Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 22

<Hope's p.o.v>

I'm brought back to consciousness by a loud beeping noise by my bed.

Wait, beeping?!

Bed?!

I immediately sit up, completely panicked.

Where's Harvey gone?

Where's Xavier gone??

Where am I???

But all my thoughts are cut off by the pain again.

I feel something acidic rise up in my throat.

I think I'm going to puke.

I do.

I do, and I feel really lightheaded and faint.

And I need Xavier.

A nurse is fussing over me.

I don't care.

Where's Xavier?

Where is he when I need him??

I only manage to cry out one word;

"Xavier." My that feels dry and rusty.

I can't swallow.

I'm starting to shake.

I can't breath.

I need Xavier.

I'm faintly aware of a nurse crying my name, asking what's wrong, but I can't answer.

I don't have control.

Not now, not ever.

Xavier, where are you? I need you.

Then, as if on cue, Xavier rushes in.

He sits by my side and I grab his hand.

I immediately feel quite a bit calmer.

But then I look at Xavier with a serious expression.

"Where's Harvey? Where am I?"

I ask him, my voice getting more panicky.

"Shush, shh. Hope. Its okay. We're okay."

I looked up at him.

"W-what happened?"

"What do you remember?"

I let out a sad sigh.

"Nothing."

Xavier puffs out his breath through his teeth.

"Um... Well, you were at my house, and, uh, you said you needed to leave. So, uhm, I followed you. I saw you with Harvey, and then he caught me. He almost killed you, Hope." Xavier was almost crying when he said that.

I bit my lip.

I didn't say anything.

There was nothing to say, and I felt like all the words had been torn from my mouth.

A single tear fell down my cheek.

I was so scared.

But I had Xavier.

"Hope... Say something." He cried out suddenly.

I couldn't. I didn't know what to say.

I shook my head.

A waterfall was running down my cheek.

I squeezed his hand, and found myself slowly drifting to sleep.

<Xavier's p.o.v>

She was so damn beautiful, and it killed me to think about last night.

He touched her.

He did that, and now I was a wreck.

I felt like punching something.

I fucking hate Harvey.

I groaned I'm frustration.

Then, Blake walks in.

I look up at him, my eyes tearful.

He smiles sadly and kneels by Hope's bed.

"She's gonna be okay, bro. She has to." I don't want to talk. I just nod my head sadly while more tears fell down my face.

Just then, a nurse walks in.

She looks slightly taken aback when she sees us in the room.

"Oh, sorry gentlemen, I'm afraid its time to go." Blake nods his head and drags me out the room.

I take one last glance at Hope before the door slams in my face.

I sigh in defeat and start to walk home.

<Hope's p.o.v>

My eyes flutter open, and I see a nurse staring down at me.

I sigh and attempt to sit up.

"Sweetie, its probably best you dont do that." I nod and slump back down.

I hate having to lie in this bed all the time. Never being able to do anything for myself.

I find myself drifting off again.

I was at home. With Harvey.

Xavier was there. A knife was in my neck.

Xavier was struggling against his bounds.

I felt nothing.

Suddenly, the scene distorts, and it turns into another one.

I open the door.

Harvey was waiting.

My head goes against the wall numerous times.

Then he touches me.

I wake up with a gasp.

I remember what happened.

And it hurt.