Broken Bad Boy

PERCIE

"Remy!" I screamed as I rushed towards the wrecked car. Terror closed around my throat as I watched the aftermath, broken glasses, smoked, crumpled metal. I was suddenly brought back to that accident, making me fall to the ground. Shell-shocked, I felt my life was sucked out of me.

Everything blurred around me. Rushes pushed through me here in there, yet I was still kneeling on the ground as my gaze fixed to Remy.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't handle another loss. Jesus, not again.

"Percie! Percie!" Someone was nudging me, but I couldn't respond. I couldn't move. It felt like I would fall apart if I did.

"Percie, come back to me, please? Come back to me." That voice was so familiar, that touch, those eyes.

"Percie, please?"

Hailey. My emotions wreaked havoc in my heart.

"You need to get up."

"Get up?" I asked in confusion.

"Yes. Please?"

What happened?

My gaze landed on the car again. "Remy!"

Hailey held me. "Let them do their job."

How did the medic get here so fast? How long did I blackout?

"What happened?" I asked Hailey.

"You just dropped to the ground and like froze for a few minutes."

I never let my gaze break-away while they carried Remy out of the car.

"He's gonna live. He should. He should, Lee." I couldn't stop talking. I said those words over and over again until Hailey led me the way back to my car.

"I need to see Remy," I ordered harshly.

"You will, but we can't see him right away. He needs to be checked up or undergone surgery if needed." It was Lexie who answered. "Let me drive to the hospital."

***

I was pacing back and forth in the waiting area. The wait was excruciatingly long, and it felt like an eternity. It had been a few fours, and we hadn't had gotten any news aside from what was expected. Remy went into surgery. "His father just arrived," Lexie informed me.

"What happened to my son?" His voice echoed throughout the hallway. He was just as old as my father, but he had a few pounds on his weight.

A nurse came over, meeting him halfway. I couldn't hear anything other than murmurs from the nurse, but based on his reaction, the nurse just told him the status of Remy inside the operating room. It wasn't good. "How did it happen? Who are you? Do you know my son?" He marched closer. I didn't know if I should be glad he was asking about Remy or be pissed off. He wasn't aware of anything about his son's extracurricular activities. "You should probably ask Adrian. He challenged Remy to race with him," Lexie answered. I couldn't face him when I was carrying the guilt and anger.

"And why in the hell he did that?"

"I mean no disrespect, sir. But shouldn't you know what his friends had been doing to your son?"

"What are you talking about? They're like brothers."

"Not anymore," Lexie answered with disinterest.

"I don't understand." His brows met as he looked at Lexie.

"You should talk to him. I'm sure he would explain."

"How do you know my son?" This son of a bitch was still confused. He really didn't give a shit about Remy.

Lexie threw me a glare, telling me that she needed help.

"Remy wanted out from his friends. The only way out was to race against Adrian. Your son isn't so happy about his friends anymore. Apparently, they like to play around by bullying students they think are under them." "That's not true." He glared at me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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"You could ask your son once he wakes up."

He narrowed at me. "Aren't you Presley's son?"

"Disowned, yes. I am," I proudly said and met his gaze.

"I'm sorry about your sister."

"Thank you."

He checked the time on his watch. "I'm gonna be late for an important meeting. Can you call me when Remy gets out from surgery?" He picked up a card from his jacket pocket and gave it to me.

Motherfucker. His meeting was more important to him than his son, who was fighting for his life in the surgery.

I took it from him. "Of course."

He left like his fucking ass was on fire. Then the members of the F5 walked in as if they bought the hallway.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Matthews?" Kyle asked, face filled with cruelty.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Get the fuck away from here." It was another moron, Calix.

"You and your moron friend who put Remy in that situation. Shouldn't you be with Adrian celebrating for successfully nearly killing Remy? Or you're here to gather info so that you can go tell Adrian that he won and finally got what he wanted." "This happened because of you bitch," Kyle spat out. Accusation grew in his voice.

If it wasn't for Lexie, I already broke his nose, but she managed to hold my arm before I could launch a punch at Kyle.

"This bitch has nothing to do with what happened. Remy just realized how cruel and stupid you all are who only choose to bully someone who is small than you. Get out of here before I call the cops and tell them that you orchestrated that illegal drag racing that put Remy's life on the brink of death."

Shock and fear showed on their faces, but they vanished quickly. They talked to each other before they agreed to leave.

"Just so you know, I told Remy not to compete with Adrian, but I couldn't stop him. He said he wanted out," Kyle said before he left, joining his goons.

"Guys, you should go. I'll call you if I got any news," I told them. "Lexie, please send Hailey home. This would take more hours before Remy wakes up after the surgery."

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"No. You need to rest." I didn't have the strength left to argue with Hailey. "I promise I'll call once I have some news. Victoria, Megan, please?"

"I want to stay a little longer," Victoria said.

"There's nothing we can do at this moment. You need to go home and rest. You can come over in the morning," Lexie said, rubbing her arms. "How did this happen?" I asked myself.

"Hey, don't ever blame yourself," Lexie gripped my shoulder. "This is Adrian's fault. He should be locked up in jail. Where the hell is he, by the way?" "Hiding," Megan answered.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow. Lee, please, go with Lexie." I looked at Hailey, still terrified.

"We can stay in the apartment. I'll leave a message to Mom," Hailey suggested.

"Okay."

She leaned over to kiss me on my lips. "Call me if you need me. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

I met her worried gaze. "I'll be fine. Go, get some rest."

When they finally left, I found myself alone in the waiting area, dwelling with the pain until I could hold the unshed tears for a while.

The wait was incredibly slow and awful. I squeezed my eyes briefly when the image of the car wreck seemed to start flashing back into my head.

I finally gave up on containing my emotions. Tears blurred my vision. My chest squeezed tight I could hardly breathe. The numbness I carried for months was gone, washed away with waves of emotions in my chest.

Tears flowed fast I couldn't control anymore-tears of pain, of relief and gratitude that there was still a chance Remy could get through this. I cried on the bench. Tremors shook through me.

My life was on the brink of falling apart. I finally realized what it took to care for the people around you-it came with a price of love and pain. It felt like my heart was splitting open at the thought of losing someone I cared about again. Every time I started caring for someone, they tended to get hurt because of me.

This cycle has to end now.