The Gangleaders Daughter

Chapter 48 - Exploding hearts

For one thing, I was exhausted. I had been tired my whole, entire life. It was exhausting be a member of my family and I was guilt ridden that I left my siblings to face that.

Exhaustion was something I had come to live with. Although sleep was something I had never struggled with, I loved it. It just never loved me back. I always woke up exhausted, the pressure of my world never made me feel alive.

But this sleep, was magical.
I knew when I woke up I had to face my family, my baby daddy and the mafia.

I yearned to have my son in my arms, he was what I lived for, and he was stolen from me, I knew I couldn't get him back without a fight and because of that, I needed my energy.

My entire body felt numb and my eyelids felt like cold stone, I could tell something was seriously wrong with my body. I needed stitches when Noah was born, they must've burst when I attempted to fight Sebastian.

My throat felt sore and raw, like I had been screaming but all I remember was shouting at Sebastian, which wasn't enough for my throat to hurt this badly. How long had I been out? Was I still on my living room floor?

I know Noah was "safe", Sebastian would never let anything happen to him, but he had kidnapped and taking him back to Storm, or what was left of it. So it was only a matter of time before Noah was corrupted. Our family starts from when they're born, forcing their ways down our throats.

I get the feeling back in my fingers and toes.

I knew I had to save him, get Rose and Kyle then relocate. I felt guilty about dragging them with me, but Rose was fleeing from her father anyway and Kyle was madly in love with her.

I get the feeling back in my calves and arms.

Facing Sebastian was something I couldn't avoid, Noah would be heavily guarded, with Sebastian on the front line.

My parents raised me to be a monster, to not love like I do but to be heartless and controlled. They did not do the same with my siblings, as I would be the one to birth the heir of Storm. I was the designated, automatic, chosen one and it sucked. They had been harsher with me during my infant years, it was harder for my mother, but she eventually mastered the role of cruel mum.

Unexpectedly I hear a door open and close, making me automatically stop wiggling my toes. Footsteps get closer to my body and a noise like a screen is being tapped occurs. My eyelids become light again and my body I feel my body functions returning.

"This doesn't make sense, she's suppose to be awake," the man mumbles, who sounds vaguely familiar.

With a crooky voice, I gather my energy and say,
"Dr. Winchester, is that you?" I hear footsteps stop in their tracks, then the squeak of someone turning around before the footsteps get closer towards me.

"Ms. Storm? How are you feeling?" He questions, my eyes start to open slowly as I adjust to the bright hospital lighting.

"Where's Noah?" I question weakly. I start to take in my surroundings, I was in a hospital like suite, with machines surrounding me. I knew I was at Storm because of Dr. Winchester, who helped deliver me 19 years ago.

"You've suffered some internal bleeding and you've ripped a few stitches you obtained after labour, plus mild anaemia, you're very lucky to be here." Dr. Winchester explains, completely ignoring my question.

"Where's my son?" I question again, as I start to gain a little bit of energy. I try an sit up but my arms are restricted by what feels like handcuffs.

"Where am I? Am I at Storm? Where's Noah!" I start to question as I panic alittle bit more. Last thing I remember was Noah leaving with Kyle and Rose and then Sebastian and I fighting.

"Dr. Winchester please! I need to see my son" I beg as I yank at the handcuffs aggressively, but a wave of tired hits me.

"I'll call in your mother than we'll run some tests," Dr. Winchester replies. Tears start to fill my eyes and I suppress  a sob. My heart felt empty without Noah close to me. He steps away from my bedside and walks out the hospital bay door, closing it behind him.

Moments later my mother rushes into the room, with the doctor behind her.

"Alex!" She yells before she comes hurdling towards my bed. "Mum they took Noah and they won't let me see him," I sob as tears pour down my cheeks, she looks at me sympathetically and wipes them tenderly.

"I know, Sebastian is being very strict on who can see him, you've been here a week and I've only seen him twice," she replies softly.

"But he's my son!" I cry back, the entire situation was overwhelming, everything I had been running from came back and kicked me up the ass.

Noah hadn't seen me for a week?

"I need to do some tests, then I'll discharge you," Dr. Winchester interrupts. Mum rolls her eyes and steps away from the bed. As Dr. Winchester did the tests cried the entire time which tired me out and made me feel nauseous.

"Everything's perfect, just pain medication and iron tablets and you should be back to normal."

My mum walks towards the bed again, "I'll go speak to Sebastian, to see what I can do, your father and him run the Gang now so there isn't much I can do," she says before she walks out the door.

I couldn't believe I was back here, Sebastian knew what this place meant to me, yet he dragged me and my child here. It felt like an unavoidable prison sentence and some how, I'll always end up back here.

Even if Sebastian no longer cared about me, he should at-least care about his child.

What felt like hours later, Sebastian walks through the hospital door, holding a baby carrier in his right hand. And like lightening energy shoots through me and I sit up. He puts the carrier on a pink chair in the corner of the room and walks up to me silently. I couldn't see Noah fully, whoever I could see his little toes peaking out from his blanket. Tears fill my eyes again. Sebastian takes my wrist and uncuffs one of my hands, without making eye contact, he then walks back over to Noah, takes him out then walks over to me.

"My baby," I say softly as Sebastian hands me him gently, he fusses a little bit, then calmly falls asleep in my arms as I hold him closely.

"I'm so sorry, mummy never meant to leave you," I whisper to him. "I love you so much," just looking at him I felt like my heart would explode.
"So much"