Wrong Number

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  • Published: 26 Apr 2013
  • Updated: 10 Nov 2017
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Angel Harper admits to herself that she does have a crush on the school's player: Jake Bentley. Angel's best friend, Claire Adams, gives the player's number to her and told her to start texting him to spark up a relationship. What Angel doesn't know is that she had made the mistake of a lifetime.

Accidents do happen but this accident of Angel Harper will change her life forever.


30. Chapter 30

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.


He’s alive.


I closed my eyes and pulled him closer to me, trying to make sure that he’s actually breathing and real and after a few minutes passed I wasn’t wrong. My hands went up his strong back and I laid my head on his chest and I could hear his heart beating loudly. His arms were around my waist and I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck and for a moment it felt like it was just the two of us. No one else. But obviously, reality slaps me in the face and wakes me up as a doctor taps my shoulder which made me pull away from Chris and step back. I took a deep breath and eyed the doctor angrily because for some reason I am so infuriated with everyone right now. I crossed my arms and glared daggers at her.


“Yes?” I snapped.


“Your, um, friend,” she said then paused for a while. “Is still physically unstable so I suggest that you prohibit any – how do I put this? Intimate contact with him unless you’d want to hurt him more”


I opened my mouth to snap back at her but then I felt a warm hand on my shoulder which made me to stop talking. I turned my head to the side and looked at him and he just shook his head at me and I knew that the doctor was right. I just didn’t want her to be right. I looked back at the doctor and she gave me an evil smile which I just wanted so badly to just smack off her face.


“Now if you please,” she said with so much malice. Then she walked towards Chris and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the doors that I’ve been trying so hard to open. For some reason I didn’t even move an inch but I just stared at her as she pulled the man I love away from me. Before the doors closed he mouthed I love you to me and that’s what calmed me and before I knew it the doors closed again and everyone went back to their normal routine. I took a deep breath and growled in fury. How dare she keep me away from him? I crossed my arms and started stumping my foot. I looked at the clock and saw that I was already morning and I bet my mom is worried. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, turned around and walked towards the nurse behind the information table.


“Excuse me?” I said sharply.


The girl snapped her head towards me then faked a smile. “Yes?”


“Would you be kind enough to tell my boyfriend that I’m going to go to my mother and that he should give me a call when he’s okay?”


“What if I said no?” she said then grinned at me.


I clenched my fists and fought very hard not to punch her face. Gosh. I’m turning into a monster. Instead I gave her an even wider smile then brought my face closer to hers and that’s when I saw fear on her face.


“Then I will beat you to a pulp,” I whispered to her which made her whole body stiffen.


“O-okay, I will tell him,” she said with her voice trembling.


My work is done here. I stood up straight, gave her a wide grin then walked out the doors. Since I didn’t quite trusted the nurse, I just texted Chris because I knew he had his phone then I hailed a taxi and went home. It took the taxi about 30 minutes for me to arrive home since his driving was the slowest thing ever. I didn’t even bother giving a tip. I closed the doors and walked slowly up the stairs and that’s when I felt how I tired I was and how bruised up my body was. One hand went to my stomach as I held it like my own baby, the pain was excruciating and the man kicked me so hard that I’m surprised I can still breathe. Never have I ever been punched or kicked before and I didn’t know the pain would be this much. I walked slowly up the stairs, ignoring the pain that shot through my calves and rung the doorbell. Seconds later, my mom opened the door then once she eyed me up and down her smile turned into a frown. She stared at me with disbelief and all I managed was to give her a crooked smile. From her expression I knew she was speechless until a few seconds later she managed to muster up some words.


“Hello,” she said trying to act normal. “Angel, I would like to ask – what the damn hell happened to you?!”


Her shout vibrated through my ears which made them hurt…a lot. My face contorted and I placed my hands on both of my ears and begged her to stop shouting.


“I will not stop shouting!” she shouted at me. “Until you tell me what happened!”


“Not outside mom,” I whispered to her in a broken tone.


I looked up and her face softened then she opened the door wide for me. I sighed in relief and walked slowly towards the couch, getting ready to jump on it and just sleep the pain away. But once I sat down on the couch my mother shot me with countless of questions that made my head spin.


“Mom will you shut up! Please!” I begged her then finally she stopped. “I’ll tell you what happened, okay? Just please be quiet…”


Well that shut her up. I took a while to get ready to tell her what happened by sitting up straight which caused pain to shoot through my stomach. I ignored it and instead placed a hand over it and I took deep breaths before talking. I started off slow, going detail by detail and while I told her I started analyzing the situation as well. And I started asking myself questions like why on earth would Chris walk down the alleyway for no reason? Does he know that someone was going to ambush us? I shook the questions away deciding to think about them later. I ended the story minutes later and I looked at my mom’s expression and her face was as blank as paper. The whole time I was staring at the wall, not daring to look at her eyes for any signs of judgment. It was quiet for a few seconds until she finally spoke up.


“Are you all right?” she asked me then her eyes slipped down to my aching stomach then back to my eyes.


I looked up at her and gave her a reassuring smile. The pain will go away right? It always does. My hands move away from my stomach and lands on my side.


