Chương 7: ~°~Chapter Seven~°~

I'm awake before I can open my eyes, I feel stiff all over and my eyes seems glued to my face.

Panic starts to tickle me as I struggle to remember where I am, I finally pry my eyes open to meet a plain white ceiling that isn't the one in my bedroom, there's something lying on my left hand so I tilt my head to take a look.

My mom is holding on to my left hand, her head lying beside our joined hands, she's fast asleep, her dark brown hair in a silky curtain around her face.

I try to sit up but a sharp pain stops me, I look around, I'm in a hospital. How did I get... Oh! Tyrone.

Virgil and Shana! I think desperately and Dale, I hope they don't commit murder.

"Mom?" I try calling out but my voice doesn't work, I get a vague thought of knocking against my throat like it's a faulty remote.

I clear my throat before trying again. "Mom?"

She moves, groggily raising her head up. She's still holding my hand and it makes tears gather in my eyes.

"Hayden! You're awake. Oh! My baby!" She gushes when she sights my open eyes, engulfing me in a gentle hug. "I was so scared." She hangs onto me like she expects I'll black out again.

I gulp, my throat is scratchy and dry. "W-What h-happened mom?" I ask, I know I got beat up by Tyrone but the hospital bit is still not really clear.

Tears gather in her grey eyes which was a bit wierd because I don't think I've ever seen my mother cry. "You had a few bruised organs and a slight concussion." She whispers.

My eyes widens, somehow I expected it to be either worse or not that bad, guess I got off lucky.

"Are you thirsty baby?" She asks suddenly, already reaching for the bottle of water, before I can even refuse she's gingerly lifting me up and placing the bottle at my mouth.

A few drops spills in and I suddenly realize I'm very parched. "Whoa! Maybe I should hire a couple goons to beat you up so you'll drink more water." She says drily when I empty the entire bottle and I smile at the attitude I'm used to.

It was supposed to be a grin but my cheeks feel numb so I tell my mom.

She chokes back a laugh. "You don't want to know what you look like baby."

I grimace at her. "Where's Virgil and Shana?" I can't help asking because I know that's exactly the question she's waiting for me to ask.

She throws me a sly grin and suddenly I'm very worried.

"Mom?" I warn.

"Oh you're no fun." She waves me off. "I need to call the doctors so they can check you up, I really want to take you home." She diverts, making a move to get up.

"No." I stop her. "No doctors until you tell me what's going on.

"Fine, at least let me call Shana, she went to get snacks." She eye rolls whipping out her phone.

"...yes he's awake and..." She quickly moves the flat device away from her ear as a high pitched screech tears through. When it doesn't stop after several seconds later, she's hangs up.

"She's definitely on her way, probably running while screaming." She grins at me and I sprawl on the bed, my mom and friends all share one brain cell.

"My baby is awake!" Shana barges in and I groan, knowing what is coming next.

I'm smoldered by hugs and kisses until we're both breathless.

"I'm not a puppy Shana." I complain, trying fruitlessly to push her away.

She finally calms down and just grins at me, her eyes glassy. She had been crying.

I suddenly feel bad for pushing her away and try to sit up through the pain in my sides to reach for her and hug her which she happily returns, her pink frothy hair nearly blinding me from how hard she's oscillating with happiness.

She gently pushes me back and I let out a big sigh at the relief. "Where's Virgil?" I ask suspiciously, throwing looks at both of them.

They share gleeful looks that had me nearly panicking. "Virgil asked me not to press charges against Tyrone and his gang." My mom sighs, dramatically. "I agreed."

"You what?" I exclaim. "Why the hell would you do that?"

"Don't yell baby, it'll strain you." Shana pets and I want to cry.

"The punishment that the school will give to Tyrone will be ten times better than what Virgil will do." I explain frustratedly.

"That's one of the reasons why I accepted." She shrugs, grinning wickedly. "No one touches my baby. That and Virgil always gets what he wants."

I close my eyes in exasperation, knowing that she's telling the truth. No one got in Virgil's way when he wanted something, the psychopath.

"What about Dale?" I try to ask as nonchalantly as I can manage, opening my eyes.

"Your knight in shining armor?" Shana grins at me, her hazel eyes twinkling. "The hot stuff that kept on butting heads with Virgil over his pretty girl friend?" She teases cruelly and I'm grateful that my face is all shades of purple so I can hide the scalding blush that consumes my face.

"Girlfriend?" My mom repeats, confused. "Dale thinks you're Virgil's girlfriend? Well that's a new one."

I ignore most of her sentence, "You know Dale?"

"Yes, he insisted on coming along to the hospital then he went with Virgil to give Tyrone a warning."

This time around I sit up, totally forgetting all about my pain. "They both went after Tyrone?" I exclaim. "Shit! This is the worst."

"Hey." My mom pouts. "Two cute guys want to avenge you and you think it's the worst? I'm starting to think I'm a bad mother."

I roll my eyes at her dramatics, turning on Shana instead. "Why didn't you stop them?" I half wail. "I don't want them to go to prison."

"No one is going to go to prison." She laughs cheerfully before her eyes turn cold. "And the only reason I'm right here is because I wasn't allowed to tag along. Dale says it's because I'm a girl." She scoffs.

"You didn't tell him you broke Brian's arm last time?" My mom asks nonchalantly and I choke.

"You knew about that?"

"Of course." My mom says proudly, "I bought her a whole load of ice cream for that but what I'm not knowing is why Dale thinks you're 'a' girlfriend." She turns to me.

"Aw his ears are red." Shana coos like I'm a clumsy puppy who managed to roll over.

I slap my hands over my ears. "Stop tormenting me, you guys." I whine. "Dale thought I was a girl and no matter how hard I tried to convince him, he wouldn't believe."

