DAISY

If there was a word to describe having no feelings but so many feelings all at once, it would be the word that I could use to explain just how I felt. My body felt so numb, but my mind so active and alive. My eyes would have shot open in shock and I would have drastically got up from my lying position on what felt like a pillow. One of the softest pillows ever. I was smiling in my head. I was in a meadow of flowers, between the crack of a mountain that separated two oceans. Two completely different oceans that would have never worked out it it converged. But the mass of rock sunk and the two oceans met, forming one and becoming so much better and stronger together.

Suddenly, I was standing on top of a building. I was watching the cars zoom past one another as I tried to reach the intended destination in the shortest period of time. It felt so good, to be standing in a beautiful meadow of daisy's and watching the city all at once, like a guardian angel.

It was what they called a dream.

Reality crashed upon me like a tsunami. The kidnapping, the silent room, the fights, and the gunshot. My mind ordered me to feel for what must be the gunshot wound, but my body was unable to comply. I forced myself to move, but I couldn't. I was stuck, lying on a bed with my arms besides me. I suddenly began hearing a noise, the beeping from a heart monitor machine. It was only then I realized that my heart rate had sped up. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

I tried to relax, picturing myself back into the meadow of flowers. When I saw the daisy's littering the lime grass, I relaxed. The heart monitor gradually stopped making a noise.

"Hey," a soft voice said. "You're okay."

It was hard to open my eyes, and I struggled to push my eyelids open. My success was seen when my eyes fluttered open and I stared straight into a white ceiling. I blinked slowly, wondering why I was seeing white. This must be heaven. The gunshot must have killed me.

"Daisy, you're waking up." The voice said again. "Come on, Angel. You can do it."

Only one person called me Angel, and I grew so excited to him that my eyes shot open and I groaned, trying to move my body. I shifted and slowly, with the help of my elbows I lifted myself up. Hands immediately pulled me back down onto the bed.

"You have to lay down, baby. The doctor is going the be mad at you."

I was confused for a moment of time, when reality came crashing to me once again. I imagined myself being in that dark grey room again, with nothing to drink. I remembered the pain I felt all over my back and face. The sudden thought of being smashed into a glass table brought me straight back into reality and I shot up from the bed, causing a stinging pain in my lower stomach. I felt pressure pulling me back, like pins in my skin. Only it was needles, connected to thin little transparent pipes that were connected to machines. The same warm hands of before pulled me back down immediately.

"Hey," the voice said softly. "You're okay. You're fine. No one is going to hurt you anymore."

"Jason?" I croaked out. "Jason." I said again. "P-Please don't hurt him."

Panick surged to my chest before I felt arms wrap around my waist, pulling my head into a warm shoulder. Tears sprung to my eyes and I sniffled, crying quietly into the warm shoulder.

"I'm here, Daisy. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere ever again."

My arms moved on their own to weakly wrap around him.

"Shh." He whispered soothingly, his hand massaging my back up and down gently The worry, panic and pain seemed to subside. My tensed body relaxed into his. He was here. He was okay. I was finally back in his arms. I had a hard time exactly remembering how we got here, but we were here and that was all that mattered.

I forced myself away from him to look into his eyes. I had to see him again, to see his perfect features and forest green eyes.

"W-What happened?" I asked weakly.

His eyes shined in pain as he said his next words. "Axel shot you. It wasn't precise enough to damage anything valuable, but your life. . ."

I gulped deeply, my throat feeling absolutely dry.

"I watched you crying and in pain. I watched how the life almost left your eyes. You were thrashing around and crying before they could remove the bullet, before they had to knock you out with some drug. I watched you in pain and it fucking killed me. They had to surgically remove microscopical shards of glass from your back. They had to kill the germs that was in your blood, making your immune system weak. There was bruises all over your face. And I'm to blame. It's all my fucking fault. It's my fault, Daisy."

I couldn't tell what I was seeing in that moment. He looked like he was deeply grieving and his eyes were hurt, with regret shining brightly in them. I had no idea what to feel. I was still so confused about everything.

"It's not-"

"Please don't say it." He kissed my forehead deeply, his hand cupping the back of my head. "Please don't say that it's not my fault, because we all know that it is. I left you. I left you when you were vulnerable and hurt. I will never forgive myself for that. Never."

"Jason. . . it's not all your fault."

