A Lost Angel
Chapter One
At the age of fifteen Jordan Uley lost everything in his life. His parents died in a car accident when he was young, so he was taken into custody by his older brother Sam and his fiance Emily. When he turned fifteen he received a phone call that Sam and Emily had died in a drunk driving accident. Now Jordan felt more alone than ever. Jordan stood at the edge of a busy New York sidewalk, the sound of cars and pedestrians filling his ears. He waited at the crosswalk until the "walk" sign showed; he began walking across the busy streets briefly glancing back noticing a black-haired figure funning through the crowds of people. Jordan picked up his pace noticing the light turned red. Jordan thought he heard his brother's voice as he turned to find a red 2011 Chevorlet Camaro ZL1 slamming on it's brakes. Jordan turned his gaze to the car speeding towards him with wide horrified eyes as he instinctively threw his arms up covering his head. The front end of the car smashed into Jordan's lower body sending Jordan flying, sliding on the black cemented. A high pitched scream filled the streets as a terrified woman covered her mouth, not believing what she witnessed. Pedestrians started gathering around the streets to witness what had just happened. The young man driving the sports car got out with a horrified look on his face, his whole body trembling as he quickly got out his cell phone and dialed three numbers. The young boy ran over towards the lifeless body of the young brunette and knelt down.
"Oh my god please no…" said the older brunette
Pools of blood started to gather near the teenager's head as the ambulance finally arrived. The paramedics rushed out of the back of the white and red vehicle pulling out a stretcher with white bedding. The two men ran towards the teen's body feeling his wrist and neck for a pulse.
"He has a pulse" says one paramedic
"We need to get him to ER, he's lost too much blood, and he might have a serious concussion" said the other paramedic
The two paramedics carefully lifted the young brunette onto the stretcher, placing him into the back of the ambulance. The older brunette stood there hand over his mouth worried sick about the well-being of the young teenager. The older brunette turned around as a voice called over
"Sir, you need to come with us and answer a few questions." A police officer stated.
The brown-haired man walked lithely towards the officer holding open the cruisers door. He got in the car and waited, his head filled with hopes and worries. Hopes that the blonde will be okay. Worries that he will be permanently hurt or…killed he cringed at the thought.
'Stupid Idiot!' he thought to himself blaming himself for what had happened.
'I should have been paying more attention'
When they got to the precinct the police officers guided him to a room.
"I have a few questions for you sir.." was all that was said.
"Name?"
"Paul…Lahote"
"Age"
"17"
"Oh your Chief Lahote's son, eh?"
"Yeah, is he working today?"
"No he's out on a business trip."
What seemed like hours went by of harsh and painful questions until the he was sent free. He had a court hearing on the following Friday once or if…the patient recovered to see if he would press charges, of course why wouldn't he, his family is one of the richest in New York. Paul learned from the cops that the young brunette's name was Jordan Uley.
'I could be charged with manslaughter is he doesn't make it…' was what he thought of.
Paul hailed a taxi and said "To the hospital please…"
"You got it" the gray-haired taxi driver said as he began driving
"so going to see a sick friend or something?" the taxi driver asked trying to make small talk conversation, probably trying to get a tip.
"Uh...yeah I guess you could say that" he replied his face full of deep regret and remorse.
"Oh sorry…" The taxi driver apologized noticing his sudden reaction. He almost started crying, forcing back a tear
'I cant believe I'm crying for someone I don't even know…mother has always said I was a sensitive and remorseful person'
"Here we are" the taxi driver stated turning his body around his arm hanging over the drivers seat waiting for his pay.
Paul reached into his back pocked and took out his walled and paid the man and gave him a tip.
"Thanks pal have a good one" the driver said smiling at the brunette as he left the yellow cab.
Paul walked up to the registration counter to the beautiful blonde receptionist sitting at the desk filing papers.
"Hello, how may I help you?" she said with a cheery smile
"Uh…Hi can you please tell me what room Jordan Uley is in?" Paul said faking a smile.
The receptionist typed into the computer and said "He was released from the ER about half an hour ago, he was in critical condition, The doctors thought he wasn't going to make it."
Paul gave out a sigh of relief and he heard her said 'thought he wasn't going to make it'
"So he's okay?" Paul asked
"He's in stable condition but the doctors won't be sure if he suffered brain damage until he wakes up."
