Page 128 of My Turn

After thinking about it while I sat in the hospital, I realized where I’d gone wrong. Jake. I should’ve just taken her from him before they fell in love. It would’ve worked. The day he brought her home, I should’ve shut that entire thing down. I’d waited too long. It was the act of a coward to give her a chance to be happy with him. I always intended to take her, so why did I wait so long?

It was my love for my brother. That never should’ve mattered, but I agonized over it because I knew that in order to have her, he had to die. The me that existed now, here in this hospital, wouldn’t hesitate. I’d been more hands off about it when I killed him. In the midst of the flames, I watched him blink out of existence, but now… Now, I would wrap my fingers around his throat and crush the life out of him. And then, I’d tell Alana. We would have dealt with it. I would’ve shown her who I was immediately and nobody would have the chance to ruin it.

I couldn’t bring myself to be angry at Alicia for calling the police. She’d come downstairs and saw Alana pointing a gun at me. It should’ve gone through my mind that she would do that, but I’d only been concerned with keeping Alana from spiraling and dealing with Alicia together. It was supposed to be fine. The gun wasn’t fucking loaded.It should’ve been fine.

Looking over at Alana, I felt just as worried as I had been this whole time. She’d woken up after surgery, but she wasn’t alert. They had her on a lot of drugs and said it could take time for her to feel okay enough to stay awake long. She’d lost a lot of blood, then went through surgery. It was probably better if she stayed out for a little longer. She was going to be in pain and I hated that.

The paramedics were right, at least. It lodged in her trachea, but not enough to go through, so it wouldn’t fuck up her ability to talk or eat. She’d have a scar on her throat, which she’d hate, but I’d make sure she always felt beautiful.

If she made it through this.Whenshe made it through this. No other options.

Ever since we’d gotten here, I’d been angry. I didn’t let them keep me in a bed and I rarely left this chair. When they tried to say shit about visiting hours, I told them I was admitted here and would go where I pleased. If they wanted me gone, they’d have to forcibly remove me. Dad had talked to them more kindly and they’d decided to just leave me be.

I didn’t know how to explain it to the cops, but I’d spun a story on the spot. I refused to let them think she was some villain. Alicia saw wrong. I’d been showing Alana my gun because she wanted to learn how to use it after she’d been threatened by Mike. It wasn’t loaded and she was feeling out its weight. When the cops showed up, she had flashbacks of when Mike tried to attack her. What happened was their fault and I made sure that everybody knew it.

It didn’t really matter in the end. To them, she’d fucked up by not complying with their demands. Sure, she wasn’t the bad guy and she wasn’t in trouble for it, but they still blamed her and that pissed me the fuck off.

I couldn’t stop thinking about those officers. Could I manage to kill all of the ones who had been on the scene? Probably not,but maybe. I could play the long game and pick them off slowly. None of them should have the luxury of surviving after what they’d done to her. They’d nearly stolen her from me and that wasn’t something I’d ever forgive.

The door opened and I saw Charlie’s face. She looked timid, probably afraid of my mental state. That was smart. I’d thought about killing every nurse and doctor who came in here. Instead of acknowledging her, I looked at Alana again.

“If you’re gonna stay here, you need to at least eat.”

I shook my head without a word. After a minute, she appeared in front of me, blocking my view. I gave her a venomous look that made her eyes widen. Then, she narrowed them.

“You love her,” she said. “But we all do. You don’t get to act like an asshole because something bad happened.”

“Fuck you, Charlie.”

Her palm connected with my face. Closing my eyes, I took some deep breaths.

“Fuck me?” she hissed. “I’ve known about your crush on Alana since you first met her. It was obvious to anyone who would’ve cared to look. I didn’t tell anyone, I didn’t try to steer you away, even though I know that sort of obsession can be dangerous.”

I met her eyes, trying to gauge her state right now. Did she know something? Doubtful, but she wasn’t making me feel glad for her presence, that was for sure.

“Your brother died and everything worked out for you,” she went on. “Love through tragedy or whatever. She survived being shot. Both of you did. Now, get the fuck over yourself and let your family be here for you. We love her like a daughter and we’re all worried sick.”

“Fine.”

Her nostrils flared, but she took a step back. It was all I could give her right now, so she would have to accept it. Until Alanawoke up, I didn’t want their love or encouragement. I’d never lied when I said that she mattered to me more than anything else. I loved my family to death, but if someone held a gun to their heads and asked me to choose between all of them and Alana, I would choose her without hesitation. And I didn’t think that was wrong. If it was, I didn’t give a fuck.

Chapter 45B

Jayce

Steepling my fingers under my chin, I stared at the woman who occupied my thoughts twenty-four hours a day. I’d allowed my parents to come in and sit with me for a bit, even though every second was torture. I just wanted to be alone with her. Sharing her pissed me off right now. I felt more protective of her than I ever had and even the people taking care of her here didn’t have my trust.

I missed her voice. And her eyes. I’d lifted her lids a while ago, but it made things worse. Like that, it was too hard to imagine that she was dead. There was no life or emotion in them. No recognition.

Getting to my feet, I bit down on my lip. I needed to feel like she was alive. I needed to feel likeIwas alive.

The nurse left a few minutes ago, so they wouldn’t be back for a little while. I locked the door, then turned back to Alana. After I unzipped my pants, I moved her blanket down to her ankles. Carefully, I adjusted the tubes and everything attached to her, making sure nothing would be messed up.

“This is sort of like old times,” I told her, trying to sound more lighthearted than I felt.

I lifted her gown and ran my fingers over her slit. Leaning back, I released a stream of spit and spread it slowly toward her entrance. Once I started, her body would respond to my touch. She might wake up, but she’d be even more out of it than when she was drunk in her bed.

When I slipped a finger inside of her, my cock hardened. I imagined that warmth wrapped around me, squeezing the life out of me. With my hand braced beside her head, I continued to move in and out, opening her up for me. Her pussy grew wet, making each movement audible in the quiet room.