"Do you have any idea how it felt to see you like that? I wanted to kill someone. Anyone. Too bad Ace had already shot Axel to death. I wanted to be so goddamn mad at him for taking away what was mine. Axel was mine to fucking kill. To torture. I wanted to hurt him for hurting you. But now I don't have that chance. So I took out all of my anger on the rest of his gang. Let's just say, the Black Saints are ancient history." He chuckled darkly. "I won't stop there. Every person that Axel has ever known and loved, is going to suffer so badly by my hand."

"Jason," I whispered, my heart racing. I hated to see him this way. So hurt and angry, and planning on doing things he will regret later on. "You have to stop. I'm okay now."

"You have no idea how much pain you were in." He hissed. "You were unconscious and your heart kept skipping beats. You kept getting breakdowns in your unconscious state. It was horrible to watch. I thought you were going to leave me. I wanted to kill myself."

"Jason, no." More tears sprang go my eyes. "I don't want you to feel this way. So angry, with so much hatred in your heart. Please, I'm okay now."

"But you weren't okay, Daisy!" I flinched away from him.

"I-I don't like when you're like this."

His eyes softened immediately. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. Even while you're sick and in the hospital, I still managed to act like a jackass." He sighed deeply and leaned over me, his hand resting on the bed over my laying position.

"My jackass." I giggled, reaching out to brush a strand of dark hair out of his face.

"You have no idea how good it is to see you awake again, laughing with me. I've fucking missed you so much over the week you were unconscious."

I suddenly froze. "A week?"

"I know, I'm sorry. The doctor said not to tell you right now because it might stress you out. You don't have to worry, Sweetheart."

"Jason, our final exams." I started breathing heavily.

"It's starting in like five days. I have so much work that I didn't study for. Loads and loads of work. Jason, you had to wake me-"

"Relax," he cooed softly, bringing his lips down to kiss my jaw. I shivered at feeling his lips on my skin after so long. I needed his touch more than I realised. "Relax, Angel. I deferred your exams for May. You will only write then."

I relaxed a bit, closing my eyes gently. I only uttered a few words but I already felt exhausted. If I wrote my first year final exams in May, I would have missed an entire year of studying. The thought of that caused more tears to my eyes. I would have to wait a year longer to be able to graduate and get a stable job. I can't rely on Jason forever.

"Hey, it's okay. I know what you are thinking. But please, don't worry. You will put stress on your body and it will take long for you to recover. I'll be here, Daisy. I'll be here and by your side till you are able to walk properly again. I don't care how long it takes, I'm not leaving your side." He promised in determination.

I smiled softly and used my hand to stroke his cheek, which only then I noticed the old and healing bruises on his face and a few fresh one's as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, massaging the bruises gently. His eyes closed softly as he exhaled.

"I'm fine. A bit wrecked given your pshycial state, but I'll be fine." He answered.

"Why are there fresh bruises on your face?"

"I had to take care of some things while you were asleep."

"Jason. . ."

"I'm okay now, Sweetheart. And you're okay too. No one will ever hurt you ever again. As long as I'm alive." He promised, taking my hand and kissing it softly. "I love you."

"I love you too." I mumbled with a smile, feeling droopy all of a sudden.

"There are people waiting outside to visit you, and the doctor is probably getting impatient with me too right now." He mentioned, his eyes sparkling in amusement. I loved to see him happy, it was like drinking a fresh cup of water for the first time in weeks.

"Jason. . . did you. . .?"

"Force everyone to remain outside while I got to talk to you first when you woke up? Yes, I did." He chuckled causing me to giggle. "It was super hard to convince the doctor, and I'm pretty sure he is already fed up with me and all tantrums I've been throwing for a week now already."

"Jason! Were you giving the hospital staff a hard time?" I laughed.

"Uhm, in my defense I paid a damn lot of money for this place." He held his hands up in defense. "I have rights to make demands."

"Wait," for the first time I let my eyes scan the hospital room. It was too beautiful to be a hospital room, with pale pink walls, a darker shade of pink pattern on the wall, a huge window that, from my lying position, showed the light blue sky and clouds, and there was a huge TV above my bed. This was definitely a private facility. "Did you seriously have to pay for a place like this?"

