Chapter 70 My Resolve
Christian’s Point of View
“Do you think I’m scared of you?” Veronica asked, her lips twisting into a wicked smile, and my eyes narrowed. I knew she was a bitch, and rich bitches like her are rarely scared of anything. She has her daddy’s money to cover up her mistakes, no matter what they may be. “I know that all you are is just the scared little boy who is looking for the validation of his mommy.”
She chuckled.
“What are you going to do?” Her head cock to the side, her green eyes narrowed mockingly. “Run to tell your mommy about how much you hate me. Suck it up, loser, our family wants us to be together—we don’t have any choice.”
“Is that the only reason you have refused to let go?” I asked, pressing her even harder against the wall. “Or is it just your pride? You can’t admit it to your parents that I rejected a girl like you, you never even loved me, you cheated on me all through our relationship.”
She blinked back hard.”In relationships like this, having a couple of lovers is not something alien,” the corner of her lips tugged into a small smirk. “Isn’t that what happened with your father, and how you got your brother?”
“Shut up your damned mouth,” I growled in her face. “Don’t you ever speak about my family.”
I shoved her, and she stumbled back, falling to the ground.
“Ah!” She screamed, her high-pitched voice stabbed through my ears, but I ignored it and kept walking away.
“You fucking piece of shit! I’m going to make you pay for this,” she kept yelling, screaming, and throwing a tantrum like a fucking child. “I’m going to tell the whole world what a sorry piece of trash you are!”
In response to the screams, some of the maids hanging around the area quickly rushed to the scene. I got out to the dining room, my eyes coincidentally met with the judging gaze of my mother, her hands balled into fists, and she stepped forward.
“What the hell did you do to Veronica?” She asked, and I shrugged. “Why is she screaming?” ”She will tell you about it, don’t worry.”
I slipped my hands in my pockets and waltzed out of the house, ignoring the noises and the commotion behind me. Air rushed into my lungs the moment I stepped outside, and the heaviness that settled in my chest melted off.
“Should I drive you back to school?” The chauffeur asked the moment I nestled in the back seat, and I shook my head.
“Take me to the hospital,” I ordered. The man’s grey eyes met mine in the mirror; they held lots of questions, and I raised my eyebrows, answering all the questions he might have. Wordlessly, he nodded and ignited the engine.
“Mr. Blackwood has refused her to have any visitors,” The nurse’s voice trembled as she looked at me. “I’m afraid—”
“Mr. Blackwood doesn’t have to know that I came here,” I answered for her. “You know I come here every week.”
She nodded. “He updated her visitors’ list two days ago.” Her fingers were kneading the other as if she was being put in a spot.
“I will stay only ten minutes,” I answered back curtly. “I drove a long way here.”
She paused for a while, sharing a look with her colleague, who shrugged her shoulders, and a soft breath escaped her.
”Fine.” She opened the door. “Only ten minutes.”
I stepped inside the room, and the dead silence was interrupted occasionally by the beeping of the heart monitors.
Silence again, then another beep, it goes on and on, until the sound sticks to your head, or maybe it’s just me who thinks about it like that. My eyes fell on Avery on the hospital bed; she had all these weird machines connected to her.
Her skin was pale, but her beauty remained ever radiant, and her energy was kind… Maybe this was the reason mother hated her, because she was the complete opposite of mother.
Avery was kind to me, even when I was rude to her; she was thoughtful and never forgot to look out for me, even though I wasn’t her son.
She was the first to notice… and I think I completely understand why Dad had an affair, because if I were stuck with Mother forever, I would cheat too.
“When do you plan to wake up?” I asked curiously as I sat down, watching her still, almost lifeless body, with tears in my eyes. “My mother is about to steal your son.”
I said with a quiet laugh, I might be irrational most of the time, but it doesn’t make me dumb. Mother was trying to oust me by getting Xavier to like her; she is planning to keep the good son, aka Xavier, who would probably get all of the inheritance.
All because she is convinced that Avery would die.
“If you die now, my mother is going to take your precious, well-mannered, lovable son, and make a puppet out of him,” I warned her. “Are you sure you want to be lying here while all that is happening?”
I asked again, but as expected, there was no response from her.
“You can’t die,” I said, my voice quieter now. “You have to stay alive…”
I trailed off, unsure of whether or not to say it. “…you’re the only family I have left.”
A small sigh slipped past my lips as I pushed myself to my feet and walked out of the ICU. The ride back to school was silent, my mind blank the entire way.
“Thank you,” I muttered as I got out of the car and watched the Driver as he zoomed off. I picked my pace, heading towards my dorm room, as quietly as I could. The moment I approached the hallway, my eyes narrowed because I saw someone hunched over by the door waiting for me.
He must have heard me coming, because his head snapped up, golden irises locking onto mine before softening into a smile.
Lana?
My heart lurched, and the urge to run to her— to bury myself in her arms and forget everything—hit me all at once. Her calming and soothing scent filled my nose, and my fist tightened, because I knew what I was supposed to do.
“Christian.” She got up and hurried toward me. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”
Instead of answering, I found myself lost in the beauty of her eyes—so full of sincerity and warmth.
“After the game, you just disappeared.”
Yes,…. I cannot allow myself to be swayed by my emotions, for her own safety, I need to make sure she never comes near me again.
“What are you doing here?” I asked instead, and her eyes blinked back in confusion. “Did I not tell you not to come look for me again?”
“Christian?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
I shoved past her.
She followed stubbornly, grabbing my arm, but I shrugged her off, sending her stumbling to the side. “Hey—what did I do? Are you okay?”
There was something in how soft her voice was that made my chest tighten, but I decided to follow through with my resolve.
“I told you to leave me the fuck alone,” I yelled, right in her face. Her eyes widened, fear and surprise flashing through them. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to see you again.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” I snapped, my gaze raking over her small frame. “You’re pathetic… and I’m done.”
“You can’t just yell at me like that and walk away.” She grabbed my arm. “At least tell me what I did wrong.”
Her eyes suddenly narrowed, as if something clicked.
“Is this about the competition?” she asked. “Is that why you’re acting like this—because we won?”
“And what if it is?” I replied, arching a brow. “Are you here because you feel sorry for me? Or to rub it in my face that you beat me?”
“I would never do something like that,” she said softly, her voice dropping. “I came to thank you… I thought you let us win, but it seems I was wrong.”
“Why the hell would I lose on purpose?” I let out a dark chuckle. “Oh… wait. You weren’t actually stupid enough to think I was your friend, were you?”
I tilted my head, my voice turning colder.“I was using you. And now I’m done—because you’re boring.” My jaw tightened as I noticed the tears gathering in her eyes. I stopped myself from saying the rest of the hurtful words.
Once again, I shoved her away.
“Get out of my sight,” I said coldly. “And don’t come near me again.”