//Chapter 32//

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"Maybe I lied when I said I was okay."

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[Angelina]

Beep... Beep

"It's your fault."

Beep... Beep

"How the hell is this my fault?"

"You gave her the drugs!" The first voice spoke again. It was a woman, and she sounded quite familiar, but I couldn't figure out who exactly it was.

"I didn't think it would get this far. Also, you know damn well that it wasn't only the drugs that caused this. She hit her head on the fucking wall." The second one responded, raising his voice a bit. It was a guy. It was from Matt.

I could only hear them talking, and I couldn't see them. Everything was black, and darkness surrounded me, and I started panicking.

Beep... Beep

What was that annoying sound? I tried to open my mouth to speak, but yet again, nothing.

My head was pounding, and it felt like someone had hit me on the head several times. The pain was almost unbearable. Also, my mouth was dry. I needed water.

"Fuck this. We are both responsible here. If she or anyone speaks to the police, this time, we won't manage to escape. We were lucky." The woman said.

Hayley.

What were they talking about? I couldn't stay like this anymore. I had to wake up.

I moved my body on the hard bed, groaning as pain shot through my body, and I took a deep breath, finally managing to open my eyes. In the beginning, my vision was blurry, and I couldn't see anything, but after blinking a few times, everything was clear.

I was in a hospital room, the white, dull walls and smell of antiseptic told me that. My eyes looked around the small room, and I spotted Matt and Hayley near the door, having a heated conversation. Then, my eyes trailed all over my body, where patches were set with wires, linking me to the heart monitor by the bed.

I couldn't remember much from the night before, only that I was at the party and then I think the police came. Everything in between that was a complete blur. Why was Hayley talking about drugs? I didn't take anything. I don't think.

No, he wouldn't. Would he?

"Hayley. Matt." I managed to choke out. They both turned their heads immediately to look at me, and I saw as their eyes widened in surprise and relief.

"Thank God you're finally awake," Hayley exclaimed, rushing to my side as I tried to sit up on my elbows, but I felt exhausted. My arms were shaking, and I eventually collapsed on the bed again.

"I need water," I whispered.

"Oh, yeah. Shit! I forgot. You must be dehydrated," she said, panicking. Her hands flew everywhere as she searched for the glass of water that was standing right next to my bed.

"It's there, Hayley," I said, looking at it with my eyes. She sighed deeply, running a hand through her messy hair, and took it in her hand before placing it between my lips and helping me drink it.

"What happened to me?" I asked her.

She bit her bottom lip, looking at her feet.

"You hit your head and passed out," Matt said. He was standing at my feet, having a serious face.

"Not only that." Hayley snapped at him with anger in her blue eyes. I frowned, staring at the two of them with confusion.

"What else happened then?" I asked her quietly, resting my head back on the pillow. I wanted to sleep again.

"You got very drunk at the club, and Matt decided to give you one of his pills. Your system reacted; you started feeling sick and dizzy. Then, you hit your head and passed out." She explained.

Pills? What kind of pills did he give me?

"I don't understand," I muttered. "How did I hit my head?"

"Well..." She trailed off. Matt punched the wall with his fist, making me flinch slightly and looked at me.

"The fucking police found the club, and from then on, chaos kept coming. I saved you from being hit, but as you can tell, I didn't do a great job." He said. I looked at my hands, which had small cuts in them and parted my lips, ready to speak. I remember that the police came but not hitting my head.

"Why would the police go there?" I asked, feeling frustrated. They weren't telling me everything.

I knew it.

"It doesn't matter," Matt replied, pacing around the room like a mad man. I felt bad for him but stopped myself before I could apologize. This wasn't my fault, and they were keeping secrets from me. They should be the ones to apologize.

"What matters is that you are safe now, Angelina. After what happened, Matt and I managed to bring to the hospital. Fortunately, it wasn't anything serious, and you were sleeping through the whole night." Hayley said, smiling weakly at me. I nodded my head.

"Then, I will be able to leave, right?" I questioned. She shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Probably, as I said before, it was nothing serious."