"I wanted everything to be perfect for when you woke up. I let them arrange this pink room for you because it's your favourite colour and I thought that if you woke up and saw pink walls it would calm you down, and you wouldn't feel so under pressure. They recommended the view as well. We are on a pretty high floor, so that you won't be able to hear the traffic and sounds of the city. There's a also a green house pretty close to this room, so when you can get up again we can go sit in there." He said sheepishly.

Oh my god, he was incredibly sweet! Was it possible for me to love him even more?

"I have no words, except for thank you and I love you so much." I gushed.

"I would do anything for you." He winked, before placing a lingering kiss on my lips. "Do you wanna rest some more or should I call your friends in?" He asked.

"My friends? They're here?" I asked in excitement.

"Yeah, I know I said that they are a bunch pussies and that I didn't like them but they were so worried about you, and visited almost every day. I kind of like them now." He shrugged.

"Kind of?" I smiled.

"Okay fine, maybe Penny is sweet and Jaxon and Grayson are cool, Micheal is not that much of a dick anymore, but Mavis, she's an annoying bitch. I can't stand her." He grimaced. "She's hated me and judged me for long now."

"I know it irks me when she speaks badly about you as well but I promise that I'll speak to her about that. For now, she's one of my best friends so you're gonna have to live with it." I smiled sheepishly.

"I figured you'd say that." He sighed. "So what's it gonna be, more rest or visitors?"

"I wanna see them." I decided. It's been a week since the kidnapping. My friends must have been worried, and I felt bad for letting them stress over me when they had upcoming exams.

"Okay, but only for ten minutes then I want you to get some more rest. Does anything hurt? Do you feel better?" He asked.

"I'm okay, Jason. Nothing hurts." I assured.

"Good." He mumbled, kissing my lips softly before he stood up.

"I'm gonna call them in, okay?"

I nodded, feeling giddy to see my friends. I missed them suddenly. I lied stiffly on the bed with my arms besides me, looking around at the machines and bags connecting to my body. There was what looked to be a glucose bag, which was probably my main source of food for a week now. My throat still felt dry but my stomach not so empty anymore.

I reached a hand up to touch my face, to feel that it was slightly still bruised, but it must be healed by now. I must have resembled a troll while talking to Jason. Oh gosh, I was in desperate need of a shower. I was staring at he ceiling when the door bursted open and in came piling my friends. I smiled softly at the worried looks on their faces. They were probably giving the doctors a hard time, given that usually only two people could go into the room at once.

"Daisy, oh god," Penny and Mavis rushed forward towards the hospital bed with gift bags in their hands. They dropped the bags and I felt Penny engulfed me in a hug first. I chuckled and placed a hand on her back. She smelled like she always did, and it relaxed me. "I missed you so much! We were so worried." she placed a kiss on my head and let Mavis give me a hug afterwards.

"Daisy." Mavis sighed, wrapping me up in a hug.

"I'm okay now, and I missed you guys too." I said genuinely, trying my best to lift myself up and hug them back, but the tubes and needles in my arms were holding me back.

"Be gentle with her." Jason said harshly. "As you can see she's still healing."

"Jason, it's okay." I assured.

I noticed Mavis hold in the urge to roll her eyes when she moved away. She sat on the bed besides me. I looked towards Jaxon and Grayson next.

"You guys aren't gonna hug me?" I asked playfully.

"It's so great to see you, Daisy. But. . ." Grayson looked warily towards Jason. "We're not allowed to hug you."

"I wasn't joking about that." Jason grumbled.

"Jason," I laughed. "It's okay they're my friends."

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief, before slowly his tensed shoulders relaxed. "Okay. Fine."

I smiled gratefully and held out my arms to them. Jaxon hugged me first, sighing in relief afterwards. I then hugged my other best friend. I needed all the comfort I could get, and something about the fact that I was locked in a room for almost three days without anyone I knew, it became a relief to see familiar faces. To see the people that I cared about most.

"How are you feeling?" Jaxon asked. "I bought you Nutella and Gummi bears." he held up the jar and packet and I laughed.

"Thanks, Jax." I smiled in appreciation.

"I still don't understand how any of this happened, but the doctor said that you shouldn't talk about it, so when you're better, you'll tell us right?" Penny asked.

"Of course." I agreed. "Where's Micheal? He visited me, right?"

"Every day since you got checked in. He has sat by your side, both he and Jason which was weird since they hate eachother."

