Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(12)

Eyes focus on me again as I make my way toward the elevator, the same nurses as before, watching me and trying to decide who should come talk to me.

That gets broken up when Jase walks past and tells them to get busy. One of the nurses gives him a dirty look, but they all scatter anyway and go their separate ways.

The elevator opens and I’m not surprised when Jase steps in after me.

Smiling to myself, I press the button to the lobby and wait for him to speak, because I know he has something to say. He’s threatened by me.

The ride down is silent. I keep my eyes on him, letting him know that I’m waiting for him to tell me what’s on his mind.

It’s not until the elevator doors open that he finally speaks. “Stay away from Meadow. She’s mine.”

Smiling, I step out of the elevator and catch the door right as it’s about to close. He looks up at me, surprised. “She won’t be for long.”

I turn and walk away, knowing that this asshole is full of shit.

I’m not going anywhere until Meadow tells me to and the look in her eyes whenever I’m around, tells me that it won’t be anytime fucking soon . . .





Styx

THE PERSON IN FRONT OF me is driving like an asshole, slamming on their brakes every few minutes. All it’s doing is pissing me off and testing my patience.

“What the fuck!” I yell out in frustration when they do it again, almost causing me to slam into them.

I’m so close to jumping off my motorcycle at the next stoplight and teaching this fucker how to drive.

They’re riding the ass of the Honda in front of them and that’s when I notice that the Honda is brake checking the idiot in front of me.

Frustrated as all hell, I go to switch lanes, just to have the asshole in front of me decide at the last second that they want to get over, without looking first.

The car swipes the front tire of my motorcycle, making me lose control. My helmet takes a hard hit, bouncing off the street, before I slide across the road with my motorcycle half way on top of me.

“Fuck!” I scream out in pain once I come to a stop, and punch the road, pissed off that the asshole in front of me just hit me.

My motorcycle is further down the side of the road all banged up, causing other cars to slam on their brakes and stop to check on me.

I feel the pain radiate up into my shinbone, when I roll over and attempt to stand to my feet. I most likely have a broken ankle. I’ve felt this pain before. More times than I’d like to admit. I have my father to thank for that.

Fuck! I take my helmet off and slam it down, fighting to control my anger.

“Don’t move!” An older guy yells when he reaches me. “You hit your head pretty hard. I called 9-1-1. Stay still, you might’ve hurt your back or neck.”

One of the other drivers that saw what happened is arguing with the asshole that hit me and I want nothing more than to hobble other there my damn self and give him a piece of my mind, but there’s two people fighting to keep me still now.

Thankful for the husband and wife who cared enough to stop and help me, I don’t fight them to move. I just lay here and wait for the ambulance to arrive, telling myself that I’ll find that fucker and kick his ass later.

After I get asked a few questions and hoisted into the back of the ambulance, I give them orders to take me back to Meadow’s hospital. They want to take me somewhere else, but I tell them to fuck off and take me where I want them to.

I know if I complain enough that they’ll do it and they do.

Once I get to the emergency room, and give them a short medical history and answer some more questions, I get an X-ray that comes back as a small break to my ankle and am told that I’m stuck in this fucking walking boot for up to six weeks. I hope like hell it’s a lot less time than that or else I’ll be spending my time dancing in a damn chair.

I’m given some medication for the pain after a while and then moved up to the third floor, to make space in the emergency room.

Since I hit my head pretty good, they want to keep me over night so that someone can be around to wake me up every few hours.

I keep looking for Meadow as they roll me down the hall and into my room and it isn’t until right after I get into my room, that I see Meadow walk past, stopping as soon as her eyes land on me.

For as long as I’ve been here, it has to be about time for her shift to end by now.

I can hear her outside talking to another nurse, but can’t make out what they’re saying. All I know is that she sounds concerned and keeps telling the other nurse that she’s fine.

Closing my eyes, I let out a small breath and run my hands through my hair, frustrated by this whole situation.

I should’ve been picking Meadow up on my motorcycle right about now and getting her the hell away from everyone so we could be alone.