"Okay."

We stayed in silence for a while. Neither of us speaking. There was nothing to say anyway.

That is, of course, until Hayley decided to speak again.

"You know, we called someone."

"What do you mean you called someone?" I asked, confused.

"I mean that we called someone to come and take you home. I didn't know anything about you, so of course, I didn't know where you lived. But you kept muttering a name in your sleep. N-Nills...Snow-"

I stopped her, sitting up on the bed with wide eyes.

"What name?" I asked hesitantly. She looked at me like she was thinking about it and then replied.

"Nick. Mr. Snow. That was the name."

I took a deep breath.

"And? Continue!" I urged her, getting impatient. I was sure she had done something stupid.

"I assumed he was that boyfriend you were crying about, so I talked to the doctor, and he called him." She said.

Boyfriend?

"He called who?" I exclaimed, knowing exactly who she was talking about. Hayley looked at me, biting her lip, but before she could say something, someone else's deep voice filled in the room, turning all gazes to look at him.

"Me," Nick said, leaning by the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. He seemed tired, and his hair was messy like he had run his fingers through it a lot, and his outfit was so unlike his usual attire.

My lips parted as I looked at him in shock. I didn't want him to see me like this, but there he was standing a few feet away from me, and like always, I couldn't stop my heart from beating like crazy at the sight of him.

Did he come because he cared or because he felt obliged to do it?

"Nick," I said his name in disbelief.

His eyes moved to the ground, and he stepped inside the room painfully slow. I couldn't exactly tell if he was mad at me, because he managed to hide his emotions very well, like always, but when his emerald eyes looked at my brown ones, I could tell.

He was mad, but not with me.

His eyes moved to Matt and Hayley, and I noticed his fist clenching and unclenching on his side. He exhaled through his nose and wet his lips, preparing himself to speak.

"Can you leave us alone, please." He said, his voice was low and controlled. I pressed my lips together, taking a deep breath and motioned for Hayley to leave the room.

She listened to me and started walking towards the door. Matt had no intention.

"Hell no! Why would I leave her alone with you? I'm staying here. She went through a lot, you know." He said to Nick, pressing his finger on his shoulder.

"Matt," I warned him.

Nick didn't even flinch. He just stared at Matt with a hard expression. He was about to explode any minute. I knew it. I could tell by the way his eyes narrowed, and the veins on his neck were showing.

"Nick. Don't." I pled him calmly.

He didn't listen. Just as I was expecting, he grabbed Matt by the collar of his leather jacket and pushed him against the wall, leaving him breathless.

"Don't you talk to me like that. You shouldn't even be here, not after what you made her go through, you piece of shit." Nick yelled at him, applying more pressure as his hands now moved around Matt's neck. I looked with fear at Hayley, begging her with my eyes to do something, but she stood by the door with her arms around herself, doing nothing.

"I didn't do anything. She made her own choices. She was perfectly fine to think for herself. I gave her what she asked for." Matt raised his voice.

Nick groaned in anger and punched him in the face, hard. Before Matt could recover from it, he punched him again and again. I hadn't seen him like this before, not this angry, and the way he hit him so brutally scared me. He would kill him.

"Nick, stop!" I screamed.

Immediately, pain shot through my head, and I gripped my forehead, resting myself back on the bed.

"Her own choice? She was drunk, you fucking bastard. You wanted to take advantage of her. The doctor told me they found two different types of drugs in her system." Nick continued to yell, causing my headache to increase. My mind was hazy, but I heard everything he said.

Two types of drugs?

"If that wasn't enough, I learn that the place you took her too was a hiding base for drug dealers, criminals, and who knows what else. For once again, you almost got her killed or sent to jail."

"Listen-" Matt began to say, but Nick interrupted him again. He pushed Matt's body back on the wall and held him there.

"No, you listen. You could have killed her! I'm trying to control myself for her, but if you say one more word, so help me God, you won't live to see the next sunrise. You better leave before I call the police." Nick told him with a warning tone and let go of him. Matt immediately placed his hand over his throat, breathing heavily and slowly walked to the door.

