LUCA'S POV.It was time for Scarlett's surgery and I was mad nervous, I couldn't even sit in one place. "So, I'll be going now," the doctor said, trying to walk out before, I stopped her."Uhmm, miss," I called, ruffling my hair. "Please I beg you. Do all you can to make sure that she's safe. Please do everything you can to bring her back."The doctor smiled at me shortly before she put on her professional face. "I will make sure I do that. That's my job after all. All you need to do now is pray for her to be okay and leave the rest to us.""Okay," I sighed, feeling some sort of relief from her assurance. "I'm counting on you, Doc."The woman nodded before she walked out, leaving me standing in the empty hospital room with a racing heart. I really wanted Scarlett to be okay. I wanted her to be fine so I could do right by her, really correct all my mistakes and treat her better. I wanted another chance with her. I wanted to try to be the one for her in a world where she'd felt like e
LUCA'S POV. I was freaking out. My hands were shaking and I felt nauseous. It had been a very long time since I'd felt this helpless, since I'd felt this much all at once actually. It was so overwhelming. Just when I'd thought I'd seen enough though, I saw some very disturbing news about Ramson Damien's sexual escapes and my mood completely went to shit. The man was such a dog. He deserved everything that was happening to him, and I'd made up my mind that Scarlett was going to be the one to decide what she wanted to happen with him. I didn't want to control her or act with my prejudice anymore. I just wanted her to make her own choices. A thought came to my mind, I thought of the fact that Scarlett was currently undergoing a major surgery and her parents had no idea, and I felt like a douchebag for keeping it to myself. At least even if they were bad parents, they had to know about their daughter's health. I didn't want to sound negative, but if God forbid, anything happened to
LUCA'S POV. After the chat with the doctor, I'd left her office and and made my way to Scarlett's hospital room with my head held low. I was trying to come up with a way to take care of everything without getting her even more hurt than she already was, but deep down I just kept getting a bad feeling that something very horrible was about to happen. Whoever it is that was doing that anonymous shit had succeding in getting me really anxious and scared. I wasn't even sure if I could be brave enough for Scarlett. It was like the universe had decided to play some sick game on me by making me confront all my fears and it was so overwhelming. I stared at her motionless figure from the glass doors before I pushed it open and walked in quietly as if my footsteps could bother her. Her head was still wrapped with that awful bandage and her lips were thin and dry, unlike their usual pink and plump texture. Her face looked peaceful as she lay but I knew that she'd gone through excruciating pa
SCARLETT'S POV. I couldn't tell what was happening to me exactly but I knew that I was floating. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or awake, I was just floating. But how? I looked down and felt myself being broken free from the hospital bed. I had no idea how it was happening, but then I felt myself take a leap and then another one, and then another one and then there was a strong gust of wind that almost had me falling back to the bed. I fought myself fighting and forcing my way through the wind until I got to a brown gate. It looked very worn and was very tall, but I wanted to get in. I tried trying to push it open but it didn't even budge. I kept trying and trying, pushing and pulling but it was to no avail, and I gave up. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and then suddenly a hand came up to my face and wiped them quickly away. When I opened my eyes to look at who it was, I gasped. It was my father. Why was he in front of me? I didn't want to see him. I could remember what he
LUCA'S POV. "Nurse, Nurse," I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Hello, please call the doctor.""Oh, yes sure sir," a nurse that was passing by said and then went to fetch the doctor while I stood there, fidgeting and telling myself that what I'd seen had been real. Not just my imagination. The doctor came rushing immediately alongside two nurses and I led her to the room where Scarlett was in fact laying awake, looking to be confused as hell. Shit. She had woken up. Scarlett had survived, she didn't leave. God, I was so relieved. "Scarlett, you're... Oh my God," I ran to her side, careful not to mess with any of the many machines and wires connected to her body. I tentatively grabbed her hand in mine and placed a kiss on it, but I could sense her discomfort so clearly. It hurt actually that she didn't want me to touch her. Her green eyes trailed over me from head to toe before she said, "why are you touching me? What did you do to me, you bastard?"I pulled away from her, confuse
LUCA'S POV. THREE DAYS LATER. After catching up with the doctor about Scarlett's condition, I left her office and made my way back to Scarlett's room. She was lying on her bed with her head propped as she stared blankly ahead. My breath stopped when I saw her face. Damn. I'd never seen someone look so beautiful while in a condition like this before. The bandage wrapped around her head had somehow become cute now, and her eyes had finally started to come alive. I watched her from the glass doors for a while until I cleared my throat, walking inside. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, crossing my arms. She noticed me and a frown settled on her face. "How could I not hate you? What could have happened in those months that made me trust you?"This question again. She'd been asking it steadily since she woke up. I understood why she was confused and wanted to know, I mean, if the last thing she could remember was when I pointed a gun at her and her boyfriend then she had every r
LUCA'S POV.I read the message several times until I replied. Me: What plan? How can I help?Raymond: I'll need to see you. Raymond: You'll need to come to the station. Me: Okay I'll be there as soon as you text me the address. Raymond: Sure, I'll do that. Sorry you have to leave your wife. Me: it's no problem. Immediately the address was sent to me, I shoved my phone into my pocket and practically ran back to Scarlett's hospital room. A nurse was there now, giving her some injections while she lay in silence, staring at the wall blankly. "Hi," I said, getting both their attention. "uhhm... I'll have to leave now, just for a while I'll be back soon."Scarlett frowned at me. "Leaving? Where are you going to?""I'm going to take care of some stuff," I said, scratching the back of my neck. I don't know why it was so difficult to keep the truth from her. I mean, she completely did not need to know about the person who tried to kill her, or that I was currently in touch with the pol
SCARLETT'S POV. After Luca had left, I realised that I really was alone. The nurse had been a good company but then eventually she'd left to go on with her business and I'd realised that I really had no one to talk to and nothing to do. And after staring at the ceiling for a long time and thinking of how miserable I felt, not being able to walk or stand or move anywhere from around my pelvis area, I decided that I'd had enough. The nurse had mentioned something about trying to get some fresh air earlier, maybe I could try to do that. I was looking through the window at the trees that were blowing out with the wind, when my mind caught on something. Abby. Abby, I'd totally forgotten about her or the rest of my friends. Luca had definitely not told her that I was here. I needed her so much right now. It felt like I had no body, and I was regretting allowing Luca to leave me here. Who knew when he was going to be back? He had probably had enough with staying here and doing nothing wi