His 16th Face
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Christian shouldn't have kissed me. It didn't matter that I asked him to because I was only fourteen¸ because my parents were dead¸ because I was dying of heart disease¸ and because I was in his care. My heart monitors rang my heartbeats per minute and the nurses were running to see if I was okay. He made my heart beat like that. He said he was wrong as he dropped me on the bed.
Then he said something I didn't expect. He was removing me from the hospital. He was taking me somewhere else for my operation.
When I woke up from that operation¸ I was all better¸ but why? Wasn't I on the brink of death? How did he save me?
He wouldn't say.
After years of being in his care¸ the only thing I knew for certain was that Christian Henderson was not his real name.
Christian shouldn't have kissed me. It didn't matter that I asked him to because I was only fourteen¸ because my parents were dead¸ because I was dying of heart disease¸ and because I was in his care. My heart monitors rang my heartbeats per minute and the nurses were running to see if I was okay. He made my heart beat like that. He said he was wrong as he dropped me on the bed.
Then he said something I didn't expect. He was removing me from the hospital. He was taking me somewhere else for my operation.
When I woke up from that operation¸ I was all better¸ but why? Wasn't I on the brink of death? How did he save me?
He wouldn't say.
After years of being in his care¸ the only thing I knew for certain was that Christian Henderson was not his real name.