I chuckled, taking in Jason rolling his eyes. He was leaning against the wall and watching our interactions, looking as fine as ever. As much as I missed my friends, I wanted to be alone with him for some more time.

"Where is he now though?" I asked curiously.

"Getting you a surprise. You are gonna be so happy when you see this, Daisy." Mavis smirked.

"A surprise? What is it?" I laughed.

"You'll see."

I paid full focus on my friends, and we chatted until it was time for them to go. They still had finals coming up and upon all the days visiting me, they needed all the time they could get to prepare for our finals. They bought me gifts, consisting of chocolates, flowers, notepads, artbooks and pencils to use when I got bored. I thanked them, feeling so lucky to have so many amazing people in my life.

I was feeling tired from all the talking when my friends left, and Jason sat down besides me once again.

"Alexis and Ace are worried about you, what should I tell them?" He asked, his hand gently grazing over my hair.

"Tell them that I feel fine." I yawned again.

"Okay, get some more rest, Angel." he said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. I lifted my head up to meet his lips and smiled tiredly.

"Sleep tight, babe. I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered, my eyes slowly closing on its own accord.

I heard Jason leave the room and wondered where he was going, but I slowly fell asleep before I could think too much about it.

*

"Where's Jason?" This was my first question as soon as Alexis settled down on the the bed besides me. Ace was here too, sitting on the chair besides the bed that they said Jason slept in while I was asleep for the long week. I can't believe I was out for so long, but apparently the pain and shock of being shot had severe effects on my body.

"He went to the store." She answered.

"Oh." I mumbled.

"Thanks for shooting that lunatic, Ace." I smiled in his direction.

The bed I was lying in was now elevated, causing me to lie in a sitting position, my arms resting over the blankets that were bunched over me.

"It was my pleasure. Although Jason did threaten to beat me up for taking his kill. He eventually calmed down realizing that I saved his damn ass."

I giggled. It was typical Jason.

"I'm curious, how did you guys find me?"

"With the help of my dad and Lucien it was slightly easier to track Axel's location, given that we had nothing and nowhere to even start looking. You could have been anywhere in the state at that point."

"Wait, Lucien helped?" I asked, my jaw hanging open in shock.

"Yeah, Jason was desperate enough to ask him for help. He agreed almost instantly."

Wow, I thought Lucien hated me.

"That's so surprising, why would he help?"

"He and Jason are on somewhat. . . neutral terms. And Jason blamed him for what happened. He said that if Lucien hadn't outed your secret like that none of this would have happened."

"It wasn't Lucien's fault though. It was all mine, I shouldn't have been keeping secrets in the first place." I said sadly, looking down at my lap.

"Brighten up, love. It's all over now. You're okay, Jason is okay and Axel's gang went to shit. It's over." Alexis assured me.

"You're right." I nodded. "I wonder what's taking Jason so long."

Just as I said this, Doctor Matthew's who I had met for only a minute walked inside with Jason trailing behind him. I brightened up at the sight of Jason, but frowned when I took in his expression. He looked absolutely lost and confused. What was wrong?

"Good evening, you must be Daisy's friends?" Dr Mathews said.

"What up, Doc?" Alexis saluted in his direction.

"As much as I'd like to stay and chat with you two, I need to talk to Daisy and Jason alone."

Alexis shrugged and hopped of the side of the bed. She kissed my cheek before walking towards the exit.

"See you, Daisy."

I waved at her.

"Bye, pretty girl." Ace smiled, giving me a squeeze on the arm before following suit after Alexis.

"Bye." I said, watching as the door shut after them.

I grew nervous when I looked at the doctor.

"I have some news which Jason said you aren't aware of. I don't know if I can classify this as good or bad news, given that you're just two days away from eighteen."

I had completely forgotten that my birthday was soon.

"But after doing x-rays when taking out the bullet, it has come to us that there is a growing embryo in you, on the verge of becoming a foetus."

I held my breath in surprise.

"We had no idea you were pregnant, otherwise we would not have done any X-ray analysis. Luckily it didn't harm the embryo. The bump in your stomach isn't visible yet, but you are just short from five weeks pregnant, Daisy. Were you aware of this?"

I shook my head in surprise, my lips parting as breath left through my mouth, the room suddenly becoming so much hotter.

