I needed to help her somehow. To hold her and see her and beg her not to leave me.
I could still feel her hair, her smooth skin, how she shivered in the mornings and cuddled closer to me, wanting me to protect her. I needed to help her and give her warmth.
But he wouldn’t let me.
The man was the devil in my mind.
I tried to see her every single day of the last week and every single day I was escorted away from the room.
She was laying there, lost in space and not knowing that I cared about her enough to hold her hand, and that tore me to pieces.
Which was why I was trying again today.
I probably looked like hell. I still had the side of my face bandaged, but on top of that I hadn’t shaved or even looked in a mirror since I was released a week ago. Jules would’ve yelled at me to take a shower. I didn’t care without her.
I stared at the elevator numbers ticking up until it reached floor five.
When I walked out of the elevator, I was met with two hospital security guards.
They’d been expecting me.
“We’re sorry, but you can’t come on this floor, Mr. Scott.” The guard said with a resigned sigh.
I had so much anger coursing through me, I couldn’t see straight. I felt myself shaking and I took a swing at one of the beefy guys.
But my reflexes were still off from being concussed and he quickly restrained me, pinning my arm against my back, and shoving me back into the elevator.
Feeling useless and lost, I backed against the rough brick wall of the hospital and slid down to my butt. I dropped my head in my hands and cried until I made myself physically sick. I dry heaved on the grass next to me for what felt like an hour.
The next two days I spent in the waiting room. If she woke up, she'd ask for me and I wanted to be around.
But not even that was okay with Henry fucking Hurley. He had me banned from the hospital, claiming I was a stalker and who was trying to hurt his granddaughter.
I tried to argue against his charges, but his money proved more powerful than anything I could say… as per usual.
Chapter Twenty: Jules- August, 9 years ago
I would’ve been moving to Texas with him around this time.
But he wanted nothing to do with me.
And honestly, I wanted nothing to do with life anymore.
It was amazing to think of how things could go so well just to turn so ugly.
I stared at the new walls around me. My chosen prison. It’s not like my grandparents forced me to stay here or anything. I just had no desire to get up and move. Life had just turned completely upside down on me. I figured my life would be set at this point- moving in with Greys, getting a job I loved... Instead, I had nothing.
I guess I deserved what I was going through. I’d had it so wonderful with Greys for six years while most of the other girls in my grade were single. But now I’d be single forever because I would never give my heart to someone like that again.
I hated him. I was disgusted by him.
But...
Deep down….
I would take him back in a second if he would only ask to be forgiven. The thought of a phone call brought tears to my eyes. I wanted it so badly. Only, I hadn’t heard from him since that text.
I’d woken up in the hospital alone.
