Chapter Three

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It wasn't very hard to find Zion's unit. His was barricaded by many officers. I was about to walk into the room when I felt a hand tug on my wrist harshly.
"Who are you?" It was an officer with the name tag 'White.'
"I'm Caleb's counselor." I said.
"You're a kid." He said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Okay, I'm his girlfriend, will you let me in?" A little white lie won't hurt. He let go of my wrist, gesturing his hand towards the door, allowing me to go into Zion's unit. He moved his head to the side, struggling to sit up.
"Dani." He whispered. My eyes wandered over the bandages on his chest and the stitches on his jawline. There was a bandage on the bridge of his nose. I couldn't help but softly graze the pad of my thumb over his busted lip.

"Oh my god." I mumbled. I held his face in my hands, grazing my thumb over the black and blue mark on his cheekbone. He hissed in pain when my finger ran over a cut.
"Are you okay, Zion?" I asked, looking deeply into his eyes.
"I'm good," He said, letting out a sigh. "Where's Jason?"

"He's in the operation room, they're still repairing his face." I said, chuckling lightly.
"Dani," He said, pairing my hand with his.
"Yeah?" I questioned.
"Leave, go home." He quietly said, looking up at me.

"What? Why?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as I sat near him in his bed.
"Just go." He repeated, looking out the window.
"Zion, why?" He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me dangerously close. He looked at me before speaking again.
"Dani, I'll end up hurting you." He said.
"What the hell are you talking about, Zion? You won't hurt me." He looked deeply into my eyes. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes were blood-shot red.

"You saw what I did to Jason! I'm a fucking psychopath," He said, his lips split as tears threatened to fall out of his eyes. "Don't waste your time on me." I hated seeing him like this.

"What if I chose to spend my time on you?" I questioned, nibbling on my lip. He let out a sigh, throwing his head back.
"What if I get upset, and I try to hurt you? What if I do the same thing that I did to Jason? Danielle, I cannot control myself." Tears fell down the side of his face as he turned his head to look at me. 

"Look at that, I can't even touch you without hurting you." His nails had dug deeply into my skin, leaving marks on my wrist.
"Leave." He repeated for the third time.
"Zion, I'm not leaving." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Danielle, leave!" He shouted, looking at me once again.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I shouted back.
"You can't counsel me anymore! We need to stay away from each other! I don't wanna see you anymore." He shouted, his voice progressively lowering as he spoke.
"Why are you so scared of hurting me?" I asked, looking at his hands.
"Because you're special to me, Dani." He said, a tear sliding down his face.

I felt the urge to kiss him, so that's exactly what I did. I leaned back a bit, laying in in the crook of his arm, pressing my lips against his softly. His arm tightened around my waist as his other hand rested on the side of my face, trying to pull away from me.
"Dani, why?" He asked, finally pulling away from me.
"Shut up and kiss me." I said. Within seconds, Zion's lips were back on mine. His hands cupped my face, deepening the kiss.
"You're asking for trouble." He said, pulling away from me slightly.
"I love trouble, Kuwonu, I love trouble." I said, kissing him once more.

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Zion's supposed to be released from the hospital tomorrow and I was more than excited to resume my counseling sessions with him. My dad allowed me to go to the hospital with him and some other officers.

"How does your nose feel?" I asked, playing with his dreads.
"It's doesn't hurt as much as it did yesterday." He said, licking his lips.
"Your lips?" I asked.
"Not really." He said.
"Does your nose still look good?" I questioned, running my fingertips on his chest lightly.
"You just wanna know if this cute face is gonna remain the same." He said with a chuckle.
"I just want my boyfriend to look cute!" I said, defending myself. From the corner of my eye, I could see the grin appearing on his face. A tint of red took over my cheeks.

"I love it when you get embarrassed." He said with a little chuckle.
"I know you do." I said, letting out a little laugh. I guess he accepted me calling him my boyfriend. We were both leaning in, our lips about to touch when Zion threw his head against the pillow.

"I wanted you to kiss me!" I whined.
"You suck at doing your job. I'm not supposed to kiss you." He giggled.
"Zion, I'm a horny little bitch, just kiss me!" I whined once again.

"I'll tell you about my feelings since you are my counselor." He said, ruffling my hair.
"Fine." I said, crossing my arms over my chest as I sat back in the wooden chair.
"I've been feeling a bit happier lately." He said, looking at the ceiling.
"Why do you feel so happy, Z?" I asked, finding interest in his statement.

"There's this girl, I don't know, she just makes me feel happy." He said.
"What is this girl like?" I asked, smiling to myself.

"She's adorable when she's shy, I find it sexy when she's confident, she's caring which is extremely cute," He said, showing off his dimples as the sides of his lips curved into a smile. "But, she sucks at kissing."
"Well Zion, I'll have you know that I'm an amazing kisser, but thank you for all of those compliments." I confidently spoke.

"Who said I was talking about you?" He giggled. I rolled my eyes, sitting back in the chair.
"I'm just kidding." He said with a smile, placing his hand on my thigh. I gave in to him, smiling at him before pecking his lips quickly.

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I kinda like this chapter. I hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think. 😊❤️

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