His Girl

53 ~ Morte?

Courtney's POV

After strings of Spanish, six phone calls, screaming matches in Italian, very colourful words and Spencer punching a hole in his door, I was in Spencer's car heading back to their work place.

I lean against the door and stare out the window. Why am I going back? Am I going back permanently?

My daydreams explode when I feel someone lifting me up. The person, carries me into a building and down a flight of stairs. I hear screaming from down a corridor and gulp. Where are we going? Are they going to kill me?

As we walk past another open door, I look inside and immediately regret it. There were two dead bodies, if you could call what was left of them bodies, laying on tables. What is this? Why am I here?

I wiggle around trying to get out of the person's grasp but it doesn't work. "Stop moving," Spencer hisses. Why is he so angry? They are going to kill me! Oh God! This is the end. This is the end of my life.

I close my eyes and tears slowly slide down my cheeks. Why me? Why is my life such a total fuck up?

I feel someone lay me down but I keep my eyes closed. I hope they just finish this quickly.

I hear a conversation in Spanish but death doesn't come yet. I slowly open my eyes to see Lorenzo, Alessandro and Ashton. Where's Spencer? As I'm about to close my eyes again, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I move my head to see Spencer, sitting next to me, texting someone. What am I doing in here?

The door flies open and in walks another man. Why are they so many in this room? Does it really take that many men to kill me?

But the man walks over to the bed and bends down to look me in the eye. "Are you ok if we do an X-ray on your knee."

They're going to do an X-ray? An X-ray? They're not going to kill me? But what is wrong with my knee? It's just swollen.

My thoughts break as Spencer touches my shoulder. "He's waiting for an answer," he whispers in my ear making me shiver.

I slowly nod and blink back more tears. Why am I crying? They're not going to kill me.

"Alright, let's get started." He says. As I stare around the room, I realise the X-ray machine hanging from the roof. Why do they have an X-ray machine? Where am I? They must have X-ray machines so they don't have to keep going to hospital. That's kinda smart. They have almost a whole hospital here.

Finally he gets the X-rays he wants and Spencer comes back in the room. "Does it hurt much?" He asks, gently running his fingers over my knee.

I bite my lip and slowly shake my head. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, tracing patterns on my leg. Why is he sorry? Are they going to kill me? Come on, stress less Courtney.

"Alright we have found the problem. Your knee cap is weak from the trauma you sustained. That's not much we can do. Surgery may or may not work."

Great! My whole knee cap is weak because of my fucked up life! Well there's goes getting out of this and pursuing sports career. Best news I've head all day! Tears slowly slid down my cheeks. My life is a total fuck up.

"Alright thanks Sahib. Is there anything you can do that doesn't involve surgery?"

"A knee brace is all I can suggest. The injury will most likely be permanent but you can try to strengthen the muscles." Sahib replies. Who is Sahib? Just some random mafia guy? Or someone else?

"Alright thanks. I'll see you later fratello." Brother? As in like brother or close friend?

I remain lying on the bed, staring up at the roof. Why is this my life? Why do I go through this much shit? Why me?

Sahib comes back with a metal knee brace. Well that looks uncomfortable.

"What if I refuse to wear it?" I ask.

Spencer spins around and glares at me. "Courtney don't make this more difficult. I mean I won't make you wear because it's not my knee. If you want to complete screw your own knee go ahead."

"I'm sorry I didn't fucking screw my own knee. I had it screwed for me. Littering screwed. With a screwdriver and screw! So don't fucking tell me I screwed my own knee because I didn't!" I snap and attempt to roll over. As soon as my knee hits the bed I cry out in pain. Fuck that hurt!

"Just get the brace on her. I'll hold her down if I have to," I hear Spencer mumble. Well there goes 'I won't make you wear it.'

Next thing I know Sahib is sitting on my shins, holding down my right knee. Before I can react, Spencer grabs my arms and holds them above my head. Tears slowly slid down my cheeks but I blink them away.

Relax Courtney. They're just putting on a knee brace because you were being difficult. They aren't going to do anything. They aren't as bad as everyone else. They give you chocolate biscuits on planes. Relax Courtney

Sahib attaches the brace and tightens the straps. It's not that uncomfortable I suppose. He gets off my legs but Spencer doesn't release my hands. Tears slowly slide down my cheeks and I try to blink them away. You just snapped at him. This isn't going to end well. You idiot Courtney!

"Ehi! Darle una pausa," I hear Sahib mutter. Spencer releases my hands and I break down sobbing again. (Translation: Hey! Give her a break.)

"Hey, hey. You're ok," Spencer says, rubbing my head. "It's alright. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's ok."

But I'm not ok. It's not alright and is not ok. It will never be ok. Things will never be alright. My fucked up life can never be ok. Things don't go ok with me. Things just go from bad to worst in my life.