Syren's Heaven & Hell (The Syren Series Book 2)

by Jennah Thornhill

  Well blow me down like a feather… I was not expecting that in the slightest, knowing that is all he’s going to say on the matter till he’s ready and sorted his own head out I just agree with him and leave it there.

  “Right... yeah, be ready in ten if you're coming with me… which I take as a yeah after everything you’ve just told me.”

  Getting up from the sofa he mumbles something about me being a twat and stalks off to get ready.

  Pulling up outside the main entrance of the hospital, my heart already in my mouth with the fact I'm going get an answer from Allie. When Johnny pipes up..

  “Well rug muncher… you ready for this shit? Let's go see my friend nurse Claire if she hasn't finished her shift yet.” The twat says with a big shit eating grin on his face.

  Slapping the arsewipe on the back I come back with...

  “More to the point are you ready for this shit… I wonder if Karinas going make you wear you bollocks for earrings today, if she does make sure she videos it so I can laugh later.”

  “You really are a sick fuck at times… you know that right?”

  “Yeah but it's so much fun watching you become a pussy over a woman.”

  “You can fucking talk you're just as bad.”

  “Morning my two favourite boys, you come to see how the lovely Allie is getting on?”

  “Well if it isn't my favourite nurse Claire, I've actually come to see you.” He says giving her a little wink. Now that's the Johnny I know. The guy who hasn't got a problem talking to the opposite sex, and can get any woman falling at his knees or dropping their knickers for him. The cocky fucker has made an appearance.

  “What do I have to do today in order for you to let us in before visiting hours kick in?”

  “For you my lovely... Just this once.” She says as she holds her finger up as the number one. “I will let you both in, but only when the doctors been and done his rounds. But for now you can go get a coffee from the coffee shop.”

  “You are a star! And for that I will give you a kiss just because I can.” Johnny then leans over the nurses station and gives Claire a peck on the cheek making her blush as she fans herself down.

  As we walk away in the opposite direction to Allie's room I say to him whilst laughing

  “You slimy bastard.”

  “Needs must my friend, needs must.”

  We’re just about reach the coffee room as Johnny grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop.

  “What the fuck man.” He’s not looking at me but looking straight ahead. I take one guess at who’s got him all flustered, as I turn my head I see karina talking to a guy. My guess would be he’s a doctor as he’s wearing a suit, tie and jacket.

  “Fuck... why does she always show up when I least expect it?” Johnny said.

  “What the fuck you on about dude? You knew she would be here… so don't come all over as if you're shocked to see her.” I spit back at his pansy ass.

  “Yeah I know that, I was just expecting her be in the room with Allie not in the fucking coffee room, I wasn't prepared for that.. This…” He's so flustered he's pacing up and down outside the door.

  “Well suck it up, because she's about to see you and wonder what the fuck you're doing. Oh no… wait… to late you've been clocked.” I say smirking at him.

  Karina‘s got a face like a slapped arse, no doubt because I'm here, but mainly because I've brought Johnny with me again.

  She turns her head back to the doctor as he says something to get her to pay attention. She smiles up at him and nods her head.

  As we make our way towards them I hear the doctor say.

  “I’ll be in to speak with Allie in just a second.” She thanks him but as he's about to walk away from us, he sees us approaching and then turns his attention to us.

  “Connor?… Johnny?…I presume Miss Whitburys boyfriend and friend I've had the pleasure of hearing about you both when I tried telling this young lady she wasn’t allowed to stay.” He says throwing a thumb over his shoulder in Karina’s direction.

  “Well you shouldn't have made things difficult then. You see with me... it's my way or the highway. And you treat people how you want them to treat you!”

  I'm guessing that was aimed at Johnny more than the doctor. As she's giving him some serious evil looks right now… I'm pretty sure if looks alone could kill then Johnny would be a rotting corpse.

  I haven’t got time for their shit right now, they’re grown adults for god sake, they can sort their own shit out. My main priority is in the room down the corridor and I want a quiet little word with this kind doctor about said priority.

  “You two children play nice now whilst I have a quick word the doctor here.” I tell the pair of them, now Johnny’s looking at me as if he could strangle me for leaving him alone with Karina no doubt, but this is important so he will just have to get over it.

  Fifteen minutes later me and the doctor have agreed on a few things that will be best for my Angels recovery, and if I know her half as well as I think I do then she is going to flip her shit at me, But I don’t care. I told her I wasn’t going anywhere and I meant it, now I just need to go get my coffee and let the doctor break the news to her that she will be coming home with me.

  Hopefully he’s told her before I return and she'd have cooled down a bit before I'm allowed into see her.

  I will not calm down…

  I will raise hell and break

  Shit.

  Allie

  “What the bloody hell? Can you repeat what you just said again? Because it sounded an awful lot like you said, I've got to go home with Connor to recover?” I'm seething my blood pressure has properly gone through the roof.

  What the fuck has Connor being doing around here for the last twelve hours.