"Are you a relative?"
"Uh yeah" Paul replied thinking who would let the person who almost killed him visit?
"Alright he's in room 409 third floor" she said pointing towards the elevator to the left.
"Thank-you very much" Paul said smiling Paul walked towards the elevator being distracted by the fancy gift shop to the left.
Paul walked in thinking the least he could do is buy the poor boy something. He perused the get well cards 'hmm now to find one that says "sorry for hitting you with a car…" He looked around the glass shelves automatically noticing this huge pink bear with a balloon in the hand saying "Get well soon." Paul smiled when he saw it. If it could make him smile maybe it will make Jordan smile. Paul paid for the over-priced bear and walked into the elevator pressing the bottom that said third floor. He got to the third floor and made his way down the long reaching hallway the stench of cleaning supplies and plastic filled his sensitive nose. He loathed that smell as well as hospitals, it would always creep him out being in a place filled with the sick and dyeing. He hated the smell worst of all, it smells like hundreds of old people. Paul started walking past the elderly crutched and weak. A little girl smiled up to Paul holding the bear. She had to be only 6 years old chained to a portable respirator. That's another reason why I hate the hospital Paul thought giving out a half smile to the child his heart almost breaking in two. Paul finally reached room 409, he gathered himself and slowly and quietly opened the door walking in, closing it behind him. He almost lost it when he saw the destruction he had caused the beautiful blonde boy. He had tubes attached to his wrists and arms, a respirator on his mouth and bandaged hand. A machine beside his bed made a steady beeping noise showing his heart beat. Paul slowly walked towards the sleeping boy a peaceful look on his face. Paul placed the pink bear on the empty white table on the far left side of the white room. He grabbed a chair from the table and placed it beside Jordan's bed and sat down. The brunette gave out a large sigh as he put his face in his hands going over what happened in his head.
"Oh sorry I didn't expect anyone was going to visit." came a soft masculine voice.
Paul raised his head to see a young doctor with a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. Paul was confused by the words he spoke.
"Oh hi, I'm kind of the person who did this to him."
"Oh yes, Paul I assume the police informed me of the accident."
"What do you mean you weren't expecting anyone?"
"Well he was no family or close friends on file, he's an orphan child. He had lost his parents when he was young and no too long ago his older brother abnd his brother's fiance passed away as well."
"Oh" Paul said softly feeling more guiltier
"How is he doing?" Paul asked
"His vital signs are returning to normal" the doctor said checking out the numbers on the screens beside Jordan's bed.
"He has received a few cracked ribs and skull fracture." The doctor stated pointing a pen at his chest and bandaged head.
"He should wake by tomorrow, if not sooner. He'll have a killer headache though."
"That's good" Paul said relieved
"A nurse will be in soon to replace his IV bag" glancing towards the almost empty intravenous bag.
"Alright" Paul smiled as the doctor wrote down information on the clipboard hanging on a hook on the front of Jordan's bed and left.
Paul felt that he owed this boy so much for what he made him go through. A few minutes when by until a white-haired nurse came into Jordan's room holding a full bag of IV, she didn't seem to notice Paul laying his head on Jordan's bed, almost asleep from the amount of adrenaline that had rushed through his veins only hours ago. She replaced the bag and left. Soon the soft sound of Jordan's steady heartbeat soothed Paul to drift asleep. Minutes turned to hours until Paul awoke to the soft sound of an unfamiliar voice.
"uh, excuse me?" the sweet voice like honey said
Paul's head shot up embarrassed that his head was mysteriously replaced to the contours of Jordan's chest.
"Sorry." Paul said trying to sound calm.
"Its alright, who are you?"
"My names Paul Lahote"
"Where am I?"
"The hospital, you…got hit by a car"
"Oh…"
"I better call for the doctor" Paul said as he pushed the button beside Jordan's bed
"WHAT! NO! Jordan yelled out
"what's wrong?" Paul asked shocked
"I-I'm terrified of doctors" Jordan stuttered.
"Oh I'm sorry" he apologized realizing he already pushed the button Jordan gave out slurs of incoherent words.
The doctor walked into the room. That instant Jordan reached for Paul's hand and held it excruciatingly hard Paul blushed even though it was hurting a lot. Paul tightened his grip around Jordan's hand trying to comfort him. Jordan pulled the white hospital sheets over his head still holding his hand tightly, terrified to be alone with his worst fear.
