Cheaters Not Sinners {COMPLETED✔}

Chapter 26: Bleeding Hearts.

David banged and kicked at the door. Yelling for Raya or anyone else to open the door for him. 45 minutes later and he was still locked up in there. Frustrated and tired. Steven would be waiting for him right now. He cursed, stood up and marched to the door, a few seconds later of kicking at the door none stop, it flew open. He picked up his phone and credit cards and walked out of the door. He was certain he wouldn't be coming back here in a long ass time. David got to the living room and found Raya crawled up in a ball on the sofa. He was too upset to stop and ask her any questions. So he went for the front door, one hand on the handle and his phone vibrated in his pocket. He swore and reached for it, an unknown caller ID. He pressed it to his ear and waited.

"Who is this?"

"This is Doctor Shepard, you seem to be the last person who called Steven's line."

Steven? Doctor? David's heart was thundering in his chest like it would fly out at any moment.

"Yes, Steven. We found his name on his ID. The police are investigating his case right now, and I am asked to call you."

"Who the hell are you! And what's wrong with Steven?" David was losing his sanity at this rate.

"As I said, I'm doctor Shepard-"

"I fucking heard you the first time. What the hell is wrong with Steven."

"Well, If you'd just calm down, I'd explain. Steven was brought in a few minutes ago. He is in the ICU as we speak."

"What. The. Fuck!"

"Steven was shot."

"No!" David shouted, Raya, got up from her death place and glared daggers at David who cursed and ran off. She wasn't sure if he was breathing anymore. She hoped he doesn't kill himself in an accident. Crawling back into her death place, she cried even harder.

"Steven got shot. By whom? How?!" David could practically feel his heart going numb. Fuck. What he would give to be there right now. The flight was the worst kind ever. David was certain he wouldn't be flying again after this.

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David pulled the hospital doors open and ran into the lobby yelling. 'Shepard!" People glared at him weirdly. Some thought him mad. His hair was disheveled and bleeding. His dressing odd. Had he really worn a ripped orange short on a very torn shirt, or did he destroy them himself? He couldn't remember. And where the hell is his shoes. People looked at him weird on the plane too, some avoided him on the sidewalk. He yelled doctor Shepard one last time and stumbled into a man's chest.

"Are you OK?" The older man asked.

"Do I look OK?" David snapped. "Where the hell is doctor Shepard? And you should really watch where you're going."

"I am."

"You're what?" David asked narrowing his eyes.

"Doctor Shepard."

"Great! Now, where is my boyfriend."

"Who are you?"

"David. For fucks sakes, you fucking called my phone, remember?"