"I suspected as much. You are incredibly lucky that the bullet just grazed your amniotic membrane, not precise enough to do any damage to the embryo. If the bullet was shot just a centimeter more to your right, it would have tore through your amniotic membrane and caused the death of your growing baby, and possibly of you as well due to aftershock of the body."

"That's enough." Jason said harshly. "Stop telling her what could have happened and just get damn on with it. Can't you see that you're stressing her out?"

"I'm sorry but we have to inform the patient about everything. She is healing and reaching recovery very quickly though."

"I don't give a shit about your policies and crap-"

"Jason," I said softly, my voice breaking. "It's okay."

He walked towards where I was laying and sat beside me, resting a hand on my leg. I can both feel and see him breathing heavily, and I didn't want to know what was going through his mind. He said so many times that he didn't want kids. I wanted to cry.

"As I was saying, you are very lucky to have a still perfectly growing embryo. There will be some physical strain on your lower stomach because it seems, by your bruises, that you were hit directly in the stomach-"

"What?" Jason growled.

"The amniotic fluid has shifted and caused strain in the pressure regulation of the embryo. But since you are nearly recovered, it all seems to be back to normal. A miracle has happened, as your baby was not supposed to still be alive given everthing. I might even discharge you in three days. You will walk slightly with a limp given the bullet injury, but other than that if you change bandages everyday, drink lots of water and eat healthy you will be in perfect condition to live your life normally again in roughly three weeks."

I nodded at the given information. I was still in shock by the fact that there was a baby growing inside of me, but to be completely honest I had expected it. By the nausea, the cravings, missing my period and constantly throwing up warned me that it wasn't anything normal.

"Are you the father of her upcoming child?" Dr Mathew's asked nonchalantly.

"What's that supposed to mean? Of course I am." Jason said in annoyance.

"Alright then. I hope you are feeling better now, Daisy. You were actually lucky to be unconscience in the worst stages of pain."

"Thanks, Doc." I smiled weakly.

"You're welcome, I will see you soon. And you." He looked at Jason cautiously before quietly leaving the room.

The room was engulfed in silence, with me staring down at my hands and Jason looking at the ground. I was so confused and I had no idea how to feel. I was definitely going to keep the baby, but how would I cope? I was turning eighteen years old in two days and I was studying to be able to get a good job one day. How could I handle a child? I had no parents to help me either. I sucked in a sharp breath, realization only hitting me now.

I felt suffocated in the room.

"Jason," I called out weakly, resting my head back against the bed and closing my eyes tightly.

I felt the bed shift and Jason move closer towards me. I felt his hand cup my face gently before he pried my eyes open.

"Don't panic, Sweetheart. Everything is gonna be fine. I'll make sure of that." He promised, his voice soothing.

"I can't be pregnant." I whispered, tears suddenly stinging my eyes. "I'm not ready. I'm only eighteen."

"I know, baby." His voice sounded pained, and when I looked into his eyes I saw all different kinds of emotions. "I know. But I'm going to be here through every step of the way. I can promise you that."

"I'm so scared." A single tear slid down my cheek.

He kissed me softly on the cheek, wiping away my tears.

"Please don't be afraid. I don't want you to feel that way."

"I'm sorry, it's just so hurtful to know that something could have happened to our baby." I used my hand to gently play with his hair.

"Our baby." He mumbled. "It sounds so much better coming from your lips."

I smiled softly.

"We're gonna get through this, I can promise you that." He assured. "I'm not letting you out of my sight for the next ten years."

I giggled dispite how I was feeling.

"We're gonna be together for so long?" I asked playfully.

"I hope so. I hope that nothing ever pulls us apart."

I nodded in agreement. It was dark outside and time to sleep, so I shifted over the large enough bed for Jason to lie besides me. The IV and needles had been taken out of me and I wasn't restricted to the bed anymore. I felt relieved for that. Jason lied down comfortable next to me. I turned towards him and wrapped an arm around his torso, before resting my head on his chest. I relaxed and relished in the heat and comfort of his body.

We stayed silent, with him softly stroking his hand over my head. I was so sleepy in the relaxation of his arms, when his voice broke me from my sleep state,

"I won't be ungrateful for the gender of our baby, but I would love to have a Daisy junior."

I chuckled sleepily.

"And I would love to have a baby boy, a Jason junior."

"What would we name them?" He wondered.