“Perfect,” I said confidently to her then all she did was nod her head.


“Okay then,” she said. “First of all, never get yourself in that situation ever again”


“Yes mom,” I said to more to myself than to her.


We started talking about her work until she received a call from her friend and told me that she had to leave so I just sat laid down on the couch, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Honestly I thought she would make me break up with Chris but does she even know we’re together? I haven’t told anyone yet.  I thought about the thing that happened when I was banging uncontrollably on the doors until Chris came out of no where and pulled me into his arms. I felt safe. But I also felt endangered at the same time. Is that even possible? I don’t even know what to believe anymore. There was something weird about Chris, holding my shoulder to stop me from talking and not fighting back. There was something weird by the way he mouthed the three words to me it was like he was dead but alive. There was something empty in his eyes like he was keeping something from me. I don’t know. I thought hard about all the things he’s said. Does he really love me? Or is he using me? I really can’t tell beneath those black dark eyes but when he said the three words I knew he wasn’t lying. Three words that strong shouldn’t be lied about even though people do it so much. I ran my hands through my hair and wondered how I got in this mess. Oh I know. I texted the wrong damn number. I should have seen it coming. And after thinking so much, my whole body started aching and the pain was unbearable. I really should’ve listened to the guy and have my body checked. Who knew that falling in love would have so many consequences? I sighed heavily and fell into a blissful sleep.


I awoke with a jolt as I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the bright sun blinding my eyes, I moaned in frustration and covered my eyes with my arms. I reckon that it was already 9am in the morning because the sun was blaring in my eyes. I was supposed to be in school. My eyes widened and I suddenly stood up, bumping a very strong body that I obviously knew was Chris. I looked at his face and realized how tired he looked. His eyelids were closing and he was pale as paper, his body looked so weak and there was a small bruise on his jaw. I scanned him up and down and saw that his arms had countless bruises on them. I frowned and felt every bit of pity towards him. His back was slouched and as I stared into his eyes I knew that all he wanted to do was sleep and I would happily give him that.


“Hey,” he said forcing a smile.


“Hey you,” I replied giving him a light push on the shoulder.


We were standing only inches apart, it felt uncomfortable but it also felt like home. It’s all over now. I don’t know how he managed to get out of the hospital since they usually let the patient stay there for a couple of days.


“I miss you,” he whispered like he was too shy to say it.


I smiled to myself and wondered how and why this boy loves me. I’m not perfect.


He opened his arms for me and I gladly ran to them, wrapping my arms around his back and he wrapped his around my waist. This is home. I knew that we were both so tired and I honestly didn’t care about school right now. I can feel his slow breaths on my neck which tickled my skin. I ran my hands up his hair and entangled my fingers in them.


“I’m skipping school,” I said to him.


“Who cares about school” he murmured against my skin then lightly kissed my neck which caused my face to heat up.


We both pulled away then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards my room. I was about to ask him what he was doing until he bent down, hugged both my knees and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed in shock and my face was on his back, I started hitting his back lightly making him put me down. All he managed to do is laugh out loud then he started spinning around which made me extremely dizzy.


“Chris!” I shouted at him then slapped his back gently.


“Yes my angel?” he said then laughed out loud.


“Put me down now!” I shouted at him again.


“Nope!” he said then I can feel him grinning from ear to ear.


He chuckled then ran straight forward which I think was my bed then I knew exactly what he was doing. Once I saw my bed from upside down, I held my breath as he threw me on my bed, making me land on my back. I screamed when I landed then he fell on top of me. And we were now face to face. The laughing stopped as we stared at each other, mesmerized by ourselves. I like it how I can just keep staring at him and not feel uncomfortable. It feels nice. He was leaning down on me and I ignored the pain on my stomach when he did. His elbows were on both sides of my arms and my arms were wrapped around his neck. His knees were planted between my legs and I don’t know what I was thinking but I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His eyes widened and all I did was smile at him. The silence was nice. I can do this forever, just laying here with him.


“Let’s sleep,” he said suddenly and I didn’t hesitate.


He got off on top of me and rolled over to my right side. I turned to face him and he pulled me towards him, wrapping his strong arms around me, securing me. I felt safe like this. I felt like nothing and no one can hurt me. I wrapped my left leg around his waist and we were not impossibly close that there was absolutely no space between us. My head rested on his chest and I could feel his slow heart beats. I ran my hands down towards his stomach.


“Does it hurt?” I asked him.

“What?” he replied, sounding confused.


“The gunshot,”


“Oh,” he said then paused for a second. “No it doesn’t”


That’s when a thought crossed my mind. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, even though he looked extremely tired I just had one more question that has been bothering me ever since that night.


“Why did you save me?” I asked.


He smiled down at me.


“Because I’m not letting another person I love die while I stand there doing nothing,” he said. “You are the only thing that can turn my life from something miserable to something full of hope”


I was about to say something until he cut me off.


“Because I love you, Angel Harper, even the darkest corners of my heart says so”


A/N: Reminder, this isnt the last chapter yet >:) And good news! Yay! The good news is that I've decided to make a sequel for Wrong Number with more drama than romance. Bad news! Only 2 chapters left till the end of Wrong Number :--( #cries


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