-REIGN ALICIA CROSS-
Staring at the plain, white walls of the hospital was kind of depressing, the gloomy atmosphere covered any signs of enthusiasm. I hated hospitals, eventhough my a mom was a nurse.
To say I wasn't scared just a few moments ago would've been a lie.I was utterly terrified. I mean, who wouldn't be after being shot?
I couldn't help but wonder how Justin must have been feeling at the moment. He must've been blaming himself all this time. Who knew what he could've been doing. He could do anything as long as it was stupid and risky. But I felt somewhat at ease because I knew Jason would be there to calm him down.
But then, he must have been thinking I was mad because I told Emily to make him leave. He-- wait, why was I worrying too much about him when I was the one in the hospital bed?
A sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, blocking out the annoying, constant beeping sound beside my bed. My dad was probably getting his coffee while making phonecalls. That was good though, I didn't really want to him to interrogate me. Emily left just a few moments ago. She said she'd be back after taking a shower at home and picing Gracie up at Jeremy's. Well, yes, she visited Jeremy's place a lot. Jazzy and Jaxon were her friends after all. Jason left before Emily, he said he'd be going on a manhunt after Justin practically ran off after having an argument with Emily and tried to literally punch her. He knows what has gotten into him.
The sound of the door opening slightly startled me and I fluttered my eyes open and turned my head to the direction of the door without moving my whole body. Ofcourse it still hurt. A bullet being shot on your shoulder wasn't the best feeling.
"How are you sweetpea?" my dad asked, walking over to the side of my bed and kissing my forehead. I smiled small and closed my eyes in a bliss before opening them again.
"I feel a lot better," I said in a small voice since it was still a little raspy. He nodded and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Who were you with before this happened?" he asked. Well, there goes the start of his interrogation.
I sighed, knowing my father wouldn't let this go, "I was with Emily and her boyfriend."
"A few witnesses informed us that there were four of you. Two boys, two girls. Who's the other boy?"
"Uh, that um... that must've been Jason's cousin, Bryce... Yeah..." I stammered a little. That was such a good lie. Yeah, right.
"Mhm," Dad cocked a brow up, suspicion in his tone, "And how long have you known this Bryce?"
"Uhm... a while?"
"Reign Alicia, you know too well that I don't want you lying to me." he spoke firmly, eyeing me sternly and I felt my heart race, Oh my gosh, did he know I had a connection with Justin?
He stood straight, crossing his arms across his chest, "If he's you boyfriend, you have to tell me unless you want me to threaten him not to come near you."
"I--wait what?! BOYFRIEND?" my eyes almost went out of their sockets as my mouth fell agape. I suddenly was sitting on the bed, the pain on my shoulder didn't even matter at the moment.
He chuckled, "He is. Isn't he? I saw Emily and him arguing because of you." he said, "I didn't really hear what they were saying but that boy was trying to go near you. I figured then that he must've been your boyfriend." he laughed a little before continuing, "I didn't know you liked the pretty boy type."
I couldn't help but blush, though I was shocked my dad didn't recognize him. Well, he did look different with his hair flopped down, tattoos not showing and dressed casually. I felt relieved dad see him in his usual clothing which usually was leather jackets all the black stuff. And he thought Justin was my boyfriend, gosh, I was even far from being a close friend. But he did confirm Justin and Emily really did had an argument because of me. I couldn't help but think that he cared. Maybe he did, right?
"He's more than just a pretty boy," I mumbled, looking down to avoid my father's gaze as my cheeks heated up some more. I heard him chuckle. I was even surprised he wasn't mad at the fact that I had a boyfriend he didn't know about.
"So you're finally admitting he's you boyfriend?" he sat at the side of my bed. I nodded a little. Hey, I can assume, you know?
"I won't go yelling at you but I do feel upset you didn't tell me. But you know I trust you," he said, pulling me towards him gently, careful not to hurt my wound and placed a loving kiss at the side of my head. "You won't break my trust, right?"
I felt a pang of guilt and my stomach plummeted. He trusted me so much yet I was lying to him all these times. I didn't know what I would've done when the time comes and he found out everything I had been hiding.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps entering my room, the lock of the door clicking. At first, I didn't mind it, thinking it was just my dad coming back after changing. He told me he was off from work because I was still in the hospital so I wouldn't be surprised if he checked on me in the middle of the night. But as the person spoke, my eyes snapped open and a gasp escaped my lips. This certainly wasn't my father.
"Justin?" I whispered yell. He placed his finger up to his lips to silence me. I pulled my lips inside my mouth and nodded, sitting up slowly, a slight hiss of pain coming out of my mouth.
The look on Justin's face as he watched me almost made me think he felt my pain.
He walked over to me, and to my surprise, he enveloped me in a gentle embrace. It hurt, but it was satisfying.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered. A smile crept up my face, my uninjured arm wrapping around his back, rubbing it gently.
"It's okay. I'm okay," I whispered back.
"It's not okay. You shouldn't be here. You're not supposed to be hurt."
His voice was laced with protectiveness and sincerity that I couldn't help but smile widely. He really did care.
"I'm not hurt anymore, am I? Everything's fine now. They stitched it up and they also gave me pain killers for it."
"You're still in this awful place," he mumbled, his face now buried on my shoulder and I could feel his hot breath against my skin. I didn't know if this kind of physical contact was allowed to be done by two people without any relationship, but the feeling of being in his arms was the best feeling ever. I knew I had done this couple of times but it still felt the same everytime.
"I was so worried, you know?" he said after a while, and my heart skipped a beat. He was worried... about me?
"I thought you'd die."
"Justin!" I scolded, "Don't think that way. Gosh."
He pulled away and chuckled a little, "I did think you were gonna die. Even if it was only a hit on the shoulder." he patted my head gently, a smile forming his lips. "But I'm glad you're okay."
"I really like your smile," I blurted, regretting it afterwards and bowed my head in embarrassment.
"Are you really flirting with me in this situation?" amusement was evident in his voice as he ruffled my hair. I scowled and slapped his hand away.
"I am NOT flirting!" I yelled, pouting slightly, "And why are you here anyway?What if they see you?"
He laughed softly, "I thought you'd figure that out by now. I'm here to see you, duh. And no, they wouldn't. If I got here without trouble, I'd get out without trouble."
I was about to respond but he silenced me by placing his finger to my lips. I formed my lips into a thin line, and he smiled. I smiled back a little, then allowed him to push me back down on the bed as he went down with me. He rested himself beside me, and I draped my good arm around him to keep him from falling because the bed was to small for the both of us.
"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling widely.
"I'll stay here. With you."
A/N: Haven't updated for a while but here ya go xD sorry if it's not good :/