Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 180

Bailey could be called a real whizz at domestic chores. He used to whip up meals for me quite often.

It had been a while since I last tasted his cooking I guess trying it again wouldn’t hurt.

“All right, my folks will be back soon. Why don’t you start cooking so we can all eat together?” I set down my cello, stretching my stiff shoulders and

orms.

Bailey nodded and headed downstairs to cook while I went and had a relaxing bath, looking forward to a good night’s sleep after dinner.

By the time my parents returned, Bailey had prepared a few homely dishes that smelled delicious. My mom invited him to join us, but he declined.

“You should head home and get some rest then.” I said.

“Okay” Bailey looked at me, seeming like be wanted to say something, but ended up just sighing helplessly before leaving

I’ve been feeling pretty laid back recently, lazing around doing nothing much. After dinner, I went upstairs to bed, picked up a book, and began to read.

It wasn’t until Alicia appeared at my bedroom door that I thought I was hallucinating.

Alicia came in, shutting the door behind her and locking it.

“Ali, what brings you here?” I tossed the book aside, asking in surprise.

“Neil’s been injured. Stella called your driver to let you know. Didn’t you get the message?” Alicia sat down by my bed, “She and Mitch are at the hospital now, too scared to inform Neil’s parents, and they can’t let the media find out”

I was taken aback, “Neil is hurt? Is it serious?”

“It’s pretty bad. That’s why I came to tell you,” Alicia sighed heavily, “He’s got a head injury and needs hospitalization.”

I was shocked. How did Neil end up getting hit on the head?

wasn’t going to help.

should rest and stop drinking

have asked me to find you. We all don’t want any more issues between you and Neil Alicia

wasn’t him being stubborn; he was just upset

had insisted on tormenting himself like this, it was not going to be the last

Alicia’s phone rang It was Mitch. He spoke a few words and then

medicine or get his shots.” Mitch pleaded desperately, “I understand this may cause you trouble, but we really don’t

“It’s his own damn

good friends for many years. Seeing him hurt like this really breaks

and remembering how I stood

his mind right now, I can’t guarantee if my words will have

further when you get

clothes, then asked, ‘Are you still planning on going? Why can’t you just cut him off completely and not care about anything?”

made a bitter face, “I stood him up a few days ago. This is one of the indirect reasons he’s been drinking heavily.

looking concerned about my future.

we found Sean there too, chatting

seemed to be getting

me and my friends go out for a late–night snack; he promised he’d make sure Rena gets

If I were to go, there would be Stella, possibly

there’s another friend of mine going with us too, the four

the four of us, my parents immediately relaxed, “All right, Rena,

“Okay” I agreed.

Sean. Once we got in the car, we

Cooper standing guard. There were quite a few blood stains on the white hospital bed. The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of blood was pungent.

he was lying on his side with blood flowing onto the pillow, staining it a

you’re here!” Mitch’s eyes instantly lit up.

seemed to stir a bit when he heard

straight over to the bed. After carefully examining his wound, I asked, “How old are you? Still getting drunk and getting into fights, you’re the only son

eyes were tightly shut, dried blood still stained his long, thick