Chapter 3:Your Worth It…
Hey, so I'm back! Sorry it took me so long to post again but school started back up so I'm really stressed and tired, so bare with me. I got some really good reviews on this story and thanks to you amazing people this is my most reviewed story (which really isn't saying much but that's besides the point). I got a review from a guest that said, "What the hell?" But I don't know what they meant because it was a guest review, so now I really wanna know why they put that… But anyways, without further adu…
Jesse's POV:
I woke up to a blinding white room with machines beeping and the smell of cleaning chemicals in the air. I felt a small hand squeeze my hand lightly and Becca whisper "I love you, Jesse…" I turned my head to the right to see Becca in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, one hand on her five month old baby bump and the other in my hand that's laying limply at my side.
"Becs…" I say groogily, my voice dry and cracked from lack of water for who knows how long.
"Jesse! Oh my god, your awake!" She said with a smile plastered on her face; she stands up to get closer, or just to get out of the chair because both are equally as close to me.
"Ar-are you okay? And what about the baby? Please tell your both alright…" I rambled, running my finger over her wedding ring.
"Jess, you were trapped under the debris of our house for two days and you've been in a coma for the past week and a half and your asking if I'm okay?" She said and breaks down laughing. My mouth hung open and she gained her composer. "Jesse, we're both okay; you on the other hand have some explaining to do, Mr. Swanson." She assured, placing my hand on her bump, feeling the baby kick and I knew he was okay.
"Well, there's really nothing to explain…your my wife and your carring our first child. What did you expect me to do? Go with him and tell you he'd come back for you? You two are my number one proity." I explained, rubbing my hand over her bump, stopping whenever I felt the baby kick.
"But YOU got hurt! Jesse, YOU protected me; made sure that I got out but YOU got trapped." She cried as a tear slipped down her cheek. I reached up with a bandaged hand and wiped the tear away but more began to fall. It killed me to see her cry, all I want to do is hold her in my arms and tell her its all okay; I'm in a bit of a predicament.
"Your worth it…I'd do anything for you. Anything to keep you safe; if that meant saving you and not myself, that was a price I was willing to pay." I soothed. But then I saw five cops walk in to my hospital room with someone in handcuffs in the middle of them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Swanson, we believe we have found the person responsible for starting the fire." One of the police explained, jeusturing to the man in handcuffs who they showed to be none other than Luke. Luke is Becca's cousin that took her in after the accident that took her parents and he abused her physically and mentally. It makes sense, he's wanted me dead ever since I saved her…the bastered.
I felt my blood start to boil at his mere presence; mostly because he was too close to Becca even if he is in handcuffs. I saw fear flash into Becca's eyes at him being there even though he was handcuffed. He had an evil smirk plastered on his damn face and I would pay to slap it off him. He laughed menacingly at our reactions to him because both of us thought and prayed that we wouldn't ever have to deal with him again. But here we are again, trapped in his sick little game of trying to make Becca's life miserable. but this was not a match he was going to win...
"How was your nap, Jesse?" he said sarcastically.
"Wonderful, thanks for your concern, Luke. But I'm very happy to be reunited with my wife and baby." I retorted.
"Wasn't really looking for your life story...but okay then..." he scoffed, rolling his eyes in response. "Becca, your looking...well like shit...hope your life has been hell. Are my hopes coming true?" he sneers.
"Only in your dreams, Luke...only in your dreams." she stated, as she sat next to me on the bed.
"Mr. and Mrs. Swanson, Would you like to press charges?" one of the police officers cut in.
"Yes!" we both blurted out in unison. He growled in protest as they dragged him out of the room.
"You'll regret this! Watch yourself!" He yelled as they dragged him out. I slightly relaxed at the fact of him being away from her but I still couldn't shake the tension that rises in my muscle hen he is near. Its like my own personal security system.
"I should've known...of course he would try to get us killed! What the fuck is his problem?" I growled as I laid back up against the pillows. Life is messed up. It's full of drama, difficult love, hate, torment, people you want to murder, people who want to murder you, and pain. Things just can't be simple, even when you need them to be more than ever. If anything they seem to fuck you up even more when your already knocked on the ground. No time to get up and block the punches that life throws at you, no time to ensure. How can you ever heal if the cut just keeps on getting deeper? When there's no end in sight and no light at the end of the tunnel. When it feels like your drowning in suffering. And when you have to see the people you love fall in too.
Is my life one fucking heap of shit? Yep. Is it worth it just to hold Becca in my arms and feel that baby kick? Hell yes. My life might be messed up but its worth it just to have Becca and our baby. It's something worth fighting for, a star in the night sky to lead you to what's right. A breath of fresh air when it feels as if your drowning. That one person who can make all that pain go away; when you do feel that pain, someone who gives you reason to pull through. the one who makes life worth living.
"I don't know…" she says while running her fingers through my tangled hair lovingly, occasionally kissing my fore head.
Hey, so I hope that you liked it. I know it was shirt but there was some good explaining of Jesse's feeling about Becca. And can you believe that it was Luke that started the fire? The bastered! Thanks for reading! Please Review, Favorite, and Follow!