*Creighton's pov*

My mind started to wake up but my eyes did not open. It was like they were trying to hide me from the reality that I would have to face when I awoke.

"Creighton, I am so sorry," a girls voice spoke. I instantly recognized it as Jessamine's. Where am I? Oh my god I died. My father killed me.

"I have so many things to tell you, and I have to say them now. I know you won't hear me but maybe that's for the best because I have an earful to say," she said and mentally I was thinking what the hell does she want to say?

Then I felt myself drifting off. I didn't hear a word of what she said.

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When I woke up again, my legs felt stiff and numb. It hurt to breathe. It felt like I had just ran a marathon and couldn't get air into my lungs. I slowly opened my eyes to see a nurse who was checking the clipboard at the bottom of my bed.

"Good, you're finally awake. You slept for quite awhile," she said. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and she was dressed in a typical nurse outfit. I looked around the room.

"I'll have the doctor come in to talk to you," she said and walked out.

I tried to think what happened and everything was a blur. My mind was blocking the memory.

"Good, you're awake. You sustained quite a bit of injuries. Would you like to tell us what happened?" A doctor walked in. My head snapped up as I glared at the man.

He looked to be in his forties and not tall. I would probably tower over him if I wasn't in this stupid bed.

I shook my head vigorously. I was not saying anything. I didn't want my father gone. He was the only adult that I had in my life. Even if he was a shitty adult, he was still my father.

"We know that someone did this to you. We just can't make any allegations unless you tell us," the doctor continued and I stared blankly at him.

I shook my head and he sighed.

"Creighton just please tell us. We can have the person arrested. They won't bother you anymore," he said, trying to convince me to tell him.

I thought about it for a second. But then I have no parents.

I shook my head again and the doctor sighed.

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know," the doctor said before walking out.

I let out a breath I had been holding. I knew it was my father but I couldn't remember what had happened.

Just then, Alex came running into my room.

"Thank god you're okay!" He yelled. He looked out of breath.

"Where did you come from?" I asked him and he smirked.

"I've been here for 2 days, waiting for you to wake up. The medicine they gave you for the pain knocked you out. So you're going to be staying with me when you're released from this place," Alex said.

Then it clicked. Now I remembered what happened. Why the hell did my father freak out about me leaving? Was he mad that he wouldn't be able to beat me senseless anymore? Or was there another reason?

"I don't have any of my stuff," I said to him.

"Don't worry. I got your stuff before I came to the hospital. No need to worry bro," he smiled. He was an amazing friend.

"Thank you," I said to him.

"How are you feeling?" Alex asked me.

"I don't feel anything but numbness. Oh and that it's hard for me to breathe right now," I told him. My dad probably kicked my ribs too hard again.

"Well at least you don't feel any of the injuries. The school is going to let you stay home, as long as I bring you your work home. So no gym!" He said and I smiled. He knew that I hated gym with a passion.

"I want out of here," I complained. I hated feeling confined.

"You have to stay here for a bit yet," Alex said and I groaned.

Just then I seen Abby walk into my room. She looked tired but when she seen me she smiled.

"Creighton!" She yelled and came rushing over to me. She hugged me gently. She acted as if I would break as soon as she touched me.

"You're okay," she said and I nodded. She smiled brightly at me.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you," she said and I shook my head.

"Abby, it isn't your fault. You don't need to be sorry," I told her and she smiled. I smiled back at her. She was so cute.

Then I remembered that Jessamine was in here before.

"Hey guys, why was Jessamine here?" I asked them and I seen Abby's face fall. That broke me a little, but the question was already asked. I couldn't just retract it.

"I'm not sure. I do know she called the police, so if it wasn't for her, you probably wouldn't even be alive right now," Alex said.

Jessamine basically saved me? Why? How did she know I was in trouble?

"I'm gonna go home. I haven't had any rest since you got here, so I'll come back tomorrow okay?" Alex said and I nodded.

"Thank you," I told him. He smiled back at me before leaving. It was just me and Abby now.

"Creighton are you okay?" She asked me and I nodded. I mean, at least I'm not dead.

