Genre: Boyband Member + Ordinary Girl = Long Distance Relationship + Drama
Status: FINISHED
Book #1 in the Never Series
"I'm one of the world's most desired men, but I'm also one of the world's least wanted boyfriends."
My heart immediately breaks...
“MCKENZIE!” my father screeches somewhere in the room.
I feel like I’m falling, and my knees hit the floor, but my entire body feels perforated.
“Call mom, now!” he’s screaming.
It must be to Oliver, but I hear nothing from his heavy boots. I only hear a slight movement. I cry out. I hope he’s listening.
“Dad.” My voice is broken, then non-existent. “Dad. Dad! I’m here! I’m right here. Please, help me. It hurts everywhere!”
I’m crying, but I hear nothing around me.
Warmth involves my body. There’s nothing on my skin – at least not on my arms. Why is this blanket so odd? It has such a rough texture. I open my eyes – and just like that, reality appears before me in all senses.
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I see blood on my shins. I’m sitting up and being supported. I don’t need to look back to know who it is; that scent is unmistakable. I taste a bitterness on my tongue. I can’t tell if it’s borne out of fear or hunger.
“It’s okay, Princess. I’m here.” Aden whispers in my ear.
The person helping is only interested in the wounds he’s nursing, his brows meeting in the middle of his forehead with some sizeable droplets of sweat sitting on them. I lean further into Aden, trying to forget what my memory chose to betray. The man presses anti-septic to the last open wound before bandaging it.
“I don’t think you need to go to the hospital or anything. But it’s all up to you.”
“It’s fine.”
From my response, no one would ever agree that my statement is truthful since my voice trembles intensely.
“Hey.” He places a hand on my knee. “You’re not there anymore.”
I frown, and he laughs in response.
“I know trauma when I see it. I’ve been burnt and seen a lot of people be burnt at the centre by molten glass. The reactions are quite unique.”
I’m not sure why he’s telling me that. It’s not really making me feel any better. I grab Aden’s arm, prompting him to kiss the crown of my hair.
“Thank you for helping my cousin.”
I cringe. He’s only saying that to not draw any more attention to himself, but it’s still annoying at a time like this. I force myself to stand. Once I’m up, I feel better, so I tell Aden I’m ready to leave.
Outside, the sun shines brightly, making me feel even more terrible. Aden finds us a cab and he holds me during the ride out of town. At some point, he decides to ask what he’s probably been wondering since the flea market.
