Till The End | Sequel of SAY |

❝ chapter eleven ❞

|• Zonnique •|

We couldn't even make it inside the hospital without getting ambushed by paparazzis. Chresanto held me close to him, with his arm around my shoulder as I buried my face into his chest. He pushed through the paparazzis, who kept throwing in questions.

"Roc Royal, is it true that Jessica Parks dumped you?"

"Is that your new girlfriend?"

"What happened between you and Jessica?"

"Is that the ex Jessica Parks once mentioned?"

I rolled my eyes as we made it safely inside. We signed in and sat in the waiting room. I stared forward and couldn't help but feel guilty. This is all my fault. No matter how bad he was to me, no matter how bad he hurt me and my feelings, I shouldn't have returned the same gesture. I know better than that.

I felt Chresanto take my hand in his. "It's not your fault, babe. He was just hurt."

"Because of me." I broke down again.

"Stop." He kissed my forehead. "He was confused and alone."

I nodded, still believing its all my fault. Nothing will convince me other wise. Sitting there for what felt like years, the doctor finally came and told us that Kevin will be okay. I sighed in relief.

"Can I see him?"

"Yes," He, then look at Chresanto. "But, you can't see him 'till tomorrow. We're only allowing family or closest members today."

Chresanto and I nodded and the doctor did a small smile and walk away. I pecked Chresanto on his lips before going to Kevin's room. I hesitate before opening the door. Once I did, my heart sank and tears fell out of my eyes again. The sight was heartbreaking.

"Kevin." I spoke lowly, approaching the bed. I sat down on the chair that was in front of the bed. I touched his hand and he weakly tried squeezing my hand.

"I couldn't even get this right." He said lowly, pointing at himself. He could barely talk. He had stitches and bandages on the side of his face and neck. "That's all I wanted." He chuckled weakly. "But, nothing goes my way."

"You tried committing suicide, Kevin." I said, feeling responsible. "Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"Never thought you would care." He looked away from me.

"Well, I do care." I sighed. "I'm sorry for what I said; I never should've hurt your feelings like that. I should've known better."

"I deserved it." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "After all I've done to you."

"Why did you do it, Kev?"

"I couldn't live knowing---" He paused. "I didn't want to live knowing I've hurt the most important people I know. Ellie left me, you left me. And the drugs wasn't doing me any favors. It made feel worst about myself. I couldn't talk to you or anybody about it, knowing y'all hate me."

"I don't hate you, Kevin. I wouldn't even be here of I did."

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"What the hell?" I touched my forehead and sat up. I looked around Chresanto's room. "What am I doing here? I was supposed to be at the hospital, watching over Kevin."

Chresanto looked at me. He put his phone away. "You've spent two whole days in the hospital, watching over Kevin, babe. I assumed you were tired. And Kevin practically begged me to take you home so you can rest."