Chapter 12: Abe
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It wasn’t the right time for this.
I deserve an award every time I was able to control myself whenever I think about her.
All too late, I thought that maybe I should have changed my shirt first before my visit but I kinda liked how I have Callie’s blood on me.
Alright, I was ecstatic.
It felt like… she’s on my skin.
I’d never want her harmed but the feel of her blood soaking through my shirt, caking a small patch on my chest sent a thrill up my spine.
I have her body fluid on me.
Fuck.
Fuck, f**k, f**k f**k, f**k.
Fuck.
My mind needed cleaning as much as my pipes do.
The nurse on the front desk directed me to her room, they had to admit her because she hasn’t yet woken up. When I told her I was family, she informed me that the doctor said that Callie took a severe hit in the head that might lead to concussion and had to be looked after for any alarming signs after she gained consciousness to see if she was allowed to go home.
I pushed the door to her room carefully, not wanting even a single creak to sound. I slowly inched it opened, restraining myself from completely barging in and disturbing the sleeping nymph.
The scene that welcomed me had my chest clenching so hard it could burst.
It was hard to figure out where his blonde hair ends and hers started with how close his face was to hers.
The f*****g bastard had his motherfucking mouth pressed on her perfect red bow lips, his arms caging her body on either side.
The tightening in my chest didn’t lessen even as he pulled back, fingers grazing her face and inhaling deeply before sitting back on a plastic folding chair propped beside her bed.
Smoke was fuming out of my nose.
Callie’s petite motionless body lied on the dead ass white hospital sheets, clueless of what just this sick fucker had done to her.
I’m no better person than him, I know, but f**k.
The two of them had always been too close to each other. I suspected Callie having a stupid innocent little crush on him but that was just it. A harmless admiration. He was after all perfect in every nauseating way possible.
Harry, though.
What I see from his eyes as he watched her I only imagine could be seen on my own when mine were on hers as well.
His touches were too intimate to be just called affectionate.
His overprotectiveness seemed borderline possessive if not disguised under the pretense of just looking out for her.
I once caught him threatening a neighboring guy of our grandparents, tall and lanky who was about our age, not to come close to Callie. It was possible he’d also done the same s**t in school all this time that was why the poor girl still hadn’t lost her virginity despite being such a looker, while he changes girls like he changes Netflix movies after watching them midway due to his indecisiveness.
I’m no saint, had my fair share of girls to keep me entertained and keep the hunger at bay. But this discovery about my cousin whom I used to be as close with as my own brother had my head reeling back.
We have so much in common, more than I’d like to admit and I hated that this was how I’d realize it.
Harry and I both never committed to anything with anyone.
I let out a short, brutal laugh.
This right here was the reason.
I didn’t know whether to admire or loathe him.
I’m curious about what he’s gonna do when I evidently caught him molesting our underage cousin but I was more interested to see what he’d do if he thought he wasn’t caught.
If he thought nobody knew.
Harry, you son of a -
I reared my arm back, ready to slam the door open with my twitching palm when a faint voice caught both of our attention.
“Harry?” Callie called out in a rasp. She squinted her eyes, trying to sit up but her head fell back onto the bed. Her small groan irritated me a lot. More than the sight of the bandage wrapped around her palm sized head.
Harry catapulted to her side.
Too close. Too f*****g close.
“Hey, sweetheart. Don’t get up just yet.”
He took her hand in his, and to my annoyance, I noticed her delicate fingers loosely tangled with his.
I shook my head. I needed to get out of here before I did something that I would most definitely regret. I don’t wanna stress the injured nymph out.
With a final glance at her lying form and the assurance that she was safe, I turned around as quietly as I could with no idea where to go.
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