"Creighton there is something that I have to tell you," she said and I stiffened. Is she going to leave me? She's an amazing friend, I don't know of any other person that I would want to be my friend. Other than Alex, of course.

"What is it?" I asked her. My voice cracked a little.

She mumbled something but I couldn't hear her.

"What was that?"

"I like you, more than just friends," she told me and her soft brown eyes looked fearful of my reaction.

She likes me? This gorgeous girl likes me?

"And I know you like Jessamine. But maybe we could, I don't know, talk and see if maybe we could be more than friends? I mean only if you want to," she said, shakily.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wanted to try to be with me?

What do I do? Do I try to get to know her and try to have a relationship with her. I looked into her brown eyes and I knew my answer.

"We can try. I'm not promising anything, but I would like to try it," I told her. She smiled warmly at me and hugged me like I was a china doll.

"Thank you so much. I know you probably won't want to date right away. I can tell you like Jessamine," she said, sadly.

I frowned. I wish I could get over Jessamine. She was always in my thoughts, and I don't think I want her there anymore. She ditched me for no reason. She's treated me like crap. I need to make some changes in my life.

"I'm sorry. But maybe the more I get to know you, the more I'll like you?" I said. I didn't want to say anything wrong right now.

She gave me a smile and continued to hug me. She smelled like strawberries and vanilla. The smell was intoxicating.

"So, Abby," I started, when she pulled away.

"Yes?" She said, suspiciously.

"Do you want to go to dinner one night? Or I could make something," I trailed off.

"You cook?" She asked me with skepticism. I nodded slowly and she smiled.

"I have got to see this. I would love if you cooked me dinner." She smirked at me, like it was a challenge.

"When I feel better, I will make you the best damn dinner," I smirked back at her. Game on.

"Right. Well Creighton, I have to go. My mom wanted me home before eight, so I'll come over to Alex's tomorrow," she told me and I nodded. She gave me one more soft hug before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Abby liked me. I couldn't believe it. She was probably what ever guy would want in a girl. She was sweet and caring and beautiful. I could never deny the fact that she looked amazing.

I did care for Abby. I can't ignore that feeling. If anyone would try to hurt her, I would try to hurt them. But would I ever like Abby the way I like Jessamine? Only time can tell I guess.

It's not like I have a chance with Jessamine but Abby is not my second choice. Maybe if I get to know her more, I'll like her more than I like Jessamine. I hope I do. Abby would be the girl I want.

But sadly we never pick who we like. With time though, I think I'd develop more feelings towards Abby.

I examined my body slowly and seen the bruises that covered my body. No wonder I was sore. My dad probably would have killed me.

I sighed. I wanted my relationship with my father to be normal. To be happy. To be a healthy relationship. Why couldn't I have that? Why couldn't I have a happy life with a loving family.

I never got a chance to be a normal child. My dad tried teaching me baseball once. I wasn't good and he refused to ever take me again. And yet it is my fault that I am bad at sports. He never wanted to spend time with me.

I know he never wanted me. It's easy to see it but he could at least act like a father and not my bully. That's all I would ever want. I wouldn't need much more than that. If I ever have a child, I will raise him right. Not how my father raised me.

I can't even imagine what people are going to say to me when I go back to school, after awhile. Maybe by then, they will forget that I exist and then treat me like an actual person. That's always a possibility right?

I laid my head back against my pillow. I had barely moved at all today, and I felt exhausted. My medicine was probably making me feel this way. Damn hospital. I wonder if they actually enjoy their job. I know I wouldn't enjoy working here.

I closed my eyes and just thought of a better life. When I graduated I planned on going to an art school. It was my passion. It was the only thing I'm good at. I can't imagine myself doing anything other than that.

I heard a faint knock and I slowly opened my eyes.

I seen a fairly tall woman standing in my door way. She was skinny and wore a lot of makeup to bring out her eyes. Her black hair stood out against her pale skin and I knew exactly who she was. Those eyes are the only memories I have before I was 6.

She looked ready to run. Her green eyes, that looked so much like mine, bore into mine.

"Hi," she said sheepishly.

"Mom?" I asked her and my heart pounded against my chest. My mother was here at the hospital to see me.

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