They burst into laughter at this, insisting that I tell them exactly what happened, word for word.

"What happened when you showed him your face?" Shana asks eagerly, interrupting me.

"He said that I should stop trying to get him to leave me alone and he was taking me to the nurse whether I liked it or not."

"Ooh! Controlling." My mom comments, nodding importantly as she and Shana share a look.

"Cut it out, this is not some Yaoi novel for you to fawn over. I should be worried with how hard my mom wants me to be gay." I sigh out loud.

She grins unrepentantly. "I don't mind which you chose to be, my love but you will let me enjoy this budding triangle." She demands seriously and Shana nods sagely.

"Never heard truer words." She says solemnly and I'm just done with the both of them.

"You know what?" I ask throwing up my hands. "You two should head on home, I'm staying at the hospital."

"No can do baby." My mom disagrees, smiling at me. "I'll go get the doctor." She says quickly before I make up my mind about staying, going out the door.

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Chương 8: ~°~Chapter Eight~°~

Shana scoots closer to me, gently holding my hands.

I lie down back on the bed, my heart thumping uncomfortably. "You're going to tell me to stay away from Dale aren't you?" I ask quietly.

Virgil has always been like that, controlling and that involved people around me, the only reason my mom can access me is because she's my mom and Shana is a crazy buffalo who doesn't give any fucks about Virgil's opinion, well, most times.

So I'd never dated or even had my first kiss yet but I'm really not complaining, maybe I'm asexual - it might be hereditary.

"Nope." She smirks, popping the 'p'

"W-What?" I'm stunned. "Why?"

"Because Dale's the first person I've ever seen who's almost as bad as Virgil, let him get a taste of his own medicine." She giggles villainously.

"This is all about that time he wouldn't let you play with me, isn't it?" I close my eyes.

She audibly pouts, patting my hand gently. "That was eons ago."

I sigh as she pushes her hand through my hair, gently untangling it. "And you kept on insisting to play with his pretty doll."

"In my defense, you looked like a pretty doll, so tiny and cute and he kept on carrying you around. Selfish bastard."

"How diplomatic of you." I snort.

"The doctor is here." My mom says cheerily, coming in with a harassed doctor.

I struggle not to face palm, knowing I was going home this evening even if my mom had to move an entire hospital wing to our house overnight.

The doctor quickly checks me over, something like terror in his gentle brown eyes, pushing his glasses upwards constantly, like he was terrified my mom would make real her threat - whatever it was, if he wasn't done fast enough.

"He should be fine, there's no lasting damages from the internal injuries. All he needs now is lot's of healthy food and bed rest. Most likely, you will have to keep him out of school for a..." We don't hear the rest of his advice because my mom has already shoved him out.

"Let's go home baby." She cheers happily. "I can't tell Virgil you've woken up yet or we'll get thrown out of the hospital, again so you'll see him at home."

I sit up again and throw off the sheets and look down, I'm in a hospital robe. "Y'all better have clothes for me or I'm jumping off the top floor." I threaten.

"Of course we brought clothes for you." My mom says bringing out cutoffs and a suspicious looking piece of cloth.

I narrow my eyes at her, gingerly getting up. "Why does that look like your see through silk blouse?" I step off the bed.

"Why would I give you that beauty, you wouldn't know style even if it asked you on a date." She denies with sass.

"Sounds like a lie but okay." I agree, collecting the clothes. "Now turn around, let me get changed." I order pettishly.

My mom scoffs but obliges. "Like there's nothing I haven't seen before." She mutters behind closed eyes. Shana falls face down on the hospital bed.

I quickly get dressed, wincing at the ghastly shade of my soft tummy, it's all black bruises with shades of purple. I sigh, slipping the suspicious shirt on, at least Virgil would have already confronted Tyrone before seeing the damage.

"Mom!" I yell in outrage when I get a good look at the shirt, "It's your stupid, see through shirt." I wail.

They turn around with knowing smiles on their faces. "I told you it would be perfect." Shana rolls on the bed, resting on her elbow and side.

"There's a bathroom here, come see yourself." My mom says excitedly, sometimes I really believe that she wanted a baby girl but when I confronted her about it, I got nothing but this. - "Ew! Why would I want a baby girl" - So that confirmed that she really did want me.

Sorta.

My shoulders are grabbed and I'm steered to the tiny bathroom. I peek in the mirror and I'm devastated.

"Mom! I look straight out of one of those 'littles' website." I complain, tugging on it, the cloth went down one shoulder and left nothing to the imagination. "And it's pink! That's it, I'm jumping off the top floor."

"You aren't jumping anywhere." She swings an arm around me, her eyes momentarily clouding over as she sees the bruises around my neck. "I was in a hurry, in my defense and you look better than I ever would in that shirt."

I peek at myself in the mirror again and frown. "I'm not seeing whatever you are both seeing, all I see is me drowning in your oversized shirt." I complain, raising a hand up, the sleeves totally envelopes my tiny fingers.

"You look adorable." Shana gushes like she wants to put a leash around my neck and show me off.

"Just don't go 'uwu' on me and we'll be fine." I say walking out of the cramped bathroom.

"Let's go before Virgil decides to come check on you." My mom says, leaving the room.

I roll my eyes and start to follow behind her when she pauses. "Hold my bag Shana." She says suddenly.

"Sure thing Renee." She agrees, elated at having to carry my mom's fancy bag.

"Mom, what are you..." I let out a yelp as she picks me up like a child.

"Throw your arms around my neck, I'll carry you to the car." She offers.

I can't even refuse because she's already moving, she has me in her arms, tucking me comfortably against her. I hide my face in her neck as everyone on the hallways stops to stare at us.

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