Love Me Always (I Hate You...I Think) (21 page)

I called Jake to find out where he was while
looking around at the people and cars passing by.

“It’s going to be
another ten minutes before
I can get there. Do you have somewhere you can
go?”

“No, I don’t and I’m in my nightgown. I
don’t even have shoes.”

“Dammit Everlyn, I swear you get yourself
into the worse shit of anyone I know,” Jake
groaned.

“Have you talked to Oliver?” I questioned.
“No I haven’t. Oliver can take care of
himself. You are more important right now.”
"Jake, what if Oliver went to Weasley?"
"He did," A male voice spoke.
Gasping, I turned around.
"Ever?” Jake asked, “What’s wrong?”

I stared wide eyed at the car that had pulled
up next to me. I knew someone had been watching
me.

"Weasley," I breathed as I looked through
the open window. It was a sleek luxury car.
Weasley was sitting in the back with the window
rolled down.

"You remember me. That is good,"
Weasley smiled opening the car door. Stumbling
backwards my back hit the brick wall behind me.

“Hello? Are you still there? What about
Weasley? Is he there? Please tell me he’s not,”
Jake spoke in my ear. I still had the phone clutched
in my hand.

Weasley was in his forties with blonde hair
and blue eyes like Harper. He was in a blue suit
and tie.

“He’s here,” I gulped.

Weasley took a step out of the car and stood
just before me cornering me against the wall.
Reaching out he removed the phone from my hand.
I released it quickly dropping my hand and
pressing myself into the wall.

Weasley ended the call his eyes crinkled as
he looked down at me with amusement. Where was
Harper? I wondered. How did Weasley find me?
Did Harper call him? Would he do that? What is
going to happen now? Will he force me to go with
him?

"Do not worry I have no intentions of
hurting you, dear. It seems I need a little assistance
however with Oliver. He is a very hard man to talk
to right now."

Weasley placed my phone into his suit
pocket and held out his hand for me to take. I knew
better than to refuse him. Taking his hand, he
guided me to the car.

"Where is Harper?" I asked looking around
the street. Surely, he had to have followed me.

"Don't worry about him sweetheart. He is
just fine," Weasley spoke in a calm tone that made
my skin crawl.

I knew deep down that this calm was a front
and it scared me to no end. Jason was flat out,
about what he intended to do but Weasley. He was
a smart man and his calmness made me far more
frightened than I have been before in my life.

~I Would Die For You~

"Have a seat," Weasley told me pushing my
shoulder and forcing me to sit down in a chair in
front of a desk. He took the large chair on the other
side. Folding his hands in front of him on the desk,
I felt as if I was in the principal’s office, only
where the punishment was death.

The car ride to Weasley's home was long
and silent. We were on a hill just outside the city.
The mansion looked as if a movie star would live
here.

"So Everlyn it's nice to finally meet you,"
Weasley spoke calmly.
I nodded shifting uncomfortably under his
gaze.

"Where is Harper?" I asked again. He had
said he was fine but I didn't believe him. I had yet
to see him and I knew something was very wrong.

Weasley's face darkened, "I said the boy is
fine."

I bit my tongue. I don't need to anger him.
Where is Oliver? And is Jake still coming? Does he
know where Weasley’s house is? Jake said he was
ten minutes away but I have a feeling Jake won't be
abiding by the speed limit at all.

"Now," Weasley straightened and fixed his
suit he unbuttoned the jacket and leaned back.
"How far along are you?" he questioned
looking at my stomach.
"How…how do you know?”
“I have my ways now answered the
question.”
I hesitated and Weasley looked like he was
getting impatient.
“Ten weeks.”
"Hmm...not very far along. Have you gone
to the doctor?"
I nodded, "How did you know I was?"
"How about leave the questions to me,
dear," he pursed his lips.
I held my tongue and kept my face blank.
"But, I happened to hear a portion of a
conversation. Did the doctor say what it was?"
Frowning, I didn't say anything. Why did
he want to know all of this?
“I didn’t stay long enough to find out
anymore but I think it’s too early for that."
"Good, good," he nodded looking thought.
He turned away toward the massive window
behind him.
"Harper is down stairs, Anthony escort her
down."

