woman that can lead beside him.”
“Screw doing it for him.”
I arched my eyebrows. “Are you saying you wouldn’t do it for Ebony?”
His expression dried, and I got my answer.
“Some things just have to be done you know?” I added. “Now, go and see Ebony, plus, I want a shower.”
“I can help you with that.”
“I’m sure I can manage a shower by myself.”
“Nah, you shouldn’t be by yourself, especially standing. Your body isn’t used to it.” Blake got up. “I’ll help.”
I guess Blake had seen me naked many times. Hell, he knew my body better than I did. I guess one more time wouldn’t matter.
‘Don’t let him. I’ll get a nurse.’ Zane’s voice was back in my head.
Zane. I forgot about him. My eyes widened. He knew now. He knew I was leaving. Well, it was what he wanted, wasn’t it? He should be happy about it.
Chapter Fifty-nine
ALLIE
I was showered, I was dressed, and I was feeling more human. If it weren't for my head aching, I would say I was completely fine which, according to the doctor, I could go home tomorrow.
The headache wasn’t just going to go away. Apparently, it will take a while for my body to heal, and then it would subside, but there wasn’t much more they could do for me here.
I was sitting crossed legged on the bed flicking through the channels on the television when the door opened.
I frowned. Why was he still here? He hadn’t re-appeared earlier. I assumed he went home. Maybe he had, and he was back?
“You eaten?” Zane said, walking in and sitting in the chair next to my bed.
“Um, not hungry.”
“You should eat.”
I frowned and shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t hungry. I kept flicking through the channels. Why couldn’t the Misfits be on?
“We need to talk.”
My eyes snapped to Zane. “Why are you here?” I frowned, trying to read his expression. It was masked. “You know I’m fine. You know I’m awake. You would know I’m going home tomorrow. So why are you here?”
Zane looked me in the eye. “I have to tell you something.”
“Ok.” I frowned. Why was he being so serious? That look in his eyes, I had never seen it before. With all the games we had played, never once had he looked at me like that; like he was about to bring up something so serious he needed my full attention.
He gripped my arm, and I got up off the bed. He pulled me into his lap, with his arm going around me.
Zane and I never did close. We never touched, so, right now, my body was on fire at his touch.
His hand rested on my thigh, a
nd his other hand brought my face to his.
“Don’t leave.”
I closed my eyes. It was about that? “I have to, Zane.”
“No, you don’t.”
He was killing me. Touching me. Telling me not to go.
“I can’t be around you. You can’t be around me. It makes sense I leave.” Surely, he knew that. God, it was obvious.
I went to get up, but his grip tightened on me. Keeping me on his lap.
“I love you.”
I frowned. No way I heard that. I turned to look at him. The look in his eyes. The expression on his face.
“I’m not fighting it anymore,” he whispered. “I want you. I love you.” His expression didn’t change. “Do you hear me?”
I opened and shut my mouth. “No. Nope. Not happening.” I pushed his hands off me and got up. I pointed a finger at him. “There are two sides to you. One will say that, and another will stab my heart out for fun or worse, just ignore me.”
“Allie, I’m serious. I’m not playing a game.” Zane got up quickly, standing in front of me. His hands went to my hips, and he pulled me in. “I want you.”
“Sure, you do.” I shook my head. “And tomorrow when you wake up and realize what you’ve done, you will stop talking to me.”
“If I do that, then you can leave, but I’m telling you it isn’t going to happen.” Zane’s hand ran up me, and it was making it hard for me to think.
I shook my head. “Nope, I’m leaving. As soon as I’m out of here, I’m clearing it with your dad.”
“Stop saying that! You aren’t leaving! I’m not letting that happen!”
“Zane, listen to yourself. Are you really telling me you want to spend the rest of your life with me? You can barely have a conversation with me!”
“No.” He shook his head. “No way am I letting you do what you did with Blake. Trying to talk me out of it. Not happening. You’re mine, and you’re coming home with me tonight.”
“What!”
“Tonight. Right now. Get your shit. I’m taking you home.”
“To my mom’s?” I frowned.
“No.” He cupped my face. “I’m taking you where you belong.”
Ok, my brain mustn’t be working because I had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe it was because he was touching me, and it was making my heart pump faster. I couldn’t think straight. Like right now, as he looked at me, expecting me to understand. I didn’t. Where did he think I belonged? Where did he want to take me?