I shut my eyes, moaning in pain. I surely had a lot to drink the other night. Maybe it was the drugs too. I don't know.

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep

The heart monitor was going crazy as my heart rate increased.

"Nick," I called his name weakly, opening my eyes just a bit to see him. He looked away from Matt and turned to me with a worried face. He rushed to my side, and he placed his warm hand on my head, brushing with his fingers my hair softly. The affection he was showing surprised me. I had never seen this side of him either.

"Angel, baby, I'm taking you back with me." He said. Usually, if Alexander or Ethan had called me Angel, I would have gotten angry because, for them, that was supposed to be my name as a Doll, but Nick didn't mean it that way. It sounded sweet, and I liked the sound of it coming from his lips.

I felt too exhausted to say anything.

The patches detach from my chest, and then Nick placed his one hand under my knees and the other on my back and pulled me off the bed, caring me bridal style. I furrowed my eyebrows as I fluttered my eyes closed and fisted with my fingers his black t-shirt.

He walked toward the door carefully with me in his arms; the warmth radiating from his body made my body relax.

"What are you doing? You can't just take her like that!" Matt said, stepping in front of us.

"Watch me," Nick told him, his jaw tensing a bit. He walked past Matt and pushed him on the wall, getting out of the hospital room. The halls were crowded, and nurses and patients walked around, entering into different rooms.

I looked away, hiding my face in Nick's chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

I was still feeling tired, so eventually, sleep took over me.

~ ~ ~

I slowly woke up, feeling my body moving. I was in a car. I frowned, turning my head to the side to find Nick in the driver's seat, looking deep in thoughts. His one hand was curled around the black leather steering wheel, gripping it tightly and causing his knuckles to turn white, and the other one was on his lips, pinching it lightly between his fingers. The sun, as we drove through the streets, made his face shine, and defined his bone structure beautifully.

The car stopped right outside the hotel, and before I could look away, he turned his head and caught me staring. He looked at me, his dark eyes locked on mine in a heated gaze, and I couldn't look away. My lips parted, and I swallowed hard, slowly averting my eyes to my hands.

Suddenly everything that happened the previous night, and the way he hurt me came back to my mind and broke my heart all over again. He hasn't said a word about it. Maybe he didn't even know that I saw him and Bianca having sex. Maybe Bianca didn't tell him anything.

"Angelina." He softly whispered, extending his hand to place in my thigh. I flinch slightly, trying to pull my leg away as images of the night before flashed through my mind. I didn't want him to touch me. Earlier in the hospital, I was too dazed to realize what was happening, but now I'm perfectly aware of everything.

"I don't want to talk, Nick. I want to go to the suite." I told him.

I heard him sigh, and then he got out of the car, walking to my side and opening the door for me. I got out, narrowing my eyes as the sunlight hit my face, and I placed my hand over my face. Nick was about to pick me up in his arms again, but I shook my head, taking a few steps back.

"Let me help you." He said, sounding frustrated.

"I can walk by myself. You don't need to carry me." I told him a bit harsher than I was planning.

"What's your problem?" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

"Let's not discuss this here, outside the hotel where everyone can hear," I said and started walking only to stop again in front of the big doors. "You know what? Let's not discuss this at all. There is nothing to say, Nick."

With that, I got inside, and I heard Nick's heavy footsteps following me, but I didn't stop for him. I got inside the elevator angrily, and he stepped inside too without saying a word. His face looked serious, and his lips pursed.

He was angry.

When we finally got into the suite, I went to the master room and changed into my clothes, before jumping on the bed.

I breathed deeply, running my fingers through my hair. The decisions I made the previous night weren't the best, and I know that I wasn't acting smart. I should have known better than to drink that much and take anything that Matt gave me just like that, but I was too focused on my goal to forget about Nicholas that the thought of having fun clouded my mind. Thinking about it now, I understand how idiotic all of that was. I put my health in danger for nothing, and I won't do that again.

