~*Chapter Thirteen*~
~*Jaylon’s p.o.v*~
I was at the hospital within five minutes. It was only 12:38 when I arrived, but extra time was a good thing. It gave me more time to give someone the check, and gave Cecily less time to say no. I don’t care if she doesn’t want it anymore. Her not being okay isn’t okay with me. I burst through the doors and marched straight to the front desk.
“Hi, I’m looking for Cecily Kingston,” I muttered, out of breath.
“Oh yes, she’s in room 124, sweetie pie,” the nurse stretched out her old, feeble hand and handed me a visitor’s pass. In return, I handed her the check for $5,000. She looked confused.
“It’s for her surgery; please give it to the doctor.” I nodded at her and ran down the halls, towards Cecily’s room. When I bolted through the door, Cecily was talking to the doctor, about surgery.
“I’m paying for it,” I blurted out, not really knowing if that’s even what they were talking about. “And I don’t care if you don’t want me too. I already gave the nurse the check. You need it. You will be okay.” The doctor looked over his reading glasses and smirked.
“Well, then let’s schedule a surgery date,” he nodded and lead me to the chair. Cecily glared at me then smiled and lipped ‘thank you’.
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After about ten minutes, the surgery date had been scheduled and Cecily was released from the hospital. I offered to give Cecily a ride, which she accepted, and decided the car ride was a good time to try to get the incident out of her. I got her into the truck and just sat there.
“Are you gonna go?” She joked.
“Not until you tell me what happened.” I said, staring at the trees ahead of us, “the real story.”
“It’s nothing. Really, just don’t worr-“
“Stop, damn it! You know it isn’t ‘nothing’! Just tell me!” I yelled, frustrated. “You know you can tell me anything.”
Silence. Silence was her response. After about 5 minutes of it, she sighed.
“It’s my dad, okay?” She looked at me, tears in her eyes. “It’s no big deal.”
“What?” I asked, confused. I started the truck and whipped out of the parking lot. “I’m getting you out.”
The normally ten minute trip from the hospital to Cecily’s apartment building was only three minutes. I jumped out of the truck and stormed in the building.
“Is Brice Kingston available?” I asked the elder man at the front desk.
“No, I’m sorry sir. He’s not here right now.” He responded.
“Perfect.” I bolted up the stairs and to the Kingston residence. The door was still unlocked, so I simply invited myself in. I grabbed a few suitcases out of a closet and packed all of Cecily’s things. Every last shirt and shampoo bottle. I wasn’t letting her live like this anymore.
“Jaylon Hightower, why do you have suitcases? More importantly, my suitcases?” Cecily questioned. I started the car and headed towards my house before I answered.
“Your things. You’re not living like this.” I pulled into my drive way and ran up to my room, packed my bags, bid my mother goodbye and told her I would be back, grabbed my wallet, and ran back out to the truck.
“Where are we going?!” Cecily yelled, demanding I tell her.
“Away.” I pulled out of the driveway and started driving. I wasn’t quite sure where, but we were getting out of here. It didn’t matter where. Just anywhere but here.
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