“Sir, calm down, or you’ll be escorted off the premises.”“Sir, I’ll have to sedate you if you don’t stop.”“Get that girl out of here. She’s not welcome around my son any longer!”Tears rushed my eyes as a woman poked her head out of the recovery room. And when my eyes landed on Clint’s stepmother, sorrow filled her face again. She mouthed how sorry she was to me. And for a moment, I thought maybe we understood one another.Until someone grabbed my arm.“You can’t be back here if you’re not family. I’m sorry, but romantic partners don’t count. Come with me before you get into any more trouble.”I freely went with the nurse as she led me back out into the E.R. waiting room. And as Michael came up behind me, I started gathering my things. I’d lost my shoe along the way somewhere. Also, my phone. I picked it up and headed for the exit doors, not bothering to hear what Clint’s father was still screaming down the hallways. People stared. Some gawked. Others eavesdropped in order to get th
My curt tone shocked her into silence, and I heard why. I sounded like my father. My voice filled the room like my father. I closed my eyes, trying to swallow down the taste of my father’s voice within my own.“I’m sorry.”She took my hand. “It’s okay.”I shook my head, ignoring the dull pain I still felt. “It’s not.”“You just wanted me to—”“I sounded just like him, and that's not okay. Because my father isn’t an okay kind of man. You and I both know this.”Damn it, I wished I could fucking look at the woman. To read her face. To look in her eyes. To let her know she wasn’t alone in all this.I licked my lips. “What do you mean, he’s like your father?”Cecilia paused. “I’m not sure if I should really be talking about something like that with you.”“Why? Because Dad told you not to? Or because you don’t want to?”And when she fell silent, I knew the reason why.“Don’t let Dad be that control freak with you, okay? He gets it enough with me,” I said.She squeezed my hand. “Your father
I nodded. “We—it—happened so fast, Mom.”“Are you hurt, Raelynn?”“I wish I was, instead of him.”“Oh, sweetheart.”She wrapped her arms around me and I sobbed against her. Iheard myself wailing. I felt my chest heaving. It was almost like an out of body experience. My heart fluttered so wildly I thought I’d burst out from my chest and take off toward the rising sun. My legs locked up, shaking and trembling as my stomach slammed against my ribcage. It felt like my entire body was rebelling. Fighting back after years of being caged.I shook against Mom, soaking her robe with tears as she stroked my back.“I’m right here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”“They ran him off the road, Mom. They wanted to kill him.”“Who did, sweetheart? Who wanted to kill him?”“Those dumbass drunk boys!”I shrieked it so loudly that Mom clung to me tighter. She stood up, pulling me against her as she slowly moved us from the kitchen to the living room. We fell to the couch and she pulled me into her la
I sighed. “Better. But the doctor also just pressed my morphine button, so…”“I was on morphine once, you know. A little ball drip thing fastened around my waist in a fanny pack.”“That when you got your boobs done?”I didn’t catch the question before it flew out of my mouth. But I was kind of glad I didn’t. Because it launched Cecilia into another story of her life I would have never expected from her.“Actually, yes. It was a reconstructive surgery I got when I was twenty. Saved up almost my entire life for it.”I paused. “Reconstructive surgery?”She giggled. “Yep. I left home when I was seventeen, after graduating high school early. And in between part-time classes at the local community college, I took on a job. Saved up as much as I could while living with three other girls in a two-bedroom apartment to save up enough money to have it corrected. And boy, was that a surgery.”“What was the defect?”“Its technical name is ‘tubular hypoplasia,’ or something like that. It essentiall
I sniffled. “I take it Michael filled you in?”She nodded. “On everything. Especially once you didn’t show up at school yesterday.”??I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just—”She squeezed my hand. “No need to apologize, crazytown. I’m not upset. I’m just glad you guys are okay.”“Even Clint?”Michael nodded. “Even Clint.”Allison had the bright idea of picking up fast food and sneaking it into the hospital for Clint. Which shocked me, because that was something she’d do for me. Was it possible they were finally considering Clint part of our group? A friend, even? I hoped so, in the pit of my soul. Allison stuffed the food into her purse after we were done eating, and even managed to prop up a soda in one of her pockets so it wouldn't tip over.And after sneaking through the hospital corridors, we finally found Clint’s room.“Holy sh—”I held up my hand, stopping Michael’s sentence in its tracks. Clint was fast asleep, and no one was in his room. This couldn't have been planned any bette
I slid off to his side. “But, I thought you said—”He sighed. “He and my stepmother got into another fight last night. I mean, a really good fight. The hospital threw them out. I haven’t seen either of them since.”“Then maybe your father is still in town. Just not allowed back in the hospital.”“He called me to let me know he’d be back before I was released.”The flatness of Clint’s voice turned my stomach. I took his hand, lacing our fingers together as I rested my head against his good shoulder. He drew in broken breaths, trying so hard to stay strong when I knew all he wanted to do was be weak.I kissed his arm. “It’s just me. You can let it out.”“He fucking left me, Rae. To rot in this hospital bed. And Cecilia isn’t allowed back in the hospital. At least until tomorrow morning. And I have no one. Just the doctors and the nurse staff who come in here with their pitiful glances and their small talk.”“You have me.”He snickered. “Thank fuck for that.”I nuzzled against him. I wat
I looked over at her as I chewed my food, watching as she set her salad down. She looked at me with pride in her eyes, and I wondered what had her so worked up in all the best ways.“I talked with your father. And meetings are going well. He said he’s going to video conference in tonight and hang around with us. I have the laptop in the car, I’ll just have to go out and bring it up here once he tells me he’s ready. He’s going to text, I’ll get the laptop, then boom! Howard’s here with us.”She beamed with happiness, and I tried to give her the kindest smile I could. But I knew how my father worked. He’d get busy with something, or pissed off at something, and suddenly he’d forget all about me. I didn’t have the slightest bit of hope he’d video conference in, much less remember to text Cecilia about it. But she looked so happy about it. So bright and vibrant with hope.I didn’t have the heart to destroy it.“That sounds great. It’ll be nice to see him.”She picked her salad back up. “H
I mouthed to my stepmother, “He wants to know the money.”Cecilia shook me off. “They say six to eight weeks. Then, a re-evaluation to see if he needs another course of it.”Dad sighed. “Great. I’ll get started on finding a home nurse or something. Which’ll cost me an arm and a leg.”“Howard.”I shot Cecilia an ‘I told you so’ kind of look. For my father, it was all about money. How much I cost him. How much he spent on me. How much it took to apologize. What he had to dip into in order to cover the cost of something I’d done. I had no idea how to speak with my father. Well, scratch that. I knew exactly how to talk to my father. I just didn’t care to. This entire time, all I’d wanted was for my father to come home and take care of me. Come home and visit. Field the doctors since he knew the bulk of my medical history.But, now? Even just this video conference changed my mind.He could stay wherever the hell he was for all I cared.Cecilia whispered. “Howard, be kinder to your son. He’