Bad Boy Love

Chapter 25: Bad News

Christian's P.O.V:
I knock on her door and here a "come in."
I walk in preparing myself for the worst.
"Christian," she yells.
OMG! She remembers me.
"Bella," I rush over to her bed and clasp her hand.
"I've never been more afraid in my life!" I tell her.
I lean over and kiss her lips. It feels so good to kiss her again.
"I'm sorry," I say leaning back into the chair.
"Why? Your my boyfriend that's what we're supposed to do," she says.
"You remember that we're dating?" I ask.
"No shit, of course I do dumbass," she laughs.
It's good to know she still has her sense of humour.
I gaze at Bella, she still looks like her old self except for a few bruises, scratches and of course her being in hospital.

Bella:
How am I gonna break the news to Christian that I have to move.
"Christian, I have something to tell you," I say nervously.
"What is is?" He asks.
I tell him that I heard everything that people would say to me when I was in the coma. I tell him that Taylor and Ben said we have to move after this incident.
"But you can't move!" He protests holding onto my hand, "you just can't,"
"I don't want to so I'm gonna tell them that I am not moving just because of this," I reply.
We sit there in silence before he breaks it.
"Can I let the others in. Ruby's had been dying to see you," he asks.
"Of course I need to see her, I'm gonna be a godmother and we are going to be godparents." I kiss our hands.

"Bella," Ruby jumps onto my bed.
"Ruby!" I hug her.
She lies in the bed with me and chat, we hardly notice when the guys come in.
"Hey Winton, Zach and Sam," I smile at them.
"Hi Bella," they all reply walking over to my bed and giving me a hug.
I am so happy to have all my friends with me.
But something's missing, Taylor and Ben.
Where are they?
A policeman knocks on my open door and enters.
"Miss O'Daylie," he says.
"Yes," I reply.
"I am Senior Sargent Ramsey, how are you?" He asks.
"I'm good thanks," I say.
"I am here to inform you that Timmy has been given bail and was working for the people who murdered your parents but..."
He takes a long breath.
"But during last night four people turned up to your house in Melbourne and I'm sorry but killed you Aunt Taylor and Uncle Ben. They have since been caught and sentenced to 15 years jail at the trial this morning. I am so sorry for your loss," he says and walks out.
I let the information sink in and burst out crying.
My Aunt Taylor and Uncle Ben dead.
"Hey it's okay," Christian says holding onto me.
"They're dead because of me," I cry.
"No they're not," he replies.
I leave it at that and just cry.

A few weeks after I received the news I was aloud to leave the hospital and go home.