"What was your mother's name?" I asked.

"Delilah."

She had a beautiful name.

"If it were a girl, we would name her Delilah." I then said.

I pictured a smile on his face which caused a smile of my own to form on my lips.

"And what was your father's name?" He asked.

"Elijah."

"Than that's what we would name our baby if it were a boy."

I smiled, snuggling further into his warm chest.

I fell asleep to the soothing feeling of my body wrapped up in his.

*

The next day I was able to stand. Jason was by my side and helping me walk. I felt a dull ache shoot up in my stomach and fell into him immediately.

"Daisy," he sighed. "I told you to take it slow, your bruises and bullet wound are still healing."

"I'm sorry, I just hate lying here and feeling so useless." I sighed, as Jason led me back towards the bed. I sat down at the edge with my legs dangling in the air.

It was the next morning, and the doctor had just told me that my progress wasn't going as fast as he hoped. I would only be discharged in five days, if I wanted to be able to walk properly without a being stuck in a wheelchair. Given the awkward position of the bullet wound, it effected both my stretching of my middle body and my walking.

Jason sat besides me and lightly slung an arm over my shoulder. I shifted closer to him and rested my head against his shoulder. He had been sleeping here and only going home to shower since the events that took place. I forced him to go get some proper rest but he insisted on staying.

"What are we gonna do?" He suddenly asked, his voice lowered.

"About?"

"The baby."

"We'll do what almost every other parent out there does, we will raise him or her as best as we can and try to be there for them as much as we can." I answered bravely. It honestly all dawned to me now, the complications of having a baby at such a young age, but I didn't want to think too much about it. It would only give me a headache. I could think about it when I was really healed.

"What about college? And the job that you have? When the baby is born, you will have no time for any of that. And me, I'm the leader of one of the biggest running gangs in the state. I have this cruel status to uphold. I have so much enemies as well. I will have zero time to raise a kid plus college. What will happen if the baby gets older and notice weird things around the house like forgotten drugs or a damn gun? How will we explain the blood in the sink and the bruises on my face whenever I get into a fight?"

"I don't know, Jason." I mumbled. "Let's not think about the future and try to compromise when it comes."

"Do I have to. . . give up the gang?" He asked quietly. "It's been my whole life since I could remember. I don't know if I could survive without it. Who am I if I'm not Jason Black, the gang leader."

"Don't say that. You are everything already. That does not define you in anyway, as much as society let you think otherwise. You can be anyone you wish to be, I can promise you that. And I would never ask you to give up the gang, I won't do that. It might be extremely risky, but you're right you were raised with that lifestyle. I will never have the heart to tell you to give it up."

I felt him softly kiss my head.

"And this is why I fucking love you, you're so considerate and sweet. But still, I've been considering handing the gang over to Ace now for a while. With my dad's permission of course."

I looked up at him in surprise. "You were?"

"Yeah, I was pretty much fucked up before I met you. I had no sense of morality in the past, I used to hurt people and do things that led to pretty bad endings. I was. . . cold and cut off. But when you came, I don't know what it was about you, but you changed me so drastically."

"It's called love." I smiled giddily.

"You're right. I've been thinking of leaving my gang life in the past the moment I realized that I loved you, and that I wouldn't let anyone in the world hurt you, especially not me. And not anyone related to my gang life. It would be my fault and it would kill me. But my enemies hurt you indeed, and I feel like that was my final straw in realizing what I have to do."

I held my breath in.

"I'm going to leave the gang, Daisy."

I let out a relieved breath, a breath I was holding in since I met him.

After Jason's confession, I've been smiling like a moron. If it took Axel's kidnapping to make him realize that the gang wasn't good for him, than a twisted little part of me was glad that it happened, because everything happened for a reason. And this reason was just beyond amazing.

He said it took a while for his father to lose all his enemies when he left the gang life, but it was worth it in the end and his family wasn't targetted anymore. I had half the mind to convince him not to hand all of it over to Ace, because he was my friend as well and I wouldn't want that burden on him, but apparently Ace had wanted it for so long now.

It was nearing the afternoon and after I'd convinced Jason to go get some rest at home, he finally agreed. I was sitting on my bed and frowning at the new iPhone he bought me. I so badly wanted to tell him that I couldn't accept it but he promised me that it was okay. Given my very old, out graded Samsung of before, it was hard to understand how it worked. I ended up leaving it on the side table till someone with brains could help me use it.

