“I’m okay,” I said as I looked back toward the hospital bed. I turned my head and looked up to find Jett staring at me with concern. Anyone that knew him understood that, and we’d all learned to stop questioning why he lived that way, because he never shared his reasons.Ī strong arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me against a strong body. He looked so weak, and I knew if he was alert enough, being so vulnerable would only piss him off. White bandages were wrapped tightly around his head, and the bruising that covered his face was heartbreaking. The rest of our friends stood around whispering, but I couldn’t focus on their words. I stood in the doorway of the hospital room staring at Jude. The last thing I remembered was my cheek hitting the pavement hard before I took yet another kick to the head. The blows fell hard and fast, giving me no time to prepare for the impact or ward off the punches. I tried to fight back, but they were on me too thick. I was still dizzy as hell from the blows, and the nausea was hard to fight down.īefore I could brace myself, they came at me from all directions. Too bad you need an army of piss-stain fuckers to take me down.” I was bluffing a little here. “What’s wrong, Jude? I thought you were better than this.” Drake chuckled, and the others joined him. He didn’t care about being deemed the winner of a fight, just the thrill of being in control. There were at least three assholes with him, maybe more. When I heard cocky laughter, I realized Drake wasn’t alone. Anger shot through me as I launched myself at him, only to take yet another hard blow to the left side of my head.
I always knew the fucker played dirty, and this attack had truly confirmed it. Doing my best to get my bearings, I pushed off the door and turned to face my assaulter.ĭrake smirked back at me in satisfaction. I staggered to the side, then fell against the door as white flashes exploded through my head and my vision blurred. When I reached out to take the handle, something hard struck me on the back of the head. The back door of the building looked as rundown as it always did as I approached it. The only illumination was a distant streetlight that was swallowed up by the taller building on each side of Mason’s place. Walking up the dark alley, I tucked my phone in my bag and pulled the strap securely over my head to place it on my shoulder. It was time to become fierce and untouchable, and it was time to win. No longer could I think of dolls and my sweet five-year-old niece or how cute Matty was when he was pretending to be a superhero. Pushing open the door to my old, beat-up Impala, I put on my game face. I grabbed the handle on the Wal-Mart bag and replaced it on the center of the seat, smiling like a fool as I allowed myself to imagine her squeals of joy tomorrow when she opened her new doll.īut my phone ringing in the darkened car brought me back to reality and the fact that I had a fight to attend.
That was actually how I felt about the both of them they had shed enough tears in their short lives. All she had to do was shed a few tears and I was instantly doing whatever it took to bring back her toothless smile. Zoey knew she had me wrapped around her little finger.
Matthew had ruined more than one of her dolls that boy had a destructive side. I had left early, after getting everyone to bed, so I’d have enough time to grab her a replacement. After pulling into the parking lot at Mason’s, the bar I fought at often, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, causing the shopping bag holding Zoey’s brand-new doll to fall to the floorboard.
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