Rebel POV.
I walk the corridors of the hospital. The scent of disinfectant invades my nose. It’s me and dad as we walk towards the room where my baby brother is. Mom is with him and hasn’t left his side since he was shot.
My dad has hold of my hand. The closer we get, the harder I squeeze. Why do I feel like I’m being set up? I know that is illogical because they wouldn’t do that to me, not after everything that has happened.
“He is in there with your mom,” he says and I didn’t realise we had stopped by a door. I look at him and nod my head. I take a breath to prepare myself for what is behind the door.
I open the door and there he is. Ryder-Junior. He looks so weak and small. He is laying asleep on the bed, with tubes coming out of his arm and a monitor at his side. Mom is asleep with her head on the bed and her hand in his.
He opens his eyes and I smile softly at him. I walk further into the room as I move to the opposite side of the bed.
“Hey RJ, I’m happy to see you awake.” I whisper to him, not wanting to wake up my mom.
“Rebel, Rebel. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” His voice is scratchy, and he has tears streaming down his cheeks. I move closer and gently take his hand in mine.
“None of that, ok. What matters is you’re alive. I’m sorry this has happened to you. I’m sorry RJ. I’m so sorry.” I say as I crouch to meet eye level with him. He shakes his head at me.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. This was all about her. All of it, everything we did to you, was all on her. She doesn’t like you and I never understood why. I’m sorry for my part in it all. I promise you, I didn’t know it was her that did this to nanna and pop-pop. I didn’t know. If I did, I would have told you.” I sniffle and swallow, nodding my head at him.
“It’s ok, I believe you. RJ, I know I have not been the best big sister. I want to make it right. I want my family back.” I say to him when mom moves and sits up. She blinks a few times.
“Rebel, oh thank god, where is she? Do you know anything?” She asks me and I look at dad and nod my head for him to tell her so I can focus on my brother.
“Honey, why don’t we let RJ and Rebel talk? Come on, you need a break.” He says to her, and she looks from him to me and I nod my head at her to go. I’m not going to hurt my brother.
“Ok, come here, my sweet girl. I love you so much.” She comes to me and hugs me before kissing me on the head. She leaves the room with my dad and I release RJ’s hand and move to where she was sitting. I fill a glass with water and bring it to his lips with a straw.
“Sip it, don’t guzzle it.” He looks at me, and I roll my eyes and take a swig of it.
“RJ, I’m many things, but I wouldn’t poison you.” I say to him and I smile at him as I refill the glass and bring it to his lips. It hurts that he thinks I would hurt him. Again, past actions speak volumes.
Once he has taken a few sips, I move the glass away and sit down and take his hand in mine.
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