The Abandoned Lovers

-13-

Chapter 13 - Serendipity

Most people would answer that they don't know what the word means when you ask if they believe in serendipity.

Here's a definition,

Serendipity: the occurrence and development of events of a happy or beneficial way.

Most would say that that sounds stupid, that it's just a fancy word for fate. If I would have to give my opinion, sure it's a fancy word for fate, but damn it is true that I believe in it.

Kingston stands in front of me, as the door opens he looks forward expectantly a phone in his hands with a smile on his face. That smile quickly fades though as he takes in my appearance. His blonde hair falls in front of his eyes as he furrows his eyebrows, his baby blue eyes covered in a layer of anger. His nose twitches.

And that's when I realize, the bruises are still there,

and I did not cover them up.

He looks at me and swallows, flustered as his breathing is heavy.

"Darling.... You lied." Is all he says before he bellows in through the door. I follow quickly behind him, his body protecting mine as my dad sees us. Or more so him.

The knife drops from his hand before he quickly picks it up again and gives me an evil glare. "Oh, son it's not what it looks like. My daughter just got hit in soccer that's it." He says before slithering closer to Kingston.

The knife stands in his hands, taunting me. The shine from the light behind me created a glare off of the top which seems to be pointed directly towards me.

"Summer doesn't play soccer." Kingston says before walking towards my dad with a calm face. He grabs his shoulders and my dad nervously laughs, knowing the man that towers over him could beat him easily.

"Summer, would you call the cops please?" He asks as he holds my dads shoulders. But As he does so my dad flinches at the thought of the cops, he looks between me and Kingston nervously before looking down at the knife.

Evil men do evil things. But before we could stop him, though it registered in our minds. His hands flies up and... stabs something below me.

I look down, looking for what he stabbed, but all I see is the knife sticking out of my stomach, Kingston  tackling my dad to the ground, and slowly leaning against the wall. "She deserves to die!!! Kill her Kingston!!! Kill her!!! You're fucking supposed-"

The door is still open, shining light in as Kingston  holds down my dad and calls an ambulance. For a reason I don't register my dad lies unconscious on the ground. But all I feel is the blood pouring out of me as Kingston quickly drops to my side.

"Okay, Darling, look at me." He says and his eyes are filled with pain, but he gives me a small smile. "Dont take this out okay." He says as he pulls me into his lap, my head resting here as he brushes my hair soothingly.

Tears that I won't let out sting my eyes, pain shouts through my stomach as I look at Kingston. I will not cry in front of Kingston Brag. Knife in my body and all.

He brings me closer to him so I'm resting in his arms, his scent of fresh vanilla and sandalwood engulfs me, making me somewhat happy. My eyes slowly start to close, tiredness seeping through me.

"It all makes sense now," He mumbles more to himself, looking in my eyes. He looks down at my wound as the sound of distant sirens sounds through my ears.

Kingston stares deep into my eyes.

"I know the basics of what you need to do. You cant fall asleep, if you have forgotten you have been stabbed." He says sarcastically and my eyes snap open, as if I forgot. But really I just realized, it's all over. Years of abuse and I'm free.

I look deeply at him, closing my eyes again after I know what to say. "You're the only jerk who would be sarcastic in a situation like this." I mumble out, snuggling my head into him, pain surging through me as my blood pours out.

Kingston kisses my forehead, leaning my body on his, "It is okay Darling, I got you." He says and slowly my eyes close. Everything passing by me quickly. Feelings, sounds, lights.

Though I pick up a few words, "hospital... home?...mother...

"Try."

lights passing by in quick flames of color, red streaks with purple flowing by them, yellow and green lighting up the sky like stars.

But it all blurs away as I fall into a deep sleep.

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Slowly my eyes flutter open, white lining the room completely, light blues and metals are over in a corner. Bed sheets are smooth and a tv sits in front of me. Though the entire image is blurry as I'm getting used to light.

I try to move look around, get up from this place I don't know. But pain flares through me from a place in my stomach I didn't even know existed.

As if it snapped me out of it, the images clear and I look around, only willing to move my head. I see a figure in the corner, curled up into a ball with a blanket while looking out into the world.

The straight blonde hair I'd recognize anywhere shows from the back of his head. Earbuds show on his ears as he turns over, humming something I can't get the grip of.

But soon he sees me staring and jumps up with a smile on his face. His smile... I've never seen it before. He usually looks at me with a glare. His teeth are a pearly white, lighting up the already bright room.

"You're... you're smiling." I say shyly, but happily. He moves closer to me, I shiver from the cold of the winter. He leans down and grabs a bottle of water before handing it to me.

"Yes, yes I am." He breathes out, staring at me as I chug down the water I didn't know I needed. As I finish it and put it in the garbage to my side before looking back at Kingston.

"Probably because you are checking me out." He says, smirking at me and signaling to his body. "Okay lets not do that." I say pushing his hands down and he chuckles, making me laugh a little bit. Pain surges through me but I don't show it.

He smiles at me, staring into my eyes. "Well look whose checking who out now?" I say and he plays it cool. "Still you." He says smugly as he leans in closer to the bed.

"Well... That's no fun." I say looking at my lap like a toddler who just got in trouble. "You look like a toddler who got in trouble, Darling. I'm sorry but you gotta admit it, lying isn't nice!" He says and I smile a bit and grab his hands

"I was just thinking that!" I say and he chuckles a bit, "that you're a liar?" He asks and I furrow my eyebrows.

"I-in no way shape or form-can talk to you ever again." I say sarcastically giving him a little smile as I lean back on the bed.

"Well you have to talk to somebody, because they were hoping that you would tell them what happened." He says and I look down at my hands, wringing them.

"I couldn't tell anybody in my life what was happening, how would I tell somebody I don't even know?" I say quietly, not even looking at him. He probably didn't even care.

He stands up, coming closer to me as I wring my hands. Slowly he stands by my side and grabs one of my hands before scooting a chair closer to me.

He puts my hand to his lips and looks at me. "Nobody else understands what your going through Summer, I don't expect you to want them to. Just get better okay, I'll be here." He says before kissing my hands.

I smile at him, he and so many others might not under stand but I feel like he's the person who would understand the most.

But then it hits me.

My dad is gone, and I'm alone.