Chapter 21 - Survivor

*Flashback*

“So you're not done washing my car you bastard?!”

Luke slams his fists into Hardin's face and he spits out blood as he falls to the ground.

“Oh. I see you're trying to rile me up huh?! Did you do this to get my attention? You seriously think my sister loves a lowlife like you huh?!"

Another punch is thrown at him and he groans in pain spitting out more blood.

“You. I'm going to deal with you so much today that you won't be able to fucking walk!!”

…

Hardin opens his eyes and breathes heavily. He was soaked in sweat as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. He takes a quick look around and sees the familiar paintings on his room walls.

He was home and safe.

“Sir! Are you awake?”

Hardin knew who was speaking before he even turned his head to look. Layla had a worried expression on her face as she stood at his bedside with a weary smile. She lets out a relieved sigh once she saw he was staring at her.

She brings a glass of water to his lips which he slowly drinks. Hardin