"Jordan, Uley." The doctor said in a happy tone
"still have the fear of doctors I see" he said writing something down on his clipboard.
"now Jordan do you have a headache?" The lump in the bed sheets just nodded.
"Alright we'll give you some pain medicine" The doctor asked more questions getting a yes or no nod in return.
Before the doctor left he placed a cup of pain medicine of 2 capsules on the stand. Telling Paul to try and get Jordan to take them. Once the doctor left Jordan came out of the sheets embarrassed that his fears were witnessed.
"You really don't like doctors" Paul stated
Jordan just stared forward shaking his head. Paul smiled noticing their hands were still entwined, but less painful.
"Here, take these they will make your head and leg less painful" he said standing up, leaning over Jordan's face.
'his eyes…are so beautiful' he thought staring into the pair of perfect chocolate brown eyes, sparkling back at him.
Paul staggered trying to get back into focus, putting the cup of pills up to Jordan's mouth pouring them in. Paul reached over awkwardly with his free hand trying to not let go of his hand, grabbing the bottle of water from the table and carefully allowing Jordan to take sips gulping down the pills.
"thanks" Jordan smiled
Paul's stomach was full of butterflies once he smiled. He smiled back trying not to look awkward.
"You have pretty eyes." Jordan smiled staring at Paul
Paul smiled, blushing dramatically, looking away bashfully. Jordan laughed in a way that would make angels sing.
"You're cute." Paul's subconscious was sceptic 'does he really think I'm cute'? 'is he hysterical?' 'how could someone that charming think I'm cute?' 'I wonder if he'll hate me when he finds out that I hit him.' He grimaced at that last question absolutely loathing that thought 'I better tell him before he hears it from someone else'
"Uh Jordan?"
"Yes, Paul"
"Do you remember how you got hit?"
"Uh..all I remember is…" Jordan got lost in thought, closing his eyes trying to remember.
"I remember when I stopped because I thought I heard my brother calling me…Then all I remember after that was being hit my a car." Jordan said
"Well I have something to admit to you…" Paul said fearing what was about to come.
"You were the one who hit me" Jordan said with no look of hatred or fear just a look of obviousness.
"Uhh…how'd you know?"
"I realized that when you were sleeping next to me, who would be coming to visit me? Sure as hell not…him…so I figured it must be the person who hit me with the car."
"Thanks for telling me" Jordan smiled
He gave out a large sigh of relief "I thought you would be angry with me"
"Why would I be angry with you it wasn't your fault. I'm the one who was in the middle of the road. If I wasn't for him I wouldn't be running away, trying to escape. I should be thanking you for saving my life."
Jordan laughed at the last sentence realizing how ironic it was.
"I'm so glad your going to recover." Paul stated Jordan's face dropped
"Glad because you won't be charged with manslaughter or glad because I'm safe?" Paul felt somewhat insulted by his comment but tried to remain calm.
"Happy because you're safe." 'Not being charged with manslaughter is like the cherry on top of the cake, the very hot cake' Paul laughed silently at that fact that he just described Jordan as a cake, finding it odd how much he was infatuated by someone he just met today.
"I feel guilty that I wasn't paying enough attention to where I was driving…"
"I owe you my life, if you didn't hit me…" he paused "I don't even want to know what would've happened?"
Jordan looked away as his eyes began to water. Paul looked and asked what was wrong.
"It feesl like a huge piece of me is missing…" Jordan said, dreary eyed
Paul took hold of Jordan's hand. "Why don't you get some sleep."
Jordan closed his eyes allowing the tears to cease "Thanks so much Paul."
Paul smiled watching Jordan slowly fall into sleep
"Paul…please stay…" Jordan said halfway asleep"
"I will, Jordan" Paul said gently squeezing his hand
"thanks" Jordan said before he fell into sleep
Paul reached into his pocket taking out his Blackberry Pearl cell phone. He dialled a number and held it up to his ear.
"Hey, Trent?"
"Yes Master Paul"
"How long will dad be gone on his business trip?"
"Master Lahote will be arriving by helicopter in 7 hours"
"Ok, hey Trent do you mind bringing me a pillow and my Eclipse book to the hospital, room 409?"
"Of course Master Paul I will arrive shortly"
"Oh and Trent?"
"Yes?"
