The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Sixty five: Wake up you fucking bitch

A/N: Comment here if you're tired of my unnecessary authors note that come at the beginning and end of chapters and I promise that I'll stop... one :p ♡

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Right now I'm shameless,
Screaming my lungs out for you.
Not afraid to face it,
At least more than one time. 〰️ Camilla Cabello

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Ian's POV

It had been twenty-seven days.

Twenty-seven days since we got her out of the stupid warehouse she had been kept for three whole months.

Everything seemed like it had gone back to normal- the way it all was. The men in the warehouse were all arrested and didn't even get a hearing before they were thrown in jail. Alvaro, since his parents were important people, was kept in a special cell where it was only him. Cody had returned back to Canada to complete our final exams which were going on now. She had missed so much school I wasn't even sure how she would start to catch up in time to graduate in a few months. I turned to my phone that kept buzzing with texts from Addison and Julia both asking how she was doing- how I was doing.

I was losing my mind.

I grabbed onto her flail hand like I was grabbing my lifeline and squeezed it gently. She didn't move just lay there motionless. I sighed in defeat as I rubbed my rough hands over my face.

'She's lost way too much blood.'

'She hasn't been eating properly plus she's very dehydrated.'

'She has a remarkable amount of scars and openings in her body.'

'We're sorry but her chances of surviving are very slim.'

To hell with that.

She had to come back, she had to wake up, and come back to her family- and come back to me. What did they bloody mean when they said she wasn't going to... she just had to. She had to come back for the sake of her family who loved her dearly and would miss her, she had to come back for the sake of my sanity.

But as I held onto her hand I knew that it wasn't anytime soon. She didn't look anywhere near slipping out of her coma and all the tubes, wires, and machines sticking in and out of her body weren't relieving any doubts either.

Despite knowing that she hated me and wanted nothing to do with me, I couldn't find it in me to leave her alone... not when she needed me the most. Looking at her like made me realize that she was as much as a human being as everyone else, even though at times she often gave the impression that she wasn't she also could be vulnerable at times. She might be made of steel but steel also melted. She was a human being and that meant that she wasn't immune to the clutches of death.

The thought of it made a shiver run through my spine. I didn't want to lose her not now when I finally realized where she stood in my life. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me and even if she didn't like me back the same way that I liked her and wanted her to like me... I still wanted her to remain with me, I wanted to wake up every day knowing that I still had her in my life even though she was just a friend and if she ever loved another person... I would fucking murder them for it.

But then a part of me knew that she felt the same way for me. She would try to cover it up but it was the little things she usually did that gave me the clarification that I needed. Like the way she would subconsciously fold her arms or tuck her hands in between her legs or behind her head every time I ran my hand through my hair or over my face and I very well knew that it was because she didn't want her hands to betray her. The way her body reacted when I was very close to her, her sharp intake of breaths, the huskiness in her voice when I run my lips over her body teasingly... I knew that no matter how hard she tried to deny it Sisi liked me in her deranged way and that... was the only thing that kept me sane.