  “It’s either that or you stay in hospital, which I don't think you want to do, do you Allie?”

  No... I fucking don't but why him? Of all the people in the world why fucking him? I'm a good person why is god being such a twat?

  “Allie if I could have any more time of work to look after you I would, but I've had a few weeks off now and I need go back. Otherwise you could have come home and I'd help you recover.”

  I look over to Karina her face saying it all, I know she would do it if I asked her to, but she's already done so much for me I don't want to ask that off her. Even though going back home to our little apartment we share sounds like heaven. I won't do it. I give her a small yet sad smile telling her my answer before I say anything.

  “Ggggrrr.. Ok… I understand.. How long will it take for me to recover and get back on my feet doctor?” I hope and pray he doesn't tell me something else I don't want to hear.

  I'm already in a mega pissed off mood, anymore bad news will have me wanting to kill someone, mainly the six foot rocker who is currently roaming the halls of this hospital thinking he’s won the battle… yeah well... we’ll soon see, because two can play his game the cocky fucking arsehole.

  Who does he think he is?

  He walks out on me then comes waltzing back in throwing his weight around and demanding shit… aarrrhhh I could kill the the fucking toe rag.

  “Well… with what you've been through, and taking into account how bad your injuries were and the operations you’ve had…” God just tell me already, put me out my goddamn misery. I'm brought back from my thoughts when the doctors continue…

  “At Least three maybe four months, it all depends on your physiotherapy progress. Every case is different so it's hard to say I'm afraid, In your case you need to make sure that leg of your heals properly. And you don't pop your stitches open. So no heavy lifting etc and no falling, hence you need someone there almost twentyfour hours a day seven days a week. Also you will need someone there with you to take you to and from your physiotherapy sessions.”

  He does hold a very valid point, if my leg didn't heal I'd never be able to dance again. So for that reason and that reason alone I swallow my pride. I can't believe I'm about to agree to
this. I must be fucking mad.

  “Ok… I'll do it.” I say very reluctantly. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it. Just as I'm agreeing to this silly idea in walks the devil himself.

  “Morning.” He says all chirpy, It's got be a front. No one can act like that this early in the morning and knowing what he's about to walk into. But then again he would be, he knows he has me over a fucking barrel and this is a sure fire way of him getting what he wants… me with him day and night the bastard.

  Karina swiftly but quietly moves out of the line of fire because she knows if I had something heavy to hand I would be throwing it at his pretty big head right now.

  “What in gods name do you think your bloody playing at Blackwood?” That's right, I second named him so he knows he’s on my shit list.

  Ignoring my scorn he just ever so sweetly says. “Whatever do you mean Angel?”

  “You know exactly what I mean you turd brain you’ve got the doctor releasing me on the condition it's into your care… are you fucking crazy?”

  “Yes, I am crazy Angel, I'm crazy about you I said I wouldn't leave you and I meant it, and I want to make sure you recover with the best physiotherapists and home care I can give you, plus poor Karina here needs to get back to her life, I fucked up when you first woke up Angel but I'm going to make it up to you, so stop being stubborn and just let me take care of you.”

  Receding to the fact that the only way I'm going to get out of this place is if I go along with this ridiculous plan of his I give a simple, “Ok” as an answer, I can’t bring myself to say much more to the arrogant twat. I just haven't got the energy right now to fight him but I won’t let this slide. He may think he’s won but he hasn't.

  A few hours later, Karina’s packed all my stuff up and I'm ready to leave, as a nurse comes into me and hand me my discharge papers to sign under strict orders to do as I'm told. Scanning the papers I notice my hospital bills have been paid for in full, the signature maybe just a scribble but I would recognize that scribble anywhere, I swear that man has a death wish when it comes to me, first he bullies me into staying with him, then he pays my medical bills, what would he do next?

  He’s officially lost the bloody plot.

  Johnny comes into my room seeing if I'm ready to go and must see the frown on my face. “Everything alright Al?”

  Not wanting to sound ungrateful because believe it or not I still have my manners, I just school my features quickly before I reply to him.

  “Yeah, I'm just signing my discharge papers.”

  “The cock waffle paid your medical bills didn’t he? And now you feel uncomfortable about it I'm assuming?”

  He couldn’t of been anymore spot on with his assumptions if he tried.

  “It's not that I'm not grateful because I am, it's just, I'm not used to this John, I've been independent for far too long, I'm used to standing on my own two feet and paying for my needs.” I tell him, some of the fight I felt earlier slowly evaporating.

  Moving over to the chair in the corner he sits and gets himself comfortable before breaking out into a speech I know is coming my way.

  “Look Al, I know we haven’t known each other that long but I've known that cock sucker for quite some time, I've never seen him care or behave like this with a woman the way he does you, he’s not used to all this either, I know what he did when you woke up was a shitty thing to do and trust me he was a mess over it, and he probably doesn’t deserve another chance, but just remember this is all new to him and he’s learning slowly.”

  With that he gets up and leaves my room as Connor enters.

