I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'


12. 'Scared of the doctor, are we?'

Tori's POV


When he walked - staggered - in, I just froze. I couldn't move if someone was aiming a gun at me. Well, that's happened before, and I couldn't move then, either, but you get what I mean. He looked like he was in so much pain, but I was scared. One of his eyes was blue, one was black, how could I not be scared? It was petrifying.

But my heart melted when Drake told him to give me time. I didn't know if Reuben had heard him, but he felt the pressure on his shoulder of Drake's hand, which brought him back to reality. When he hugged me, he seemed clueless to his pain. From what I could see, he'd done something really bad to his leg, but I wasn't sure what. His shoulder was clearly out of place, by the way it kind of drooped, and he couldn't lift his arm very high. He also had some kind of torso injury, by how he struggled to lean over, or stand dead straight.

I didn't have my phone, it was with Mollie. All I had, was my dress, and a bouquet of damn flowers, the colour of damn blood. My dress was taking up a lot of Drake's car, and I was shocked Raven and Reuben could fit in the back with me. None of them looked particularly shocked to Reuben's sudden appearance; it was just me.

"We're here, Shane and I will help you get your stuff, Raven stay with Reuben," Drake instructed, pulling into the driveway.

Reuben grumbled something under his breath, over how he had to stay in the car, but he knew he wasn't okay to walk much further. Sighing, I dragged my dress out of the car, and managed to get through the front door. I told Drake where the spare key was, so he knew what to do. Immediately, I went up the stairs, and grabbed an outfit. I unzipped my dress, clumsily stepped out of it, and got dressed in the outfit. It was just a pair of skinny jeans, and one of Reuben's shirts, from five years ago.

Sighing, I hung my dress up in it's zipped case, and hung it in Damien's wardrobe. I grabbed my suitcase from the top of my wardrobe, and began throwing stuff into it. Carelessly, I collected all of the stuff I needed, then a few outfits. About three quarters of my wardrobe was left behind, but I didn't care. I knew I didn't have much time.

"C'mon, my love, hurry up," Shane teased.

"Well, maybe if you didn't just stand there, my stuff might be packed quicker," I indirectly told him.

"I'd rather stand here. Where's your kitchen?" he asked.

"Go look for it, eat as much as you want," I instructed, smirking at the fact that Damien wouldn't have enough food.

Sighing, I zipped my suitcase up, and grabbed my rucksack. I put a few things in there, and dragged both bags downstairs. Drake was a gentleman, and carried my suitcase for me, but Shane kind of just followed us back outside. We got back in the car, my stuff in the back, and we pulled away. 

"Where are we going?" I scowled, knowing that we were heading in the opposite direction of Drake's flat.

"To the hospital. Have you even looked at Reuben?" Drake sarcastically answered, any signs of gentleman gone.

"What!?" Reuben interjected, "No, no, NO. I refuse to go to anywhere near the hospital," he decided, trying to fold his arms across his chest, but winced in pain.

"Aw, scared of the doctor, are we?" Shane teased.

"Yeah, obviously," Reuben rolled his eyes, again, wincing in pain, "But seriously, they're going to ask what happened, and I can't exactly tell them that, can I?" 

"Just lie, like we did when I got shot," I shrugged my shoulders.

"You got shot?!" Drake hissed, "Reuben, what kind of a Guardian Angel are you!?" 

Reuben leant back in his seat, muttering under his breath, and gave into the fact that he was going to the hospital. 


I swore, if Reuben ever got injured, ever again, I would not be going to the hospital with him. He hated every single second of it, and snapped at everyone. Well, except me. He got angry with doctors for trying to help him, and if Drake so much as mumbled some kind of comment, he'd be six feet under. To sum everything up, Reuben was scary in hospitals.

On the other hand, the cover up story was good. Reuben said he woke up, and he was like this, that he couldn't remember what had happened. They bought it, and Reuben pretended to get all emotional when they asked questions about it, so they shut up. Though, I'm not sure if he was pretending. There was definitely real pain in his eyes.

He came out fully equipped, after many, many hours. Four days, even. His arm was supported by a shoulder sling, black in colour, because he didn't want to attract attention. He had one underarm crutch, to be held by his non-injured arm. It made it easier for him to walk, due to the bullet removing from his leg. He hated that, because he had to be awake during it. Of course, his leg was numb, but he could see all of the blood; not a nice sight for him. There was a brace around his torso, like a massive cast, about an inch thick, to protect all four of broken ribs. There was also a brace on his nose, as he had broken it without realising. That's more or less it.

Oh, and the stitching behind his ear. About an inch squared of his hair had been shaved, to re-stitch a deep gash behind his ear, but he genuinely couldn't remember what it was caused with. Actually, I knew he did, but he didn't want to tell anyone. Ever since I learnt how to lie, I learnt how to tell when people are lying - Reuben's the easiest to read. 

"I look like I just came back from the war," he muttered, trying to use the crutch.

I laughed slightly, "You look fine, don't get all insecure on me."

"Fine? Sure, Tori, we'll go with that," he fixated his gaze in the distance, and I felt really bad for him.

After a few minutes, he spoke, "Everyone's staring at me."

I glanced around. Everyone really was staring at him. We'd driven back to Drake's flat, and had managed to get Reuben out of the car. He was leaning against a lamp post, to try and adjust, before the trek to the elevator. Absolutely everyone was watching him, and probably assumed he was in some kind of gang, and got beaten up. Accurate, minus him being in the gang.

"So? Yeah, you're a bit bruised, but you're going to heal, and you'll be back to normal, soon enough," I brightly replied.

He looked at me, in so much emotional pain, that I wanted to cry, "I don't think I'll ever be normal, again."

I didn't have to ask why. He went through hell and back, and saw a lot of other Angels go through it to. He was mentally scarred, as was I. He didn't accept anyone's pity, either. All he did, was give brief mentions over how he didn't like it, but never told us what he didn't like.

And I had a feeling he never would.

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