Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 61

I hate that noise, I hate the aches and pains in my joints, I hate this bed.

“Has the doctor said when I can be discharged?” I ask Michael for the umpteenth time this week.

Nothing frustrates me more than hospitals. I despise this place.

When I was nine I fractured my femur climbing the old oak tree at my Papa's house. He rushed me to the hospital and I was stuck there on all the same unnecessary stuff I am today.

Besides now I did almost die, and I am currently stuck in a cast for the next four and a half weeks remaining.

Vincent and Michael have been at war with each other on who gets to stay with me and I am likely going to have a heart attack before this week is finished.

My mother has been in and out with Uncle Hector and Rae.

My dad hasn't showed up yet, but Mason is currently waiting outside for Michael to leave.

Vincent barges in and sees me, his eyes are even colder than I remember, that if I wasn't already Frost I would freeze.

“Stone, can you give Vincent and me a minute please?” I ask Michael who is currently on his laptop doing who knows what.

“Make it quick, Mason is still outside.” Michael gets up and I watch his retreating form, he is so much bigger than I recall, almost as big as a wrestler, how did I miss that.

“You lied to me Kylie,” Vincent declares, and I take my attention off the closing door to stare at him.

“I was protecting you,” I say softly.

“Protecting me from what?” He comes to stand next to me and I want to tell him.

I want to say I was protecting him from himself but I don't.

Silence is sometimes the only answer you need. Words are just at times far too few.