A man with a bald head and tattoo's
covering his face and neck stepped to my side
taking my arm pulling me out of the seat. I went
with him looking back at Weasley nervously.

“Wait,” I pulled back.
Weasley didn’t turn but I rushed on.
“Where is Oliver?”

Weasley waved his hand and the man
holding my arm jerked me around guiding me
downstairs. There were three guys sitting at a table
they looked up as we came down. They were
guarding a door that was pad locked shut.

"Putting her in," the bald headed man
spoke.

One of the guys opened the pad lock and I
was pushed into the small room. It was lit by a
lamp on a table. There was a cot in the corner and
Harper was laying on it his back to me. He didn't
move an inch. Going to him, I sat on the edge of
the bed turning him over.

"Harper," I breathed seeing his left eye
swollen completely shut. He had choke marks on
his neck.

"I'm sorry," he muttered throwing his arm
over his head. "It's my fault they found you."
"What happened?" I questioned confused.
"I came here to kill my father," he told me
bluntly.
"When?" I gasp wide eyed.

"Right after you left the hotel.
I don’t know.
I guess I just got pissed at all of this. I realized how
stupid it was to take you away from Oliver. I
should have just taken you back to him. But, I
came here."

"Are you crazy?" I demanded. "You just
came here? What was your plan? What did you
think was going to happen, you'd just walk in here
and kill him then what? Your father’s men would
have killed you."

"I know."
I slapped him. He cringed.
"You knew, but you fucking did it
anyways? You were ok with them killing you?"
Harper opened his mouth and I slapped my
hand over it not wanting to know the answer.
"Don't answer that. How did they even find
me?"

"GPS I put in your phone," Harper
muttered, “That’s how I’ve know where you’ve
been.

I stared at him, "You've got to be fucking
kidding me. What the hell is wrong with you? I've
been an idiot myself lately but I have an excuse.
Are you having hormone issues? No. Dammit
Harper."
He cracked a smile.

"How can you be smiling right now?" I
scowled.

"You act a lot like, Oliver. I see now why
he likes you," he smiled bright showing dimples in
his cheeks.

"I like you too," he muttered.
"What?"

"I have for a while. At first I thought it was
because you were Oliver's and I wanted to take you
away from him but I just like you," he said softly.

Sighing, I looked over his face. He was no
longer the arrogant boy I originally thought at all.
He's angry, misunderstood but not bad.

"I love Oliver," I whispered.
"I know, and I would never come between
you, even if you weren't knocked up," he smirked.
"If we get out of here you're coming home
with us. No arguing you're joining Oliver's gang,
understood," I told him sternly.

He didn't say anything just looked at me. It
was the way Oliver sometimes looked at me and it
made me uncomfortable because he was so not
Oliver.

"You're creeping me out, Harper."
"Sorry," He coughed sitting up and looking
away from me.

He cringed as he sat up, his ribs were
broken. Maybe that's why he hadn't tried to break
out of here yet? I knew Harper was strong like
Oliver, why hadn't he kicked the door off yet and
beat the hell out of everyone. Oliver would have by
now.

We were silent, I could hear talking just
beyond the door just before the lock came off and
the bald guy stepped into the room. With the door
open, I could hear the voices. Oliver's voice carried
it seemed through the whole house.

"Bring her to me now!" he snarled.
"This should be interesting," Harper
muttered.

Anthony ushered me out, Harper went to
stand but was pushed back down. Harper growled
and started to stand again. Anthony took my arm
and jerked me a roughly to him. I gasp in pain at
how hard he had tugged on my arm. Harper froze
where he was. The man pulled me out of the room
shutting the door. I knew now why Harper hadn't
fought them. Me.

I was quickly taken back upstairs to
Weasley's office where Oliver was going off on
Weasley.

"I left for a god damn reason. If you don't
get her in here in 3 fucking seconds I'll tear the
house up."

"No need to act irrationally Oliver,"
Weasley spoke coolly as we stepped into the room.

Weasley looked up and Oliver spun around
releasing his grip on the chair I had sat in last time.
Indentions were clear on the back of the seat.

Anthony released me but I didn't go to
Oliver. Frowning, he knew as well as I did that it
wasn't a good idea.

