Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 11

Gabby's POV

Sleep is supposed to be peaceful and restful. The concept is magic, really. After a long hard day of living in this fucked up world, you get to disappear into a black hole and wake up feeling like a new person.

That's how sleep is supposed to work, but not this time. This time, I woke up feeling worse than when I went to sleep. Now that the shock has worn off, sleep has revealed a deep feeling of... I don't even know what the hell to call it.

I guess the simplest explanation is that I feel empty. But not in a numb way. I feel like somebody scooped out all of my insides and took them for himself. I feel empty in a way that only allows me to see the way I caused this. To see the way my past finally caught up to me.

I was stupid to think I could outrun it.

I lay still on this bed that belongs to someone I am too good for, even if we are just friends. He's not here, which I expected because of course he'd leave. Nobody could stand to be in the same room as me now. I'm sure I look hideous. I'm sure the bruise around my eye has cascaded down my cheekbone and up to my forehead and I probably look like a one-eyed monster because I realize I am only seeing plaid cover below me through one eye.

Nobody wants me like this. But I have to be okay with it because this was my fault. I did this to myself.

It was only a matter of time before this happened. It happens to all street girls. It's just karma

As I lay in this bed drowning in my emptiness and self-loathing, the door creeks, and I nearly jump out of my skin. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Clove says as she steps into the room. The room I have no business being in. "Can I come in?" She asks after I remain silent.

"I guess," I whisper. She shouldn't be asking me, though because I don't belong here. I don't even belong in this clubhouse. They are too good to me.

"I'm sorry to barge in, but I knew you were awake. Would it be okay if I look you over real quick? Just to make sure you're okay."

Okay? No, I'm not okay. I'm not even human.

"How did you know I was awake?" I question as I realize what she just said.

"Okay, don't hate me, but..." she says as she holds up a white baby monitor that was on the nightstand.

"It's fine," I dismiss. Honestly, I should chuckle because it was kind of genius. I know she didn't want to wake me, but I also know she's a nurse so she was itching to check on me. I should give her points for creativity, but I can't bring myself to care enough. About anything.

"Where are you hurt?" she asks as she sits on the edge of the bed.

"He got me in the eye and I think I broke a rib on the table," I state robotically.

"You mind if I?" She asks as she gestures to the hem of the T-shirt I'm wearing. His t-shirt.

I don't reply, I only nod as I sit up in bed and I finally register the pain in my side. I take in a sharp breath as she lifts the hem of the shirt and my eyes widen at the swirl of blue and purple covering my entire right side.

Like I said early, hideous.

"We have an X-ray machine in the clinic," she starts but I shake my head.

"I know it's broken and I'm still breathing so it didn't puncture a lung." I don't want to move from this bed. I just want to disappear into the blanket that doesn't belong to me but smells like him.

"We'll get it tomorrow then."

"How bad is my eye?"

"It's swollen and red, but that's normal given the bruising. Can you see out of it?"