Paired With The Badboy

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Chapter 14

Oh no

This could not be real. My mystery had just unveiled itself. My so called admirer was this dangerous looking man. “And a little birdy told me that your name is Maddison Richards. You are the only child of Mr and Mrs Richards. Lawyers by the way.” He finished off with a triumphant smile. I was already feeling lightheaded and at the moment death seemed to be quite appealing.

From the corner of my eye I spotted Daniel walking back looking all worried which I assumed was due to the call he had just answered. His features however changed into a hard expression in a snap when he spotted the people standing in front of me. “What are you doing here?” He spat out with a venomous tone when he finally approached me and pulled me slightly behind him.

“Well if it ain’t Daniel O’Brion. Fancy meeting you here. I just wanted to ask Maddison here if she got the roses and chocolates I sent her.” My heart skipped yet again at the realization of him stepping into my room. Daniel’s jaw ticked from the corner of my eye but he did not offer a response before walking away with his hand still holding onto mine.

After making sure that I was properly seated in the car, he sped off without saying anything. He never even informed me where we were heading and why in such a hurry. I was actually scared to ask him where we were going since his face was void of any emotions, only his jaw clenched every once in a while. Even his knuckles were turning white from the way he was gripping the steering wheel.

We finally came to a stop at the city hospital and I was quite confused for I was sure Daniel did not get any injury during the day- maybe he got it when he left to answer the call. He did not waste any more time as he jumped out of the car, slammed the door and ran towards the entrance, with me right on his heels. He did not even stop by the reception but zoomed right past heading for the stairs.

After a couple flights of stairs, some wheezing and coughing - mainly on my part, we finally came to a room filled with doctors, some running about. Daniel tried to get in but was immediately taken out by one of the doctors. “What’s wrong with her? Is she going to be fine? Tell me something.” He yelled out in frustration but all that he was told was to stay out. Daniel slumped onto one of the chairs outside the room almost at the verge of tears. I did not know what to do.

Do boys also do hugs and cuddles? How about some ice cream?

I ended up sitting next to him with my hand caressing his back. He looked up at me before engulfing me in an embrace. I suppose boys do hugs and cuddles too.

He was not sobbing and neither did he let out any tears. We were like that for a few more minutes which helped in calming him down since he was more relaxed than before. A doctor finally walked out of the room and stood in front of us. “Excuse me son, you can finally see her. She is fine now and out of danger.” Daniel got to his feet and entered the room in a rush. “Thank you.” I said to the doctor which he responded to by nodding his head slightly with a smile as he turned to walk away.

Entering inside, I saw him sitting beside a woman holding her hand. She was looking quite pale. I knew where I was not needed hence I made a move to leave but Daniel reached out for my hand stopping me in place. “Please stay.” Seeing him so vulnerable somehow made me want to cry. But instead I simply walked over to him and he patted the seat next to him.

I looked at him then to the unconscious woman and back at him, contemplating whether I should sit or not. Hesitantly, I sat down and looked at the woman who looked alot like Daniel. “Maddison, I would like you to meet my mother, Daniella O’Brion.” He was looking at his mother as he said with a sad smile. This time a tear did slip out but I was quick to wipe it away.

After a while of just sitting beside Daniel and his mother, a nurse walked in notifying us that visiting hours were almost over. I took the chance to walk out of the room inorder to give Daniel some alone time with his mother.

I sat on a bench outside the hospital entrance and breathed in the fresh air. It was not hard to see that Daniel was in pain just by seeing his mother in such a state. I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Daniel walking towards me and proceeded to sit on the bench right beside me.

I looked at him as he starred ahead before I settled to looking at the now orange sky signifying that the sun had set already. There was some silence between us before he finally talked. “She was in a car accident. My father had left us and she didn’t take the news too well. She ran out of the house with a bottle of alcohol in hand. A few hours later I got the call that my mother was in an accident and she was in a critical state. My father never picked up his phone.

I tried so many times to contact him but the calls never went through. I was only 15 when it all happened. I was desperate to find money for her treatment since my father emptied all her savings. So I ended up with the wrong crew and that is how my fighting career started, only so that I could save my mother.” He took a moment to lick his lips before letting out a laugh which had no trace of humor. “And to think the last thing my sick father said to me was that I was nothing more than a stupid little boy. A mistake infact.” His tone grew angrier towards the end. A tear fell down his left eye and he angrily wiped it away.

I do not know why but I felt like giving him a hug to comfort him and that is exactly what I did. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he immediately responded with wrapping his own around my waist whilst resting his head on my shoulder. We pulled away from each other a while later and fell into another wave of silence.

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