Hunter by Vanessa Siena

Author:Vanessa Siena [Siena, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781640348004
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Harlow

Everything hurt. My body felt numb, yet the pain was rushing through my body in a way I’d never felt before. I tried to remember what happened. Why there was a mask over my mouth and nose pushing air into my lungs. My lungs hurt the most. Every breath I took was like a punch to my stomach, and each time I breathed out it felt like I wasn’t going to be able to take in any air ever again. Luckily, the machine helped.

I kept my eyes closed, wondering if I was dreaming. I was too scared to look so I tried to think about what had put me in such pain.

My name being called was what came to mind first, then a sharp pain from something heavy hitting me. A car. I got hit by a car. And it happened because I was walking away from something. My brows furrowed, remembering what the reason was why I wasn’t careful while walking on the side of the road.

Then, Hunter’s face was in front of me. I went to the trailer park to see him. I wanted to make sure he was okay, but the closer I got to his home, the more I realized what I was doing was stupid. So I turned and left without looking back. Without seeing him.

I felt something on my left hand, squeezing gently. You can open your eyes now, I thought. This was real. I was awake and alive. Taking in another painful breath, I slowly opened my heavy eyes and looked up to the ceiling. It was dark in this room and the beeping of the machines told me I was lying in a hospital bed. I was safe.

“Hey, sweet girl,” I heard my brother’s voice whisper before I turned to look at him. He was sitting next to the bed, one of his hands holding mine tightly and the other coming up to brush over my head. His tired smile and red eyes said it all. He had been crying and hadn’t slept in a while.

I closed my eyes again for a second, adjusting to the moonlight beaming through the window behind Jagger. When I opened them again, I tried to squeeze his hand back, but I just didn’t have enough strength in my body.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly through the mask, which just made my voice sound muffled. I regretted speaking, though, because my lungs tightened at my attempt to use words.

Jagger let out a small laugh, shaking head. “You’re the one in a damn hospital bed and you ask me if I’m okay? Hell, Low, you fascinate me each damn day.”

I tried to smile but I knew he wasn’t okay. I accepted pain fast and I didn’t like other people being hurt. I reached up to touch the mask, trying to figure out if I could take it off. It wasn’t comfortable and the sound it made wasn’t that nice either.

“Don’t,” Jagger said, grabbing my hand and laying it back to my side.

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