When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (i wanna iguana read aloud .TXT) 📕

~Aoife~

I looked into his eyes brown glossy eyes that tried to hold water but red in anger. He knew he was hurting me, but he didn't stop himself.
Why did he want to hurt me? Why did he acted like I am responsible to answer him for everything in my life?

His words worked as a knife that cuts my heart, but I could feel the pain through his eyes. There is a lot more going on in my mind, and when he blamed my tattoo on some shitty things, I literally lost my patience.
I slapped him. Yes, I slapped him to make him stop blubbering things about me. I wanted to run somewhere. I was unable to understand what is in between Xander and me. The more I tried to understand, the more I found myself lost in his thoughts that hurt me.
I kept hitting him on his chest, but his eyes didn't leave my face.
It's like he never felt a single punch on his hard body.

Even though I said in my flat voice that I hate him and I want to hate him, but I couldn't. And I don't know why? All I wanted to get invisible from this situation.
He confessed; he was just trying to protect me, and if I think through, he was right on his point.
I came out of the room and saw Matt running back inside the room.
With a stoned heart, I moved ahead and didn't look back.
******
After a few hours, the doctor informed me about Caleb's situation.
They ran a few tests and told me to wait for more. The medicine they gave to him was not working on his body. He had a broken nose, and he was still unconscious.
I stood in the hallway, looking outside the window with dry tears. Someone tapped me on my shoulder.
"Are you ok?" Matt said.
"How can I be ok? Caleb is still under observation. The medicines are not working on his body."
I turned and answered him while my eyes again filled with water.
"He is gonna be fine. Don't worry, come with me."
He held my hand as we settled ourselves on the chair next to the door.
"How's is he?" I asked.
"He is sleeping. Doctor's can't handle a beast like him, so they gave him sedatives." He smiled, tried to make me smile.
"Sedatives?" I said.
"Yeah, after you left, he punched the painting, which made his hand bleed." He informed me.
Honestly, I was shocked.
"Where is he?" I said.
"In that room," he pointed.
Without thinking, I walked towards that room.
I found myself standing next to his bed. He was sleeping like a baby.
A quick smile played on my face with the thought of not getting scared of his gaze. At least, not now. 
I caressed his cheeks where I slapped him and slowly touched his hand covered in bandages.
Matt was standing next to me, watched me. 
"Bandages? Both hands," I said, looking at him.
"He is Xander. Everything is excess for him," We smiled, looking at him.
"When was the last time you saw him, quite like this?" I said.
Matt smiled and shook his head.
"Only when he sleeps,"
"Hey, I know he hurts you, but he is a nice guy. It's just the timing, and the place was not in his favor when it comes to you."
Matt rubbed my shoulder.
"I don't know what to say?" I was out of words.
There was a silence in the atmosphere.
"I should leave. Otherwise, he will start asking questions once he wakes up." I looked at his chiseled face.
We passed a smile to each other as we came out.
*****
After a few hours, the doctor called me to discuss Caleb's condition.
They even suggested a rehab for him. It was a ray of hope in our life. I immediately filed all the documents related to rehab.
But as I was concerned with his health and broken nose, they assured me they would take care of him in their hospital. And I could get updates through the mail.
It was like God answered my prayer. I wanted him to shift the rehab as soon as possible, but getting this opportunity was a blessing.
I talked to them about money and how am I going to pay for it? They informed me it's a nonprofitable organization and I don't need to pay much. It really took the burden off my chest.
I talked to Caleb, and he was sorry for his behavior; he confessed he lied to me. 
I forgive him for everything as he promised me to stay in rehab.
I warned him as this was the last time I helped him.
We hugged each other, and there comes the ambulance from the rehab.
I followed them out in the parking they took him as we passed our goodbyes.
While coming back, I saw Matt and Xander waiting for me in the parking. As usual, I tried to avoid Xander.
"How is he?" Xander asked.
"He is better.  I am happy the doctors told me about this rehab, and they will take care of him," I replied.
"Ok, good luck with that," He walked away from the car door.
He started walking away.
"What? Are you not coming with us?" Matt asked while popping his head out from the window.
"Nope, I need someone to take care of me." He replied without looking back.
Matt drew a sharp breath and said.
"Are you coming with me or not?" 
I settled myself in the passenger seat, confused with Xander's answer.
We drove towards our dorm.
"Is he going by walk?" I asked.
"Nahhh... Raph is here," Matt said.
"Raph?" 
"His brother,"
"What's his brother doing here?" 
"He called him here for you," Matt answered immediately.
"For me?" Confused, I replied.
"Shit, nothing." He tried to avoid this conversation.
"Tell me, Matt," I answered him in a serious voice.
"It's nothing."
I glared at him, threatened him, I will never talk to him.
"Ok, Xander called his brother to help you. He wanted your brother to get into rehab as soon as possible. And they have good contacts in the city," He said.
"That means the doctors were told to do so? They informed me because Raph told them to do it? Am I right?" I said,