Flashbacks novel Chapter 6

Noah and Mr. Lavins were in my hospital room with me, talking to each other. I say each other because I was pretending to be sleeping. Basically, I was sleeping until Mr. Lavins came into the room and began holding my hand, squeezing it once in a while.

I wanted to ignore the squeezing and go back to sleep however he began apologizing to me over and over again for not knowing I existed and for being absent in my life. He kept saying he would do anything to make it up to me. To be quite frank, I was extremely close to crying. My stomach was filled with butterflies that I didn’t know how to calm down.

When he began crying, I was about to pretend to wake up and speak with him but Noah entered the room, interrupting Mr. Lavins. They began talking about how Noah should become my personal bodyguard and how he should report to Mr. Lavins about anything that’s even mildly concerning happening in my life.

They then talked about how they opened an investigation to find out who attacked me. As soon as I heard the news, my heart dropped. I didn’t understand why they would do that. Nor did I want to.

I began panicking to the point where the heart monitor began beating rapidly and a nurse had to come in and check up on me. She told them everything was okay then left, allowing them to keep talking about what they wanted to do with me.

Mr. Lavins told Noah that he didn’t care if I consented to live with him or not and that I’d have to live with him so he could protect me. But like I said before, I’d rather die than go with them. Mr. Lavins and his family. I don’t want to interrupt his life or be a burden on him.

No matter how badly I wanted a family, I knew I wouldn’t get one. At least not one with Mr. Lavins being my father.

After talking about the whole living situation, Mr. Lavins spoke about how he didn’t like the lifestyle I lived in. That was when I had enough of them talking behind my back.

“I honestly don’t care if you like my lifestyle or not. It doesn’t concern you at all,” I told him before adding, “Besides, you’re the last person whose opinion I want to hear.”

Both the men looked startled. They turned to look at me.

“Sweetie, I didn’t know you were awake.” He, Mr. Lavins, smiled sympathetically. “How are you feeling?” Likewise, he was wearing an expensive black suit that fit him perfectly. His eyes were a luring dark brown, and he had short black hair. He wasn’t as tall as I assumed, standing at about 6’0. His lips were thin yet full and his eyes were bushy but also a bit on the thinner side. He was pretty muscular, too.

My eyes lingered on Mr. Lavins for longer than they did on Noah. After all, this was my first time seeing my sperm-donor.

Noah, on the other hand, looked more relaxed. He was wearing khaki pants and a tight white shirt. Unlike the last time I saw him, he had dark eye bags under his eyes. I immediately felt guilty.

Was I the reason he wasn’t getting sleep? …It doesn’t even matter. It’s none of my concern.

“Don’t call me sweetie,” I told him, rolling my eyes. I didn’t even mean to say that, it just slipped past my lips. But can anyone even blame me for not wanting a father anymore?

Mr. Lavins shifted from one foot to the other. It was clear he was a bit uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Noah stared at me as if I was a puzzle ready to be solved.

“What do you want me to call you then?” Mr. Lavins asked.

“My name, which is Eleonora if you don’t know since, after all, this is our first time meeting and talking to each other.” Maybe I was being too harsh on him, but at that moment, I didn’t really care. Why should I?