Heaven’s Regrets (Book 1)

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Chapter Fourteen

"Good morning. How are you feeling?" I ask, rubbing her arm.

"Ghost? What. Uh. What are you doing here?" Her eyebrows arch in confusion.

"I wasn't going to leave you like that."

"Huh. It wouldn't be the first time." She huffs, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, Cass, that's different, and you know it. Also, I didn't leave. You did." I say softly.

I'm not sure how much she remembers from yesterday, but I’m not in a hurry to find out. Just then, she looks shocked again.

"I shot you. Didn't I?"

I can't help but laugh a little. "Yeah, yeah, you did."

She sits quietly in thought for a few moments, "Wait. If I shot you, then.." she trails off, and I can see her reverting into that state of nothingness.

"He's okay, Cass," I whisper, cupping her cheek with my hand.

"There's no way. I saw him... laying there." I could barely hear her, but I can see the tears swelling in her eyes.

"Cassandra, I promise you, he's okay. See for yourself." I hand her my phone with the texts from Trish.

I see the relief flooding over her as she reads them, then the tears came spilling out. Her body shakes as her sobs break out.

"It's okay, Cassie, he's okay, everything's okay." I bring her closer, rubbing her back as she cries her soul out. It's like she’s crying all of the hurt and pain she's ever felt at one time.

I can’t explain what I feel even if I tried. I feel everything and nothing. It was strange waking up to Ghost like that. It felt natural but unreal at the same time.

I couldn't stop the breakdown coming that was a long time in the making when he told me Dad was okay. I just laid there and cried my soul out. It was almost therapeutic, finally letting everything out.

I had come to terms with everything a long time ago, but I never dealt with the emotions of it all. It was just too much at the time. Feeling embarrassed, I roll over to the other side of the bed, throwing the blankets off, and climb out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Ghost sighed.

"I have to go see my Dad. He's probably awake by now and wondering where I am." I could hear the sadness in my voice. I wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. The thought of losing the only parent I have left is suffocating.

"Well, I'll come with you. You shouldn't be driving." He says, climbing out of bed.

I don’t have the energy to argue about it, "Alright. I just need to change." I mainly say to myself as he was heading for the door.

"I'll be waiting at your car." He tells me, closing the door behind him.

God, why am I so nervous to see my Dad? I'm so relieved he's okay, but I have a feeling this is only the beginning of an uphill battle.

Grabbing a Heaven’s Regrets hoodie and some sweats out of the closet, I quickly change and grab my phone, making my way to the door when I see an unknown number lighting up the screen. It might be Dad, so I should probably answer.

"Hello? Dad, is that you?"

"No such luck, darlin'." A deep voice rasped out.

"What the hell? Who is this?"

"You'll know soon enough. This is what's going to happen, you're going to go see your precious Daddy, and when you're done, you're coming with me." He said it so coldly, I felt a shiver down my spine.

"Like hell I am!"

"You'll do it if you want your old man to live long enough to leave the hospital. You won't say a word to anyone, and you will disappear again. For good this time." He hung up.

I feel the rage building in my stomach. I only have one guess who it is, Saints. We always outnumbered them and I know now would be no different. I’m not going to let them have the pleasure of killing my Dad. He's the only one keeping this club running smoothly.

What am I getting myself into?

I walk out to the car and climb into the passenger side, Ghost held the door as always. I'm not sure how I can keep this from him. I can't risk him getting hurt when they take me. I have to figure out a way to get away from him.

The ride to the hospital goes quickly, and I'm sure Ghost was doing nearly double the speed limit. Ghost shuts the car off and comes around to my side, opening the door. This will probably be the last time I ever see him. My heart breaks a little, but I can't let it show. I have to keep all of this to myself.

Ghost spoke to the receptionist for me and found out everything about Dad. I tune everything out after they said he would make a full recovery. That's all I needed to know.

We head up to the second floor ICU, room forty-two. I was taken back seeing him lying there with all the tubes and machines hooked up to him.

He looks so fragile, not like the strong President of a Mother Chapter. Just another reason I have to do this. With him already compromised, it makes him an easier target.

"Hey Luke, could you get me something from the vending machine?" I ask quietly, not to disturb Dad.

"Of course. What do you want?"

I've hardly seen this caring side of him, and now I never will again, "Just anything, thanks, Ghost," I say, staring at the ground.

When he leaves the room, I quickly write a note about what’s happening on the notepad by the bed.

I write about the tracker on my phone and the one in my necklace. I don’t have time to write much else. I rip the letter off the notepad and put it on my Dad's chest, making sure it will easily be found. I say my goodbyes to my Dad just in case this is the last time I see him.

"Dad, I'm so so sorry this happened to you. Would you please try to stay calm when you wake up to me gone, just know I'm okay, and I can handle myself? I love you so much, and I'll miss you more than anything." I whisper in his ear before I take off to the door, stealing one last look.

I make it to the lobby easy enough, but the second I get to the door, I hear Ghost yelling after me. Guess I wasn't as quick as I thought. I take off running out the door and am instantly grabbed by some lanky-looking meth head.

Perfect timing, I guess. I don't bother screaming, I’ve already given in to my fate. I'll do anything to save my Dad, and I know they will never stop coming for me.

I can still hear Ghost yelling after me as they toss me in the back of an SUV. Always the theatrics around here.

I’m thrown backward as they speed off, I try regaining my balance long enough to sit up, but it’s no use. They’re tearing around every turn, tossing me around like a rag doll.

Hell, I'll be surprised if I even survive the ride. I know at the very least I'll be bruised up. I hear the roar of a motorcycle, and I know these loser Saints won’t get far. Then I hear the gunshots, the Saints are shooting at the bike. I hear what can only be one thing, metal scraping across the pavement.

Panic hits me like a bus. It has to be Ghost's bike and body going across the pavement. A moment later, I hear more motorcycles, the deafening roar of the pipes vibrate through the back of the van.

There’s a thud, and I know the van was hit as the back end smashed against the pavement and sends us spinning out of control. It all happened so fast. I was flying through the air, and now there’s nothing but darkness drawing in. Cold and cruel darkness.

I don't know what the hell this woman wants from here. It all looks disgusting. I settle for a bag of chips and a soda, that will have to do. I hurry back into the hospital room to find it empty. What the hell?

"Cassie? You in here?" I call out, but no reply. I knock on the bathroom door, no answer, so I open it, but it’s empty as well. What the fuck?

I look over at her Dad, and notice there’s something on his chest. Walking over closer, I realize it’s a note from Cassie.

"Whoever finds this, know I'm okay. They've taken me in exchange for keeping my Dad alive. I went willingly, and I know I'll be found. Ghost, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. Please understand. Love Cassie."
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