  “Are you ready Angel?”

  “Will you stop calling me Angel… please?” I can't handle it when he calls me that. Not right now it just winds me up even more.

  Nodding his head in agreement, not daring to argue with me, he grabs my bag and lugs it onto his shoulder and grabs the handles of the wheelchair, which I have to leave in due to my stupid leg. I take another look around at the room I've called home over the last few weeks as I say Goodbye to the old me, and hope for the best for future me.

  Two months later

  Jeez, anyone would think I'm disabled. For the last two months he's done nothing but fuss over me, which I’ll be forever grateful for, but fuck if he hasn't started doing my head in. If I've told him once that I'm more than capable of taking myself to the toilet, I must’ve told him a thousand times but he still won’t listen to me… the pig headed twatwaffle isn't letting me do a goddamn thing but lie in the spare bedroom, with shitty day time television and my phone for company.

  I was adamant I was not sleeping in his room with him and that was final. I'm just not ready for that, and it just wouldn't feel right. I make my way to the living room and find Connor isn't in there yet, so I make my myself comfortable on the sofa and breath a sigh of relief that I actually get five minutes peace from his constant mothering.

  I'll give him credit where credits due, I don't know what I would have done without him. He's had Lexi, who’s my physiotherapist coming in everyday to work with me instead of me having to go to her. Apparently, she’s the most sort out physiotherapist to all the A list sportsmen and women in England. We weren’t even on the plane back to London before he was on the phone and barking orders to someone called Jodie to find me the best person for the job before we got home, I later found out the poor woman who was receiving the rather rude mouthful was his assistant... She must be very good at her job because she found me Lexi,who has got me to the point where I can almost walk on my own without having my crutches or someone to assist me. I'm weeks ahead of my progress and when I went to see the doctor at the hospital last week for a checkup, he was very surprised at how far I had actually come since leaving Austria and it's thanks to all three of them. Hopefully in the next couple of weeks I'll be fully fit and back on my feet and I can go back home.

  I've missed my apartment and I miss Karina. She hasn't really seen me since I left the hospital, apart from the odd text here and there. I know why, it's not because she doesn't want to. It's because she doesn't want to risk bumping into Johnny. She's my best friend and I would do anything for her, but if I do get back with Connor then she will have to get over whatever this is with him, and vise versa. The tension is shocking when they're both in the same room, she looks like she wants to kill him and he just looks like a deer in headlights.

  I'm brought back from my thoughts when Connor walks in the room.

  “Hey, how you feeling this morning?” I hear Connor ask from behind me.

  Brilliant there goes my five minutes peace.

  I look up at him and my mouth almost hits the floor. He’s walking round with nothing but a towel around his waist, fresh from the shower, water running down his neck, over his pecs and straight towards his V line… and it's gone. What I would give to be one of them right now. I try my best to act like him standing there like that doesn't have any effect on me whatsoever and hope he doesn't notice when I stutter.

  “Ermm..” I cough as I try to clear my throat. “Yeah… yeah I'm fine thanks my leg isn't hurting me as much this morning, so I was thinking I might go for a little walk, maybe walk around the block. I don’t want to do myself more damage but if I stay cooped up in here much longer I'm going to go stir crazy.” Ok I'm just blabbering on now.

  “First off.. It's to early in a morning to remember everything you’ve just said, secondly.. You look more like yourself today so if you think it'll do you some good... go for it. I can shove some clothes on and come with you if you like…”

  “No.” I shout cutting him off. “I mean... no it's fine I… I… can go myself I think a little fresh air will do me some good…but thanks though.” Bloody hell why is he getting under my skin. I almost told him not to put clothes on. I blame it on my libido, I've not had any sex in what feels like forever. I need to make myself scarce before I decide to do something stupid or that I might regret.

  I get up off the sofa and make my way to my room to get ready for
my walk.

  Ten minutes later I'm ready and out the door as I shout to Connor over my shoulder..

  “I’ll be back in ten, fifteen minutes Con…” I don't wait for a reply as I shut the door to the apartment and make my way down to the foyer and out the main entrance. Throwing a ‘Hello’ to Bryan the concierge, who mans the desk for all the residents in the building.

  I make a right turn as the fresh morning air hits my face. This is what I needed.

  Space.

  Time on my own to just breathe.

  No physio. And certainly no Connor Blackwood.

  As I'm passing all the shops I have a glance in one of the shop windows, when I think I see someone standing on the opposite side of the road, watching me. My hairs stand to attention on the back of my neck, I quickly turn to carry on with my walk as if I haven't noticed them, but the feeling doesn't go away, in fact it gets more intense. I take a glance over my shoulder but see no one there. Maybe it's all in my head because of what's happened to me. Whatever it is I don't like it, so I make a left and come back around on myself, making my way back towards the apartment, not walking, but not running either as my leg wouldn't allow it. I couldn't get back to the building quick enough.

  Maybe Connor should’ve come with me after all.

  Meeting you was fate,