I Hate You . . . I Think

Chinese Food and Die Hard

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Chapter 24: Chinese Food and Die Hard

Seth

Friday morning I am running around the garage, trying to work as fast as I possibly can so that I can get off work and spend time with my girlfriend. I am under a car and am tightening a pipe so fast that I accidentally drop the wrench on my forehead. My head slams onto the concrete floor and white lights burst out all around me.

“Mother fucker!” I yell and slide out from the underside of the car. I press my palm to my forehead which is throbbing. Over the pounding in my ears, I can hear Jason’s fucking laughing. 

“Shut up man!” I groan out and sit up. The room spins a little bit and I have to lie back down.  “Oh fuck,” I groan.

Jason comes up next to me and waves his hand in front of my face. My vision blurs a little and I close my eyes to make the spinning stop.

“Dude, you might have a concussion,” Jason mumbles. I feel him touch the bump on my heart, and lights blur in front of my eyes. I swat his hand away and lie back down. “Okay, you need to go to the hospital and get checked out.”

“I can’t dude! I have a date with Low tonight,” I mumble.

“Yeah, well it won’t be much of a date if you can barely walk. Come on, I’ll drive.”

Jason helps me stand up and walk over to his car. He turns the key in the ignition and rap starts baring through the speakers. Oh my fucking god! I turn the volume down and relax back into my seat. Now I understand why Low hates the stuff so much. It’s so damn annoying.

Damn it! 

I am sitting in a stupid wheel chair as Jason rolls me out of the hospital doors. Normally I would never be seen rolling out in the stupid thing, but it’s ‘hospital policy.’ The nurse had to practically shove me into the damn thing. I squint my eyes at the setting sun and the throbbing in my head lessens slightly.

Once I am in the car, Jason drives me back to my house. My truck is parked at the garage but there is no way that I could drive the thing back right now. Jason drops me off in my driveway and I go inside. The boys are in the living room wrestling and my mom is in the kitchen.  I walk in the room to see her giggling at a text. What the heck?

“Hey mom.”

She quickly shuts her phone and looks up at me.

“Hey baby, what are you doing home. I thought you worked until four?”

“Yeah, I was supposed to but I dropped a wrench on my head. Jason took me to the doctor and he said that I have a slight concussion.”

“Oh my god,” she squeals loudly, causing me to wince. She flips the edges of my hair back and pokes the lump on my head. She races over to the fridge and pulls out an ice pack. She lowers it onto the black and blue lump.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah I guess. I was supposed to have a date tonight with Low, but the doctor said that I need to rest, so I guess that’s off,” I growl.

My moms phone rings again and she open it to look at the text. Her cheeks turn red and she bites her lip slightly. Okay, I have never seen my mom act that way.