LittleNovelChapter 59 Chapter 59 Brooklyn "Go," Aden says firmly to Lucas, once we're settled inside the black SUV.
Aden and Hudson climb are on either side of me, sandwichingin the middle.
Pressed between them, I fold my hands between my knees and try my best to breathe evenly as Lucas obediently peels out.
Aden continues to look out the window, surveying the landscape for danger.
Hudson turns to me. He takes my face in my hands and carefully looksover.
When he ascertains that I'm not scratched or bruised, he moves on to the rest of my body, putting a hand on my knee and takingin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How are you, Brooklyn?" he asks, low. "Are you hurt?" "I'm f-f-fine," I say, still shivering. I don't know whether it's shock still, or perhaps the cold.
Suddenly, I remember my beautiful cashmere stole-still in the coat check at the country club.
I turn backwards to look out the rear window, regretting the loss of it.
"What," Aden asks, worry creasing his face.
I instantly feel guilty. Here he is, on high alert, worried for my safety, and I'm sorry to have lost my coat. "N- nothing." I shake my head. I notice that he's still clutching his arm and that blood is still seeping from behind his hand.
I lean across him to look at it. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," he says, pulling away fromwith gritted teeth. "Just a graze-nothing the guys at hcan't patch up. It'll heal fast." I look up into his face. "It's a gunshot wound, Aden," I say. "Not a splinter. Was it silver?" Aden looks at me, then, frustrated and like he doesn't know what to say. Like he doesn't like getting the attention, being weak.
But then it all hits me. A gunshot wound. I saw it, I knew it was there, but saying out loud... now I'm really struggling to breathe.
I lean back into the leather of the seat, my whole body shaking, pressing my teeth together so that I won't knock one loose.
"Brooklyn!" Hudson pulls off his coat and wraps it around me. He looks towards his father, who looks should I do for her??" straight forward in the car,"Nothing," his father says. "She'll get through it. Just keep her warm. Everyone's first tin this kind of situation is rough." Hudson wraps his arms aroundas the tears start to leak from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks in a silent torrent.
All of a sudden, I'm so fed up with all of this.
So fed up with this world, with this life-how people can be immune to a shootout, as if there will be more and I'll just get used to them.
I saw people die tonight. People with families, people who were coming after me, maybe. Trying to takebecause I'm a powerful pawn in whatever fucking gthey're playing-Aden and Remington and Hudson.
I hate them all hate everything they stand for.
I didn't ask for any of this.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHudson calmdown, shushingand stroking my hair.
"I hate this," I whisper between my clattering teeth. "I 1. "I hate this hate this life, thate everything it represents-"
I turn to Hudson, hurt and damage all over my face. "I wish I'd nevermet you-l was right to dump you the first En.
time, when-" But I snap my mouth shut. I don't mean all of it, not really-I don't hate him.
If I did, I'd tell his dad his secret to
punish him for wrappingall up in this-for not lettinggo, for being go, complicit t in keepinghere, trapped in this life, when all Kwant to do is leave. "I'm sorry, Brooklyn," Hudson says, and I can tell by the guilt in his face that he means it.
"Then letgo," I plead, desperate.
Slowly, Hudson shakes his head.
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