I yawned and rested back on my bed, when a nurse suddenly stuck her head in by the door.

"You have two visitors. Would you like them to come in?" She asked.

"Uh, sure." I agreed, confused as who it would be. My friends told me they were doing a study group thing and Jason was at the apartment. It must be Ace and Alexis.

I waited expectantly and a smile raised to my face when I saw Micheal. It must be him and his big surprise. I've waited for two days for him to come and visit me, and he finally came. I was about to greet him when another presence walked in the room behind him.

It was a girl who looked awfully familiar. She had brown hair like mine that was shoulder length, bright green eyes and tanned skin. I squinted my eyes when they shut the door, confused. When realization hit me, I gasped loudly.

"Sara?" I asked.

She smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up.

"Daisy!" She exclaimed, rushing forword to throw her arms around my neck. My eyes went wide as I realized that my sister was actually here, and I hugged her back immediately. I wanted to cry, and Micheal smiled knowingly.

Both my siblings were with me in one room.

I wanted to sob my eyes out in happiness.

Everything was becoming so good after the horrible event that took place. After so long, I had my family again.

"Oh my god, Sara." A somewhat sigh of relief left my lips. When she pulled away I began analyzing her from every inch. "Please tell me that you're real and I'm not dreaming." I said hopefully.

"You're not dreaming." She laughed. "God, it's so good to see you."

She was ten years old the last time I saw her, and I was eleven. It was so weird, it was as if I was talking to a stranger although we grew up in the same house, with the same parents, and we shared blood. It's been too long.

"And it's good to see you! I'm so sorry that I couldn't find time to visit you." I apologized in guilt.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, Daisy. We were just living two separate lives and it was hard to think about the past. I was relieved when Micheal told me that you're studying at his college."

"Me as well." I sighed.

"Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Micheal filled me on about everything that had happened. About the kidnapping, someone shooting you," her eyes were wide when she said this. "You have to break up with that gangster you're dating immediately. It's not safe." She looked worried.

"Ooh, bad choice of words." Micheal winced, before chuckling afterwards.

"I'm completely okay now, Sara. I promise. And I'm completely in love with my boyfriend. I won't leave him." I told her truthfully.

"Love? Oh my god, Michael made it seem like it was just some meaningless fling. I'm so sorry if I offended you." She said sheepishly.

I laughed, she was just like me.

"No worries, Micheal never did approve of us." I sent him a playful glare.

"Please, tell me everything. How you met and don't miss a single detail! I will tell you everything about my life as well."

I was so excited, my heart literally skipping beats. We began talking, and I told her everything from the beginning. She told me that she had adoptive parents and I couldn't be more happier for her. She was also married since a young age, but it was totally by choice as she had found her soul mate through the foster care system. I was more than happy to meet him soon.

We exchanged numbers and she left afterwards, promising me that she was staying in town for a bit and that she would visit me again. I was sad that she lived in Chicago, so far from New York. Luckily Jason's family lived in Chicago as well. If we visited the one, we could visit the other at the same time.

I bid farewell to Micheal after he made enquiries about everything that happened. I told him everything as truthfully as I could, but left out the pregnant part. I was still trying to wrap my head around it, so it would be a story for another day.

*

"I missed you, babygirl."

This was the first thing Jason said when he returned the night from the apartment. I smiled and reached up from the bed to kiss him. He had other plans, as he lifted me up easily off of the bed and made space for him to lie next to me. I snuggled up into him.

"Do you like the phone I got you? I can always get a better one if you would like."

"I absolutely love it. Thank you so much."

"Anything for you."

"I. . . I met my sister today for the first time in years."

"Seriously?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah, Micheal brought her over from Chicago, and she will be staying around for a bit. I would love for you to meet her. Kill her expectations of this brooding bad boy and show her that you are a big softie instead."

He let out a small laugh. "Oh please, I'm only a big softie when it comes to you. Everyone else recieves the harsh treatment."

I giggled.

"And given all that, you're still my bad boy, right? The one that I first met at the club a year and a few months ago?" I looked up af him with a teasing grin.

"Exactly. And you're my little good girl."

I giggled and pressed myself further into his comforting body. An alarming thought suddenly occured to me.

