I stand outside the door, fidgeting nervously as I wait to go in. I’m not sure what to say or if there’s anything I can say. The hallway is noisy and the chaos it terrifying and only adds to my nerves. I’ve been writing for days in my journal about what I would say to him when I first saw him. I’m glad you’re okay. I’m sorry. Thank you. The last thought I always feel guilty about, but I can’t get it out of my head. “You look like you’re going to throw up, Callie.”
Seth’s voice interrupts my thoughts. He’s standing across the hallway, eyeing me over with a worried look. “Do you need to get you a bucket or something?” I shake my head. “No, I’m fine. Besides, where would you find a bucket?” The corners of his lips tug upward and he crosses the hall to be beside me. “You know he’s okay, right?” Physically, yes. Mentally, I don’t know. “Yeah, I guess.” He swings his arm around me and pulls me in for a hug. “Just take deep breaths and breathe.”
I nod and take a deep breath just like he instructed. But as the hospital door swings open, my chest constricts along with my heart. Maci Owens, Kayden’s mother, comes walking out. She’s dressed like she’s going to a fancy dinner and it seems ridiculous to me. Her hair done up in a twist and she has heavy makeup on. She’s wearing a red dress and black high heels.
Maybe she did just come from a dinner party, though. My dark feelings toward her outfit and looks may be stemming from the fact that she’s here and doesn’t look the least bit upset. Her high heels click as she exits beside one of the nurses. She has her phone in her hand and a pair of gloves in the other. As she passes by me, the woman who once greeted me with a cheery smile barely acknowledges me.
She’s probably still upset about how I reacted when she tried to tell me Kayden injured himself. I keep my eyes on her as she walks down the hall until Seth nudges me with his elbow and I tear my gaze away from her and fix it on him. He nods his head at the door. “Quit worrying about her and go in.”
With my fingers tucked up and digging into my palms, I inhale slowly and step into the room. I’ve always thought that hospital rooms were the most depressing rooms that existed. Bare white walls, a stained floor, and machines that look like torture devices. Each room holds memories of something tragic and I wonder what this rooms holds. Kayden’s head is turned toward the window where outside the sunlight is peeking through the clouds and streams into the room onto his face, highlighting the cuts and bruises on his cheeks and below his eyes.
He has an IV in his hand, bandages on his wrists, and he’s hooked up to a machine that shows the rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s slow, soft, sad, almost like it’s dying. I take another step and then another until I’m at the foot of his bed. I know he’s aware that I’m here, but it takes him a while before he finally turns his head and looks at me.
His green eyes are massive and possessive and carrying so much pain it nearly knocks me off balance. “Hi,” I say, which seems like the most ridiculous thing to say under this circumstance, but it’s the only thing I can think of at the moment. He stares at me for an eternity and then finally, he starts to sit up, moving his body upward until he’s leaning against the head of the bed.
He pats the spot next to him and I don’t hesitate and round the bed, climbing on to it. I bring my legs up and we sit quietly, staring down at the foot of the bed. My legs look so short compared to his, yet at the moment I feel like the stronger one—I have to be. “Why did you do it?” I finally dare ask keeping my eyes fastened on my feet. I feel his body tense beside me. “So they told you… that I…” I know what he’s going to say, because they did tell me, but that’s not what I’m referring to. “No, not that.” I pause. “Why did you beat up Caleb?” We turn our heads at the same time and our eyes lock.
For the briefest moment, it feels like everything will be okay. But then the machine beeps and is a painful realization of where we are. “Are you mad that I did it?” he asks, his gaze unmoving. “I want to say that I am,” I say. “Because I never wanted you to do that to him—I never wanted you to end up in here. But I can’t seem to get angry.” I sigh, feeling like I’m saying everything wrong.
“What about the other stuff?” he asks. “Did my mom, or the doctors tell you their theory?” I nod. “But I don’t care what they say. I only want to hear what happened from you.” I scoot down a little, so my face is right beside his. “But you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready.”
He looks at me with confliction. “What if I said it was all true? Would it scare you?” I shut my eyes and take a deep breath before opening them. “No.” The single word leaves my mouth with steadiness and it carries so much. I lean in and locking my nerves away, brush my lips against him. He kisses me back and for a moment everything’s okay. The pain is gone and it’s just us.
So Jessica has said that a release date is going to be announced soon, so need to keep an eye out for that. Secondly she has given us another marvelous teaser, and It. Is. Awesome! Have a looksie...
*Aaaah!* OMG! So anxious right now, I really REALLY need this book!
Be a Minion