«Flynn's POV»

I felt broken. I felt useless. I could feel myself starting to fade, to move towards the darkness. To stay there. But just a small part of me was reminded of the best things in my life; soccer, friends, Madeline, food, and life itself. I fought for them. I needed to stay. I remembered how devastated I felt when my mom passed. I could never let my friends go through that.

Speaking of soccer, how the hell was I supposed to play? It felt like just about every bone in my body is broken. When I woke up, pretty much all of them were. Except for my right leg. That was REALLY helpful. Wheelchair, here I come. Basically, I was going to blame this all on my dad. If he hadn't cheated on mom, then we wouldn't have moved and I wouldn't have had to get on the stupid plane that almost cost me my life.

The doctors told me I was one of two survivors. Do you know how lucky that was? They also told me that I had the worse end of the injuries. The other guy? Concussion and wrists broken. Me? Concussion, four ribs both arms and one leg broken, neck sprained, bruises and burns, and I had to use a FREAKING breathing tube. Do you know how annoying that shit was? I couldn't move at all! Except for my mouth.

They were all like, at least you can talk! Did I care? I wanted to walk! I wanted to be able to live my life normally. I hoped that the situation wasn't permanent. I was CAPTAIN of the soccer team! I couldn't let my team down! Long story short, I was in the middle of freaking out when Madeline showed up. She looked like she had been crying too much. Yet, she was still gorgeous.

But then my dad had to come in and ruin the whole moment that I was trying to create. I needed to tell her how I felt sooner or later. Or, at least how I thought I felt. I remembered the text I sent her, and panicked for a second. That would be totally awkward. She hadn't brought it up yet though.

A sudden realization came to me. If I was able to move, I would've slapped my forehead for my stupidity. You can't text on planes, dumbass. I chided myself.

Like I was saying, my dad ruined the whole thing.

"I'll just send them in," Alice, the lady from the front desk told us and held the door open for my other visitors. I was trying to think of who it could possibly be, but then I gave up because my head hurt too much.

When I saw who it was, I was ready to leap out of the bed and tackle him to the ground. Anger pent-up inside of me and I saw red. "Dad?" I asked, but I'm pretty sure it came out as a growl. It was then that I became aware of the fact that I probably shouldn't have gone to see my dad. It would NOT have ended well. I hadn't realized how mad I was at him for letting us go. He cheated on mom, didn't care enough to keep in touch with us, and now... now he doesn't even have the same slut that he cheated on mom with. What a man-whore.

"Yes," He said, looking me straight in the eye. "It's nice to see you again."

"I'm sorry that I can't say the same," I said, feigning a sympathetic look.

"Is that your girlfriend?" He asked, nodding towards Madeline.

"Is that your stripper?" I countered, looking at the blonde he came with. "Talk about a downgrade."

I saw rage burn in his eyes. "Do not talk about your stepmother like that."

"Oh, I have a stepmother now? Was the other whore not enough for you? You had to find a new one. Or maybe was it a new fifty. I'll never know, because YOU BROKE OUR FAMILY APART!"

"It's not my fault you guys came home when you did." Dad argued.

"So you would have been perfectly fine, with a free conscious if you were fucking another woman while your wife and child were out. You had a wife. AND A CHILD. You lied behind their backs. You cheated. And I am NEVER forgiving you for that." I spat, with a murderous glare sent his way.

"What about your mother?" He asked, wincing.

That was it. I couldn't hold it in any longer. You know that thing in the movies where one tear silently slips out in defiance? That's what happened. "She's dead. And you never knew because you never cared."

His face turned paper-white. "What are you talking about?"

"My mother is dead. My father is a fucking bastard. My stepmother is most definitely a stripper. I, myself, am a major cripple. My life is falling apart. The only person who has continuously been there for me is Madeline," I pointed over to her. "The girl that I met literally three weeks ago. She always has my back. Unlike you. Even when you were around, we never did the typical father-son bonding things. It was because you were always working. Or maybe you weren't working. Yeah, you probably weren't. You were probably making love to a floozy off the street. Which is why, you ARE NOT my father."

He stared at me in shock. "You can't disown me! Only I can disown you! I should slap you right now."

I looked at him in defiance. "Go ahead. Do it. Slap me. I dare you."

He strode over to the bedside and socked me in the jaw. "You. Are NOT. My. Son." He ground out through clenched teeth.

Black spots were dancing in front of my eyes. "Good," I snarled. "Now fuck off, asshole."

"Flynn?" Madeline's voice was filled with worry. "Stay with me! Stay with me! Nonononono... you can't leave me! No! I lo-" And at that moment, I passed out.
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Some time later, I came back to my senses. I could hear everything that was going on around me, but my vision was blurry. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I attempted to clear my throat, but it hurt too much. "Madeline?" I managed to croak out.

"Flynn?" She ran over to the bedside. "Oh my god, thank goodness you're awake!" There were tears in her eyes. I couldn't have been out that long could I?

I decided to voice my thoughts. "How long was I out?"

"Five days," She murmured. "I thought you were going to leave me."

"As long as I can help it, I'll never leave you. If I got a dollar for every time I thought about you..."

"You'd be rich?" She asked through a smile and watery eyes.

"I'd start to think about you." I went for my trademark smirk, but I'm pretty sure it looked more like a grimace.

She rolled her eyes and I said, "Keep rolling. One day you'll find your brain in there."

"Okay, that's funny, coming from you."

"Hey, remember when I asked for your opinion? Yeah, me neither."

"Hey, remember when you said something useful? Yeah, me neither." She winked.

"Hey, remember when you used your brain? Yeah, me neither." I winked back.

"I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing as you've never used it."

"I was going to give you a nasty look, but I see you already have one."

Someone cleared their throat. "Um, I hate to interrupt the lovely conversation you were having, but Madeline we need you to step out of the room for a moment."

"Actually, can we have like a few minutes?" I asked. "I need to talk to her about something really important."

"Okay," The guy agreed. "Just no sex on the hospital bed please."

I groaned. "Dang it!"

Madeline sighed. "Shut up, Flynn. And I'll be out in a few minutes Luke."

The guy-who's name was apparently Luke-walked out and shut the door.

"What did you want to talk about?" Madeline asked me.

I really didn't want to say this, but it was for her own good. "Look, I really appreciate you staying here for me for however long you did, but you need to go back to school. You need to go back to Kentucky. I don't matter as much as your education does. I'm not due to come home for another two weeks. You're going to get so far behind and it'll be all my fault. I don't know why you've stuck around so long because I don't deserve that. I don't deserve to be captain of the soccer team, I don't deserve to be popular, I don't deserve the money I have, and most of all I don't deserve you by my side. You need to leave before I ruin your life too." I said miserably.

"Flynn, I-"

"Just... leave." I mumbled, and she turned around and hurried to the door with tears in her eyes.

A/N: *anna voice* okay byeeeeee

that was my lame attempt at trying to cheer you up after that semi-depressing chapter

but y'all aren't gon like the next chapter *smiles deviously*

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AND OH MY GOD DO U GUYS SEE THAT GIF TO THE SIDE? IT'S KILLING ME IM CRYINF