is too heavy. He drags it along the road and before I can warn him, it slams against a tire of another truck we are passing. Heaven falls backward and Sebastian tries to catch him, but it is too late. Heaven falls and his head hits against the pavement so hard, he is immediately unconscious.
“Heaven!” I yell for him, but he doesn’t move.
“At least we are at the hospital. And he isn’t yapping. Thank god for small favors,” Owen slings Heaven over his shoulder and marched to the entrance of the emergency room.
“He’s kidding, right? Heaven is bleeding!” I point to Owen’s whistling form walking away, and Sebastian places his hand in the middle of my shoulder blades, silently telling me to move forward.
“Kind of. Let’s just get to Jaxon. Heaven will be fine.”
“Okay.” After a few seconds of walking, I turn to Sebastian. His jaw seems sharper, more defined in the dark. He must be the only man or thing in existence that doesn’t scare me in the dark.
I hate the dark.
Horrible, treacherous, heinous things happen in the dark. Things that can’t be seen, but are never forgotten. The dark is tricky like that, keeps your hackles on the rise, and feeds off your anxiety.
Like right now.
It is pitch black out. Only the emergency room light illuminates red onto the parking lot and a few street-lamps flicker on and off in the distance. While I am at the safest place I can be, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I look around, seeing nothing but cars, but the feeling is there; my instincts scream at me that someone is watching me.
Chapter Nineteen
SEBASTIAN
What a fucking night.
Jaxon is at the hospital with Quinn. So far, everything was fine with her, but they wanted to keep her for observation. The pain she was experiencing was normal, but some people handle pain differently, and the fact that she was hungry and dehydrated didn’t help matters any. It wasn’t often we went out in public like that. We don’t like showing our faces just in case anyone recognizes us, and we want to avoid as much drama as possible.
We are drained.
Test after test was done on Quinn. One of the twins is getting more fluid than the other, and they want to see if it will resolve on their own, or if they will have to go to a specialist. The doctor reassured her that it has nothing to do with the pain, but it is still scary. If the fluid doesn’t clear up on its own, surgery will have to be performed.
Those kids aren’t even here yet, and they are already having difficulty with life. I really hate the bitch sometimes.
When we open the kitchen door, the smell of breakfast wakes me up a little, and it seems to do the same with Gabriella.
“Jaxon told me you guys were coming home. I made coffee and breakfast. I know you will probably go back, so I packed clean clothes and food for Jaxon and Mrs. Steele.”
“Julia, you’re a life saver,” Heaven says, bending down to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s the least I could do. I’m so glad Quinn is okay. Poor thing, I can’t imagine. I was blessed with my three children. I had no issues. She must be terrified.”
“She is,” Grayson says, filling his plate with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and fruit. “But Jaxon is there, and so far everything is okay. We will definitely keep you updated, Julia.”
Owen’s phone dings, then mine, and everyone else’s.
I dig into my pocket and turn on my screen. What I see almost has me dropping my phone. My own name is on the alerts.
I click on it, and my lungs stop working when I see my mugshot. I was pissed in that photo, and my hair was a greasy mess since I hadn’t showered in three days being stuck in a cell. “Fuck!” I run my fingers through my hair. This was why we didn’t go out in public.
This shit right here.
“What is it?” Gabriella blinks up at me, popping a grape in her mouth.
“Julia, can you give us some privacy, please?” Owen ushers her out, a simple and gentle way of telling her that it isn’t a question, but an order.
“Of course. I will be in my room. Call if you need me.” Julia smiles before she hurries down the hall. We all wait for the door to shut and then Grayson drops the plate, his eggs spilling over the