"Don't use the whole polite butler thing when no ones around, we've been friends for years, your practically my brother."
"Alright than, I'll be there soon Paul"
"Thanks Trent"
"No problem" Paul pushed a button than slid the phone back into his pocket.
He glanced towards the sleeping boy and smiles, Paul reached forward and gently ghosted his finger over his whisker like scar marks on his face gliding them over his contours. Paul noticed Jordan's eyes start to twitch so he quickly brought his hand away from the sleeping boy.
Jordan smiled and whispered "Sam." in a sleepy tone.
Paul's face dropped, but suddenly looked worried when Jordan's face turned from peaceful to sad as his eyebrows crunched together. Beads of sweat laced Jordan's face.
"Jordan…Jordan….Jordan!' Paul whispered face to face to Jordan
Jordan's smile stretched across his face.
"You smell nice Paul." Jordan whispered still deep in sleep.
Paul blushed deeply, trying to look away but his eyes seem to be fixed on the sleeping boy. Paul's smile slowly turned to a worried frown as Jordan spoke more. Paul couldn't tell if it was a tear or a bead of sweat falling down his cheek. Jordan's chest was inhaling and exhaling dramatically as he slowly looked around the room.
"Jordan are you alright?" Paul asked worried
"oh Paul…sorry it was just a bad dream…" Jordan laid back down, trying to get his heart beat back to normal.
"Its not the first time I've had a nightmare about my brother…"
Someone knocked at the door as Jordan buried himself in his covers once again, grabbing Paul's hand.
"Come in!" Paul yelled
The door swung open and in came a young boy who had to be just a little older than Paul himself, wearing a tux.
"Paul" he smiled
"Hey Trent" Paul returned a smile
"Jordan its not a doctor" Paul said Jordan came out of the covers and took a look at the boy.
"Here's your things you wanted Paul" Trent said handing a bag to Paul.
"Thanks a lot Trent" Paul smiled
"Anytime, there's also something to eat for you two in there, enjoy I can't stay for long your dad will be home and I still have some work to do at the mansion so I'll see you at home Paul." Trent gave a wave before heading out the door.
"Who was that?" Jordan asked
"Trent, he's my family butler but he's more a brother to me."
"He seems like a nice person" Jordan smiled
There was a long silence until they both heard a large growl coming from Jordan's stomach. Paul laughed opening the bag, taking out 2 large containers of food and forks, handing a one of each to Jordan.
"Dig in." Paul exclaimed opening his container.
"Thanks" Jordan blushed
They both ate quietly enjoying they quiet time until Paul broke the silence.
"Feeling any better?"
"Much better" Jordan smiled
"good, cause I was wondering…if maybe you wanted to…you know come over to my place for a bit, you know if you wanted…to when your feeling well enough to leave."
"Sure" Jordan smiled "I would love to"
Paul was shocked by his sudden answer.
"Listen to me Jordan. I don't know how hard it must have been for you to lose your whole family, but I want to make sure that you never feel that way anymore." Paul confessed
A tear came to Jordan's eye as he sat up and put his arms around Paul hugging him softly. Paul blushed, hugging Jordan back.
"I have never fallen in love this fast before" Paul whispered into Jordan's ear.
Jordan looked up to Paul amazed. "Aw Paul I like you but...im afraid that my heart will be broken and I don't want to be alone again…" Jordan said tears falling down his face.
"Let me show you that you will never be hurt."
Paul said looking down at Jordan who looked up at Paul confused. Paul's heart was beating incredible fast when he got up the courage to lower his head and softly place his lips on Jordan's. Jordan gave out a soft whimper as their kiss continued for several minutes until it came to an end.
Jordan closed his eyes and spoke quietly "The way you kissed me…it felt…like you meant that you love me."
"I do…" Paul said placing his lips onto his again.
Jordan placed his hand on the back of Paul's head deepening their kiss. Paul moaned taken by the sudden passion.
"I've forgotten what it feels like to be kissed like…like that."