"Axel told me that you used to traffick girls in the past." I blurted. "Please tell me that it's not true."

"Why the fuck would he say something like that? I might have been harsh and cruel before, but I would never rip away the lives of innocent girls. He's fucking sick. Don't believe anything that he told you." He said in annoyance.

"So you didn't?"

"No, Daisy. Of course not. Why would you even think that?"

I released a relieved breath. "I'm so sorry, it was just hard to know what and what not to believe that came out of that psycho's mouth."

"I get it. I can also understand why he was behaving worst than he did in the past. Like a complete maniac."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Last year, I. . . I'm not proud of this at all and I feel completely bad and guilty for my actions. But before I knew Axel, I used to fool around with his younger sister. She was sixteen while I was twenty. Again, not my finest moments. I introduced her to my world of utter shit and chaos, and I gave her these really strong drugs called Black Boa for free. She became so hooked onto it, and I tried warning her that too much was bad, but through my connection she was able to get access into getting more drugs. Last year in December she overdosed and her death was immediate."

I gasped in horror. "That's horrible." I whispered.

"I know, Sweetheart. I will never forget what I've done. And despite everything that Axel had done, I still felt sorry for him. She was the only family he had left and I caused her to overdose. I gave her access to those drugs." He said in shame.

"I know it sounds like the super cliche response to say this, but it wasn't your fault."

"Daisy. . ." he sighed.

"It's true it wasn't your fault. You might have been a bad influence but it was her choice. You never made her decisions for her or told her to overdose. It sounds cruel saying that given she was so young and probably feeling pressurized, but it's true it wasn't your fault."

"Thanks, babe." He kissed my forehead. "Axel obviously didn't see it that way."

"He was hurt and a bit demented. That explains it."

"Well he's gone now. And I will never let anyone hurt you. Understand?"

I nodded and snuggled further into him.

Long silence passed with us lying, and me tracing patterns over his chest. His hand caught mine suddenly and he began playing with it.

"I never thanked you for saving me." he murmured. "You took a bullet for me without hesitation, without knowing if it would kill you. I wanted to be so angry at you, but I was incabable of it. You're just so amazing, and still, I don't know what made you fall in love with me."

"You don't have to thank me for anything. I would do it again. And I think you know exactly why I'm in love with you. But mainly, because despite this bad boy status you uphold, you're still the best man that I know."

He let out a breath. "You're amazing."

"And you're incredible."

"Can I remind you that I love you?" He asked.

"Anytime."

*

JASON

It was the last night that Daisy would sleep in the hospital, and I had slept by her side every night ever since she'd woken up. I left an hour ago to get her dinner that didn't come from the hospital cafeteria, but when I got back she was sound asleep.

I smiled and placed the takeout bag on the table besides her bed, before taking a seat besides her sleeping body. I placed a hand on her waist and watched as she lightly breathed.

Her face seemed so peaceful, her chestnut brown hair framing her beautiful face gently.

"Hey, baby." I knew she couldn't hear me, but I needed to say this. "I just wanted to say that, from the moment I saw you at that club two years ago, I knew that you were the one for me. You were made for me. And when I saw you on the first day of school I panicked and acted like a dick because I was afraid of the things that you made me feel. So protective and gentle towards you, and I had no idea why. I'm sorry for all the bad things that I ever said and did to you. And I'm so sorry that my life put you in danger. I'm sorry that Axel shot you, and I'm leaving the gang because I don't ever want anything like to happen to you ever again.

I'm sorry for all those bad things I've said to you before. I was feeling jealous and angry by the thought of you and Lucien, even though I knew that nothing was going on between you two. My emotions were talking for me and I said some horrible things to you. I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. You are so sweet, kind, caring, smart and forgiving and I would go crazy without you. I was on the brink of insanity while trying to find you when Axel took you. I was losing my mind thinking that you were hurt amd scared, all because of me. Nothing like that will ever happen again and I will never leave your side."

I sucked in a sharp breath by my next words. "I wanna keep you and our baby safe." I bent down to kiss her lips softly.

In such a short time, she became my whole world. The reason I woke up every day. If this were me from six months ago, I would have probably laughed at the concept of love, or sticking to one girl for so long. Now, it's a new me. A better me. And she's changed me for the better.

"You're my life," I whispered. "I love you, Daisy McKenway."

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