POV: Victoria
I didn't stay long with Mom and Ciara. Claire's boyfriend, Kyle went out to get more treats for Mom and her. I sat by Mom's bedside and held her hand, smiling warmly at her and commending her for her positive attitude. I'm so glad to see her putting so much effort into getting better and getting out of the hospital. If she continues this way, we'll be out of here in no time.
As I held her hand and looked into my eyes, I couldn't help but shed tears. Mom held me closer and patted my back softly. She must think that I'm shedding tears of happiness for her recovery. But that is far from the truth. Seeing Mom awake was like a trigger, I wanted to ask her about my father, I wanted to know what she had to say about what my father said. But she is still lying on the hospital bed and I can't bring it up, I can't even tell her of Raphael yet.
She may not approve of our relationship and it could make her sad again. She won't understand my relationship with him, she'll think I'm dating him for his money. She would blame herself for it and it would take a toll on her and probably affect her healing process. I must keep this to myself until she is strong enough to give me the answers I seek.
As I walked out of the hospital room, I bumped into Kyle in the corridor. He held two paper bags and he was heading back to Mom's hospital room. Seeing him always gets on my nerves. I always get that feeling that he would hurt Claire or get us in trouble someday. For god's sake, he's a fucking drug dealer!
"The next time you hook my sister up with your dealers again, I'll fucking kill you!" I warned him fiercely blocking his path and glaring angrily at him.
"Don't you fucking blame me for Claire's decision. Besides, I didn't do anything that she didn't want. She wanted to do everything she could to save your mother. You of all people should understand that you are no different from her, are you?
All she did is peddle drugs to pay for your mom's hospital bills, you on the other hand, you are a fucking escort, you sell your body to these billionaires for…" I slapped him hard across the face for daring to call me a whore.
"How dare you, Kyle, how dare you?" I yelled at him, holding back the tears.
"If everyone calls me a whore, that's understandable. But not a fucking drug addict like you. Being an escort is not illegal, but being a drug peddler and addict is illegal and you fucking know it." I yelled at him angrily, poking him in the chest as I did.
"You are trouble Kyle, you are nothing but trouble. Stay away from Claire, you are not good for her. I don't want to see you hovering around us, we don't want to have anything to do with you." I told him in anger.
"Don't fucking poke at me, I didn't do anything wrong. Claire and I love each other, you can't…"
"Take your filthy hands off my woman." Someone said behind us. We both stopped struggling at the same time and turned to the direction the order had come from. I gasped in shock when I spotted Ralph standing behind us. He had the meanest frown on his face, I almost ran the other way when he hit me with his fierce gaze. He wore a black leather jacket on black jeans. And with this frown on his face, he could be mistaken for a hitman.
"You don't want me to repeat myself, trust me." He told Kyle again, taking a threatening step in his direction.
"Whatever man, she started it anyways," he retorted angrily before shoving me aside and walking out on us. Raphael's boys moved to attack him for being so rude, but I stopped them from hurting him.
"Of all the men you screw, you decided to date the weirdest of them all. You know what, you both deserve each other. The nosy sister and the insane billionaire." He taunted us, laughing hard before turning to leave. Now I wish I didn't stop them from punching him in the fucking face.
"Did he just call me a weird Lunatic, is that what you tell your family about me?
I save your mother's life and in return, you dub me a weird lunatic?" he asked angrily, glaring daggers at me before turning to walk away.
"Hes not my family, he's just an annoying drug addict who wouldn't stop hanging out with my sister no matter what I say or do. He thinks he is in love with her, and so does she. But trust me, this is not love, it's just a phase in her life. I have to help her get through this phase without getting in trouble with the feds. Believe me, I'm not against love and I don't screw many men like he thinks. I just…"
"Today you are fighting a guy in the hallway, I wonder what I'll find you doing tomorrow. Maybe I'll find you in the boxing ring showcasing your stupidity. Do I have to worry about your self control, did I make a mistake in choosing you?" he asked sternly, cutting my words shut as if I didn't have anything good to say to him.
For the life of me, I don't even know why I was talking too much, saying things he did not ask me. I don't even know why I felt like I owed him an explanation. He stopped abruptly when we got out of the hospital building and I mistakenly bumped into him, hitting my head on his sturdy chest.