"She's here in one piece; now let's talk
civilized, shall we?" Weasley told Oliver.

Oliver pulled the chair back and ushered for
me to sit down. I did and Oliver placed his hands
on my shoulders firmly but not in a way that hurt.
Just letting me know things were very serious.
Weasley watched us much like a hawk would a
rabbit.

"I'm not joining you Weasley."

"You are my son Oliver. I was there for you
when that scum who called himself your father
wasn't."

“I am grateful-"

"No, I don't think you are. I taught you
everything you know and you threw it back in my
face," Weasley was tense his hands were in his
jacket pockets and no doubt in tight fists.

"You told me to basically kill your son,"
Oliver growled.
"And, take his place yes," Weasley
shrugged like it was no big deal.
"He's your child."

Weasley scoffed turning away, "I know and
he's pathetic. He's not you, Oliver," He said turning
back to Oliver looking him over like he was a
proud father.

"I'm not your son. I never have been and
never will be. Your son tries and has always tried
to make you proud, but he is never good enough
because you are stuck in a fantasy," Oliver spoke
firmly his hands tightening on my shoulders. I
raised my hand touching his gently. He released his
grip.

"I have wanted him dead since the moment
he was born to that tramp," Weasley hissed, "He is
nothing to me. I have only kept him because I
thought I could change him-"

"You mean make him like me!" Oliver
yelled.

"Harper is a good man. He is my brother,
not by blood but you...you I will never call my
father."

Weasley lashed out suddenly flinging his
chair across the room I cringed back against Oliver
who didn't flinch a muscle. His arms ready to lash
out to protect me at whatever cost.

Harper stepped out into the room to the left
of Weasley. All of us snapped our eyes to him. My
eyes focused on his hands.

"Harper," Oliver choked out staring at his
hands as well.
"Go," Harper spoke in a monotone voice
his eyes focused on his father.

"Harper think about this," I pleaded eyes
still fixed on the box in his hand. A detonator, like
the ones you seen in movies. Where the hell he got
it was beyond me. Who just has detonators lying
around!

"I actually rigged the whole house with C4
earlier, got it from that new construction site of
yours. It seems I’m not as pathetic as you think I
am. Lucky for me you had some idiots guarding
me," Harper's voice was still void of any emotion
whatsoever.

"Harper, please don't-"
Harper Charged Weasley. And the two
began fighting.
"Harper stop!" Oliver yelled.

Oliver grabbed me into his arms and we
bolted for the doors. I could hear grunts and yells
behind me but it all faded out as an explosion went
off.

The whole house shook as if there was an
earthquake deep beneath our feet. Oliver and I
were propelled into the hallway slamming into the
wall. Oliver wrapped his body around mine. I
could barely hear as the explosion had caused my
hearing to go out. My ears were ringing and
Oliver's yells were inaudible. There was fire and
heat wrapping around us.

Oliver had me pressed to the shaking floor,
beams and debris was flying. There was four
separate explosions in total each one after another.
We are going to die, my brain screamed before I
blacked out completely.

When I came to everything was blackened
and charred. I could hear flames in the back ground
but only just my ears were still ringing. I sat up to
find Oliver was no longer on top of me protecting
me. Roof was crumbled around us.

Thankfully, I had been in a doorway that
seemed more stable than the rest of the house.
Quickly looking around me I couldn't see Oliver I
searched frantically through the debris and fallen
boards until I found him covered in blood.

"Oliver!" I screamed. He was unmoving.
No god! Please no!
~Love Me Always~

"Oliver, open your eyes," I begged holding
him in my arms his head lying against my chest.
He was burnt across his chest, his shirt was
scorched. His face was covered with soot and his
head was bleeding.

"Please Oliver, I'm so sorry. I'm so very
sorry," I cried rocking him. "I love you, you have
to wake up."

Laying my forehead against his I held him
tight with tears running down my cheeks. My
hearing was returning to normal and I could hear
sirens in the distance.

“You promised. You promised you would
love me always. You can’t do that if your death!” I
yelled.

Sobbing, I leaned my face down to his
kissing his lips softly feeling his gentle breath. He
was still breathing. It was shallow but he was
breathing.