Broken

Chapter 11

Sebastian’s POV

I couldn't let her go.

I kept pressing her closer to me, running my fingers through her hair, and kissing her forehead.

I was so fucking angry and so fucking scared. I couldn’t process everything that happened no matter how fucking hard I tried.

“Open your eyes, Rory,” I mumbled for a hundredth time. “Please, Rory. I need you.”

My voice was trembling. My entire body was shaking. I felt like I was living in the dark for the past four months and I felt like I walked into the light for the first time in months.

They lied to me, didn’t they? Why the fuck would Bruno need to drug her if she was giving it away like they said she was?

I sobbed again and buried my nose in her hair.

I was terrified of what she was going to say when she woke up. She probably hated me. She would probably say that she didn’t want anything to do with me. The things I did…

Did I lose my sister? Did I lose my twin?

Another wave of pain washed over me. I tightened my arms around her.

“I am so sorry,” I cried out. “Please don’t leave me, Rory, please.”

My throat started closing. I couldn't speak anymore. I couldn't breathe.

Would she leave me?

Her bedroom door opened and Rhys walked inside. He had a murderous look on his face.

“What did your dad say?” I asked quietly.

“The fucker is locked up,” Rhys said as he approached the bed. “We need to take her to the hospital. They need to examine her.”

I tightened my jaw and shook my head.

“Not until she wakes up,” I said quietly. “I don’t want her to be scared.”

I refused to take her to the hospital. She hated hospitals and I knew how scared she would be if she woke up there. I would take her once she was awake.

Rhys sighed and sat on the bed next to us. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“You and I will probably be charged as well,” he mumbled. “My dad is pissed.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said. “My parents will handle it.”

I couldn't fucking care less about the charges. I was really sorry that I didn’t kill the fucker. I shouldn’t have let Tim pull me away. I had a great grip on the fucker’s neck.

I placed another kiss on Rory’s forehead.

“I am not sure if she will be okay with you holding her when she wakes up,” Rhys mumbled, making the anger explode inside me.

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes.

“I told you that I am not letting her go,” I said, gritting my teeth. “I am her brother. I am her twin. I am not letting you or anyone else take her from me.”

Rhys tightened his jaw and opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted with a quiet groan.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

“Rory!”

“Princess!”

We shouted at the same time.

I cupped her cheeks and lifted her head so I could look at her. She frowned a little. I wanted to say something, but the fear prevented me from speaking. There was a huge lump in my throat and I couldn’t say anything.