Ruining Me(55)

Evidently my parents were right behind me getting home last night. Molly and Reed had called the police when I had taken his car. Between them and my parents, my attempt only landed me here in the psyche ward of the hospital after they brought me in and pumped my stomach. She says to him that once I gained consciousness, I fought everyone in the emergency room, swearing to finish the job if they didn’t let me die.



Molly asked him how he heard what happened and Kane tells her that Jill got a call from Kip and she called him immediately. Molly wanted to know if he knew about the video and he told her yes. Molly then says something about Coach Branch being arrested last night. Her phone rings right then and I hear her excuse herself.



I lay still as death. The screeching of a chair being pulled next to me rings in my head and I winced at the sudden pain. He leans down with his mouth against my ear and whispers, “You can’t wake a girl that pretends to sleep.”



My eyes open directly to his. I try to speak, but my throat feels like someone has set fire to it.



“That’s what happens when they have to put a tube down your throat to empty your stomach.” His hoarse voice says as he grabs a glass of water on the table.



Leaning it towards me, he holds the straw to my mouth. I can only swallow a little bit. Clearing my throat, I try to talk again.



“Leave, I’m not going to be here long.” Looking at me, he knows what I mean.



“You’re not going to be in the hospital long or you’re not going to be on this earth long?” I glare at him and shake my head.



Kane placed my glass of water on the table. Leaning back down over my hospital bed, he grips the rails on either side and lowers his face close to mine.



“You listen to me, I’m not leaving you. Not for a second. Do you really think I will let myself lose another friend?”



“I’m not your friend,” I whisper.



“Your right Jay, you’re not my friend. You are so much more to me and these past couple of days didn’t change that. So we’ll get through this together or we will not get through it at all.”



I shake my head at him and say, “I don’t want you here.”



He kisses my cheek and whispers back, “I’m not going anywhere.”



Turning my face from him, I close my eyes tight and choose my path again.