The Bad Boy's Sweetheart novel Chapter 10

Evangeline reminded me of what it felt like to lose my mother when she was rolled on a stretcher to the hospital room. It was agonizing; she made me reveal my emotions and I was tired of fighting the sorrow. Waiting outside while the nurses do their job was the torture I had to endure, I couldn't even fucking get comfortable sitting on their hard rock chairs so I kept pacing.

"Young man, is your girlfriend going to be okay?” the old woman asked with apprehension imprinted on her face. The mere thought of Evangeline irked me because I didn't want to feel that way towards her. I had been trying my best to get away from her yet here I was, waiting for her to get better. I wanted not to care and just go back to the disruptive father and his prostitutes but I couldn't get my feet to go along the path of the hospital entrance. I wanted to make sure she was better.

"She's not my girlfriend,” I amended. It was the truth; we were never going to be together because we were from different worlds, hers was promising and mine was shattered. It was almost like a beautiful contrast of how incompatible our lives were, "She's going to be alright.” I continued with a strained voice.

The woman's blue eyes caught my hidden tied lie but didn't say anything, she gave me a pat on the shoulder and went back to sit in her wheelchair. I was still standing, watching the old woman adjust herself on the wheelchair.

"Don't strain yourself in the dark, accept the light." She said when she moved her automatic wheelchair to the room across Evangeline's. I didn't know what she meant by accepting the light but I knew that I was forever drowning in darkness and that was something I couldn't control.

"Mom, please stay with me!" I cried as I held onto her hand, running with her as they rolled her stretcher to the emergency room.

"Baby, be good to yourself, okay?” mom sobbed as her hand pulled away and the white doors closed as I collapsed on the ground.

“How can I be good to myself if you aren't here?" I whispered, staring at the closed doors that represented what I had become.

I rushed to the men bathroom and went inside the stall, unleashing my tears as the sobs of the usual pain numbed my body, I didn't like anyone to see me so weak because they would use the advantage of me so I let it all out inside the cubicle.

I sat on the floor with arms clasped around my knees as my red-rimmed eyes stared at the same color, it was always white. I hated the color white, many people said it was the color purity but for me, white was watching my mom die in pain, white was running with Evangeline to the same God damn white room, white was destructive.