All Chapters of Falling for my greatest Nemesis, Killian Blackwood: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

HAZEL POV Sitting at the library, I kept on texting the unknown number from last night. I called the number last night, but no answer. Someone is playing games with me because it wasn’t even a burner phone.After many “Who are you? Why are you doing this? I can’t even harm a fly. Why are you threatening me?” texts, there was still no answer. I tossed my phone down.“This was supposed to be a new start again. Can’t I get a damn peace in this school?” I muttered.My mind drifted back to that package. It’s been months. Could this unknown text and that package be from the same person? I might have at some point, blame Killian for the package, but I still believe he’s not the one.I rubbed my forehead and exhaled. I sensed a tickle at my neck before a hand covered my mouth, and I froze.My eyes widened, my heart beating faster. I fisted my hands. A tongue swiped up my neck before a hot breath hit my cheek.“That’s it. Stay quiet for me, baby.”Killian.I breathed out in relief. At least i

HAZEL POV“My mother was the only one who would beg my father to let me go. She would lie outside that door and talk to me all night to make sure I was okay. I never answered her. I liked it in there. No noise, no people,” he shrugged. “My brother and I were never on the same page because he wanted to impress my dad, so he never spoke against what he did.”“Killian, I’m so sorry.”“Don’t be, Hazel. It shaped me to be who I am today. Yes, I always wanted his approval somehow in my teenage years. It made me do things…” He cut off whatever he wanted to say.“It’s okay if you don’t want to share those memories.” I saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but he masked it.“What about your mum? I assume you spend the holiday with her?”He scoffed, picked up his drink, and took a sip.“She hates me. Said I’m mentally unstable because I beat their favorite son to a pulp.”“What? Why would you do that?”“He said some shit I didn’t like, so…” He tutted.I had not met his brother, and I didn’t know

KILLIAN POVI had never been afraid of blood until it was hers. “Somebody help her!”The emergency doors swung open as I carried Hazel inside, her blood soaking through my shirt and dripping onto the hospital floor.“She’s unconscious. She hit her head.”Nurses rushed toward me, trying to take her from my arms. I didn’t let go.“Sir, you need to put her down.”“She’s not waking up.” My voice sounded nothing like mine.“I know. That’s why you need to let us treat her.”I looked down at Hazel’s face. She was too pale. Too still. “Don’t you fucking die on me, Hazel.”The nurses finally managed to pull her from my arms. I stood there, frozen, watching them wheel her through the emergency doors.“Sir, you need to wait here.”Wait! How the fuck was I supposed to wait? There was blood on my hands. Her blood. I looked down at them, flexing my fingers as if that would somehow make the image disappear. It didn’t.“What’s your name, sir? And your relationship with the patient?”I looked up. A nu

HAZEL POVI stared at him, my heart beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. I had imagined Killian saying a lot of things to me, but never this. Not after everything he had done to me. Not after all the times I had convinced myself that he was the last person I would ever want in my life.“Killian…” I swallowed. “I can’t.”His eyes searched mine for a moment. I could see the disappointment flash across his face, but surprisingly, he didn’t get angry.“Okay.”I blinked. “Okay?”He nodded, leaning back slightly. “Okay.”“That’s it?”“What do you want me to do?” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Beg?”“No.” I shook my head.I looked down at my hands, suddenly feeling guilty. I had expected him to argue, to tell me I was wrong, or maybe even threaten me like he usually did. Instead, he just accepted my answer.“I’m sorry.” I didn’t even know why I was apologizing.“Don’t be sorry for telling me how you feel.” His voice was calm. “You don’t owe me a yes just because I told you how I f

KILLIAN POV I had washed my hands multiple times, but I can still see her blood on my hands. Sitting on my couch in my living room, a scotch in my hand, I stare at nothing. My mind transports me back to that pool where Mia lay—blood pooling out of her head.I scrubbed a hand over my face, closing my eyes, the memories all rushing back. She was just six, and I did nothing as I watched my sister bleed to death that night.“Hazel.” Her name left my lips as I slowly opened my eyes. I won’t let that happen to you. I will protect you as long as I’m alive. I downed the scotch at the same time my phone rang.The name Mum displayed on the phone. I looked at it as it rang multiple times before I picked up.“Killian,” she said with a soft, relieved voice. “How are you doing, baby?”I didn’t answer, so she went on. “I’m sorry, baby. For that night, I didn’t mean any words I said.” Her voice cracked through the phone. “Please forgive me. I don’t want you to shut me out, please. Your brother is fi