Semua Bab Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Bab 181 - Bab 186

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡My dad told me I'd been in a coma for over a month. By the time I woke up, he’d already held a funeral for me on JT’s order. JT had been held hostage by Tara but managed to escape when she traveled to France for Thanksgiving. I hadn’t even known I had a grandfather—my mother and JT’s dad. JT and my mother had left their family long before I was born. They’d been part of the mafia but wanted no part of it anymore, so they moved to New York and cut all ties. While I was still in a coma, JT discovered a particular drug that the De Crest family had been secretly producing in their lab. He did research on the drugs and used it on me. It slowed my heart to almost nothing. My pulse barely existed. JT believed it would have a reverse effect on me.He also said the only way Tara and her family would leave me alone was if they believed I was dead. So, they buried me alive. When the drugs wore off, my eyes snapped open.And I didn't just wake up the same man I was before Jake

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ I quietly left the hallway, dragging myself upstairs, back into my room. Hayden came to see me afterward. “Hey, nugget.” I forced a thin smile. “I came to check up on you. Since Agnes is leaving for school very soon, you want me around more?” I didn't respond. I just stared. He waited for an answer. I couldn't say a word. A short laugh escaped his mouth. He sat beside me, nervous. “Umm, I don't know how you’re feeling, but I want you to know one thing; you’re never alone. You have your dad, Keith, your relatives, and you’ll always have me. Always. Whatever you want, whatever you need, you let me know. Okay?” I nodded once, tears filling my eyes. He caught a tear that slipped. “I love you, Summer Peterson.” “I love you, Hayden Dylan.” He embraced me like it was the last time he’d ever see me again. Then he kissed my forehead. He didn't tell me what he had discussed with my dad. He just leaned back, his piercing blue eyes taking in every inch of me,

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆There was just silence, and then the call would end. I’d caught myself staring at his photos and watching videos of him more times than I could count. But I never reached out. I tried to, but I was too afraid.By the time a year and a few months had slipped by, things were back to normal. It had been two years since I was rescued from Jake. Today was my last therapy session. I was going to return to school again. I was really excited about it.“Hi. My name is Summer Peterson. I’m 20 years old. I live in Dallas with my amazing dad and my cute little brother, who, I’m afraid, isn’t so little anymore. I’m grateful to be surrounded by loved ones. I used to think there was nothing special about me. But over the years, I realized that I was special. I don’t need validation. I don’t need anyone to make me feel special because I was made special. We all are. My dad told me that what people say about me is an opinion I’m allowed to receive or toss aside. Their words don't defi