Spark, стр. 11

In a fit of uncontrolled rage, he grabbed my still healing wrist in a way too tight

grip as I turned my back on him. I yelled out loud in pain like a wounded animal,

attempting to pull away from him, but when he didn’t let go, and the pain only

worsened, I did the only thing I could do.

“Let go!” I shouted and swiftly brought my leg up, and roundhouse kicked him

right in the side of the head as hard as I could.

The moment my foot collided with his skull, he immediately released me and

nearly fell to the floor, while I clutched my ribs like I had just been punched in the

side.

Fuck. Okay, no more kicking for a while.

When Hank returned to see me hunched over against the wall and Benito

counting the stars circling his head, he went nuts.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!” he shouted at us.

I chuckled, even though it only caused more pain to my ribs. “Benito just

learned what happens when you fuck with the wrong girl,” I replied with a smirk.

Hank quickly turned to Benito in rage-filled confusion. “What the fuck did you

do?” he yelled at him. By now, the nearby staff was starting to poke their heads

around the corner to witness the commotion.

“Nothing. Little brat started mouthing off again and tried to walk away.”

“Yeah, and then you yanked my healing broken wrist, you fucking idiot,” I

retorted, holding my wrist up. I could see bruises forming where his fingers had

wrapped around my pale skin. Fabulous.

“Let me see,” Hank said, rushing over to me.

I held my wrist out for his examination but kept my eyes on his face. He knew

this was bad. A guard touching me was bad enough, but bruising something that

was already damaged and healing was even worse. He knew they were in trouble,

but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I was home free. I was nothing but an instigator

anyway.

“Come on,” Hank said, taking me gently by the arm and leading me back to my

suite. “Let’s have Sid take a look.”

Once Sid had confirmed nothing had broken further, I was locked away in my

room for the rest of the night, which was fine. I wanted to be alone. But no one

could ever leave me alone long enough.

Sid walked in by himself some time later and casually sat across from me in the

reading nook. He crossed his ankle over his knee and folded his hands on top,

staring at me with a disappointed look on his face.

“Yes?” I said, raising my eyebrows and looking at him expectedly.

He sighed deeply and relaxed his shoulders. “What are you doing, Jaden?” he

asked me gently.

I furrowed my brows. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“No, asshole, I don’t.”

Sid sighed again and rolled his eyes, like that would make this conversation any

easier for him.

“You’ve been acting like some spoiled child ever since Darren left the island.

Don’t think I haven’t been monitoring your behavior. I’ve been watching very

closely,” he said.

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “What do you care?”

“I care because, believe it or not, I do want you to get better, Jaden.”

I scoffed at him. “Sure, you do.” I snickered, folding my arms across my chest

and leaning back.

“And I’m not the only one who cares, Jaden. Darren cares very much for yo—”

“Fuck. Him,” I said sharply, cutting him off. I couldn’t give a fuck less about

whether he thought Darren cared about me. The only thing Darren cared about was

controlling me.

Sid rubbed his face in frustration. “I know you’re angry, and I know you’re

depressed, but is this any way to handle it?”

“And how do you suggest I handle it, doc? The same way Darren suggests? He’ll

die first,” I spat.

Sid cleared his throat before squaring his shoulders as if he was ready to give me

some bullshit heart-to-heart speech.

“There is no changing your situation—”

“Wrong,” I dejected.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t still thrive in it.”

I straight up glared at him. Thrive? Was he serious?

“I’m not allowed to thrive. In fact, I’m not even allowed to be having this

conversation with you. Does Darren even know you’re here?”

“No, this conversation is just between you and me.”

“It won’t stay that way for long,” I replied. Darren always found out about

everything.

“Something I’m sure he’ll understand if it doesn’t.”

I snorted. “Yeah, okay,” I said, turning my head to look out the window.

“Jaden, this is no way for you to live your life, and toying with your guards is just

a childish way of distracting yourself from the real problem. You need to focus and

get better. You need to get healthy again. Stronger again. We can