Paul softly put his hand through Jordan's hair. Jordan moaned from the delicate touch. Paul pushed Jordan gently laying him back down on the bed, climbing on carefully and arching his body over Jordan gently. Paul lowered his head and softly kissed Jordan's neck. Jordan moaned wrapping his arms around his neck. Paul kissed Jordan, gently laying his body on Jordan, trying not to harm him. Jordan deepened their kiss opening his mouth allowing Paul to enter. Paul entered Jordan's mouth moving his tongue around his mouth. Paul could feel movement in Jordan's groin underneath himself as their kiss endured. Paul slowly moved his hand down Jordan's bare chest heading for his groin. Then suddenly someone's voice echoed in the small room. Both boys eyes shot wide open with embarrassment knowing someone witnessed their session. Paul quickly turned around to see a familiar face.
"Oh Officer Brennigan how's it going." Paul asked trying to be nonchalant.
A police officer was standing at the door his arms crossed with a slight grin on his face.
"Mr. Lahote I'm glad you are getting to know Mr. Uley so well." "
Mr. Uley are you going to press charges on Paul Lahote for careless driving?"
"Nope…" is all Jordan said
He wrote down something on his notepad and starred back at Paul.
"So you can go get your car out of the impound lot, haha you should have seen the guys oogle over it when the tow truck brought it in."
"Thanks" Paul smiled, wanting for him to leave.
"Say hi to your dad for me"
"I will"
"See you"
"Bye"
The door closed shut as Officer Brennigan left. Paul turned back around and continued off where he left until Jordan intervened.
"Paul…I don't think we should go any further until we get to know each other a little bit more, okay?" Jordan said in an uncertain tone.
"Of course, I understand" Paul said smiling
"We can still kiss though right?" Paul asked slyly
Jordan laughed, quietly kissing Paul tasting the icy-sweet scent protruding from his mouth. Jordan was bewildered with that taste, so pure, so calm, and so perfect. Paul was glad that they both had a firm understanding on their impulsive situation, the sudden act of infatuation mixed with love complicating the situation for better or for the worst. They both knew they had strong feelings for each other, not knowing exactly why, whether it's Paul being there for Jordan or that he just didn't want him to be alone. Jordan would never betray him someone as thoughtful as Paul.
ONE WEEK LATER…
"Well Mr. Uley…" the young doctor said checking over Jordan's head and ribcage.
Jordan, his eyes clenched shut trying to ignore the doctors fingers tracing his leg feeling for tender spots, his hand clenched around Paul's.
"Everything seems to be in check you don't have any brain damage the swelling in you brain from the concuss has gone down dramatically is the 7 days you've been hospitalized, it's a medical phenomenon, never has such a swelling gone down that erratically. Even your ribs are almost completely healed the bones and all which is even more outstanding, we would like to do more tests on you but Mr. Lahote's generous father has granted us funding in exchange for your release without experimentation. Jordan cringed at the last word, Paul traced symbols in Jordan's hand softly with his finger tips hoping that would calm him.
"So to sum it all up Mr. Uley you are free to leave whenever you feel the need"
"Finally!" Jordan said absolutely disgusted by all the doctors and constant agonizing pain of memory being forced upon him with endless, sleepless nights and blank walls, but at least Paul was there beside him comforting him. Jordan pulled himself up as the doctor left, sitting on the edge of the bed allowing his feet dangle in the air, flexing his newly healed foot and leg.
"Ahh, that feels so much better!" Jordan sighed relieved his cast was now gone.
Jordan started putting weight on his foot expecting antagonizing pain, while Paul had his hands up ready to catch Jordan if he fell, but he didn't this surprised both Jordan and Paul.
"It doesn't hurt?" Paul asked his tone with more surprise than concern.
"Nope, I feel as good as if nothing happened" Jordan said a smile stretching across his face.
"That's good. Paul said putting his arm around Jordan's waist helping him along just in case.
"Thanks Paul" Jordan pecked him on the cheek as the two walk out of the door of the hospital.
The two boys gave out a large sigh of relief taking in the fresh air.
"I almost forgot what clean air felt like." Paul smiled closing his eyes feeling the large burden of the hospital building fly off his shoulders.
"No more doctors" Paul sighed in relief
"No more smell" Paul sniffed the clean air
"No more sickness" Jordan slowly enunciated each word
"No more doctors" Paul laughed as he hailed a taxi, waving his hand at a close-by yellow cab.
"Thank-you" Jordan thanked Paul as he opened the back door for him. Paul just smiled back, walking around the cab getting on the other side.
"2643 Palermo Drive please" Paul said as he sat down in the seat putting on his seatbelt, helping Jordan with his.
