Tangled Love

CHAPTER 94

Jake's POV -

The sun is setting and the darkness invites itself into the room through the blinds. I stand up and walk over to them, blocking out the night. Ivory left a few hours ago and I'm left alone with nothing but the steady beeps. I shut my eyes and place my forehead against the wall, breathing deeply.

My legs shake uncontrollably from keeping myself together. I'm on the edge, threatening to explode at any moment. I can feel my sanity slipping away every hour I spend in this god damn hospital room.

I need a release and I need it fast. I sigh heavily and reach for my jacket, heading for the door. Before I leave, I turn around, looking at her sweet face.

"I'll be back soon," I murmur, disappearing out of the door. I head down the corridor, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

A cigarette will have to do.

I stand on the corner of the entrance and light my cigarette, shielding it from the cold air. I inhale deeply and sigh, leaning back against the glass. My eyes close and I will myself to stay focused.

She's going to be okay. She has to be.

I bring the cigarette back up to my lips, inhaling deeply again. I hear a rustle beside me and immediately open my eyes. The blonde from the hospital cafe is opposite me, sat on the bench. She's wearing a tight dress and is shaking slightly from the cold. In her hands, she clutches a bottle of alcohol tightly. Occasionally she lifts the bottle to her lips, taking a long drink.

I frown at her but choose not to get involved, it isn't my business to do so.

"Hey," she calls out towards me, her voice wobbling. She's looking directly at me, beady eyes burning holes through me. Seems like she has other plans.

"Hey," I respond back bluntly, remaining frozen in place. I don't want to show an interest.

"I wasn't okay a minute ago but I am now." She giggles, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I watch as she places the bottle down onto the bench and approaches me slowly, her eyes continuing to drink in my appearance. I clear my throat and stand up straighter. She never stops approaching me until she's an inch away from my face. I can smell the fresh alcohol on her breath so I inch away to the side, putting distance between us. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"I have a girlfriend," I state bluntly, completely baffled at this girls persistence. I continue to smoke and inhale the next one deeper, letting the nicotine seep it's way into my body.

She ignores my words and leans her body against my side before taking her hand and stroking it down my chest. I watch in disgust as her hand trails lower, her breathing shallowing out beside me. Her tongue flicks out, licking her bottom lip and I raise my brow at her actions. Months ago, I would have found this hot.

Now, it comes across desperate.

Her hand reaches the waistband of my jeans before I decided enough is enough. I grab her hand with my free one and pull it away from me, giving her an icy glare.

My face turns so we're facing each other, so close that if an outsider was looking at us, we'd appear to be kissing. It couldn't have been further from the truth. I growl quietly, my lips turning up in a snarl —

"I have a girlfriend, I won't say it again. I've told you once before but now you're simply disrespecting her by choosing to carry on."

My voice is low and threatening and I notice her eyes widen in fear. She pulls back, quickly yanking her wrist out of my grip before turning around and stomping off, swaying a little. She grabs her bottle and heads round the corner out of sight and I sigh, relieved at her absence. I close my eyes and lower myself until I'm sat on the cold floor, shivering from the frosty air. My thoughts turn back to the only girl I want, lying in a bed a few floors up. I throw the finished cigarette I'm holding onto the floor before pulling out a fresh one, lighting it up.

It's going to be a long night.