It's not worth it, not for a man like Nick. I won't allow myself to be miserable because of him. I expressed my feelings to him, and I made it clear that I do like him. If he didn't feel the same, he should have simply told me, not show it to me that cruel way. I didn't do anything to him to deserve that kind of treatment.

I can't understand him. He did what he did with Bianca and then suddenly appears in my hospital room, looking concerned about my condition. He punches Matt badly to defend me and then carries me in his arms. He is sending me mixed signals and messes with my feelings.

What game is he playing?

I cringed, remembering that he and Bianca were sex on the same bed that I was resting in at the moment. So I stood up again, pushing all the sheets on the floor, and then I laid down on my side.

I glanced at the open door, looking through it into the living room where Nick was with a glass of vodka in his hand. He had taken off his jacket and t-shirt and was now only in his skinny black jeans, showing off his inked torso and arms. The curtains in the suite were closed, making the place appear dark.

I held my breath when our eyes met, but he turned his back to me, finishing his drink and placing his glass down on the desk with a thud. Then, he started walking towards the room. He approached the bed and laid down on it. He was dangerously close to me, and as I changed my position, our bare shoulders touched slightly, sending shivers down my spine.

Nick soon faced me and bent his elbow, using it for support to hoist his body upwards. He mumbled something under his breath before reaching one hand out to me. My heart was hammering in my chest as I tried to calm down. Gently, he pushed my hair out of my face, tracing with his fingers my jawline delicately and causing me to relax a bit. After what felt like hours, he moved his face forwards, his cold breath hitting me and pressed his soft, plump lips onto my forehead.

As he pulled away and placed his head back on the pillow, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and looked at him with curious eyes.

"Why did you do that?" I quietly asked him, trying to prevent my voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry." He said clear enough for me to hear.

"For what, exactly?" I questioned.

I thought he didn't know that I saw them.

"For everything."

"Nick y-"

He stopped me from talking.

"Listen, I screwed up, and I know that. I'm sorry for what I did; it's just that I was scared. I was scared, Angelina, because you were making me feel things that I didn't want to feel. I hate this. I thought if I did what I did with Bianca, I would prove to myself that I didn't actually have feelings for you. It's not that I like her. I don't." He said in a low voice, staring up to the ceiling.

"And did you prove that to yourself?" I asked angrily.

That was no excuse for what he did.

"No." He breathed, shutting his eyes. "I fucked up even more. I know you saw us. I'm sorry."

"Your sorry doesn't change anything, Nick. It doesn't change the fact that you slept with Bianca after me telling you that I have feelings for you, and it surely doesn't change that you hurt me." I told him, raising my voice as I sat up on the bed. "That image is printed in my head, and you can't erase that, your sorry is meaningless to me."

"I know I hurt you, but I'm not the only one who made the wrong choices here. What you did last night was dangerous." He said, sitting up to so we were facing each other. His expression was hard, and I let out a dry laugh.

"Hurt me? It's like you played with my feelings, Nick, and laughed behind my back with Bianca. It was like a hard slap on the face. You made me feel so stupid when I saw you two." I yelled. I wasn't going to cry in front of him.

"And what did you do? You left without knowing where you were going. You put your life in danger, Angelina. That bastard drugged you. You almost got killed when the police came."

"I wanted to show myself that I didn't care about you. I didn't want to think about you." I shouted, mimicking what he said earlier.

"And did it work? Was it worth it?" He questioned, his green eyes studying my face closely.

"Yes," I confessed. "But no, it wasn't worth it. You are not worth it, Nick." I was about to stand up and leave, but he was quick to grab my wrist and stop me. I protested against his tight grip.

"Let go of me," I said through gritted teeth, trying to shake away his hand.

"Fuck! Don't leave. We are not finished yet." He said, pulling me closer to him, so our faces were inches away. I gave him a hard glare.

"There is nothing to say. You apologized, and your apology was denied. That's it."

He didn't say anything to what I said. Instead, his hands cupped my face, and he observed me

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