Cowgirl Up 2 (Sequel) ✔️

Chapter Forty One

I got out of bed for the second time, clenching my jaw tightly against the pain that lanced in my right wrist.
What the hell did I do wrong with that punch?
This has never happened before!
Though I guess I haven't punched a grown man in the face before...
I tip toed out into the living area of the cottage, hoping a walk would help to take my mind off the pain.
I half wanted Blayze home, yet the other half of me dreaded him coming home and finding out about this mess.
Tyron barely got to touch me and he definitely didn't get to kiss me, but it still wasn't going to be fun to report the night's events to Blayze.
He would hit the roof.
And the next time he saw Tyron, I was willing to bet there was a good chance that he'd punch him even harder than Heath did.
I glanced over at the couch where I could just make out Hayley's sleeping form bundled up under a blanket.
In her slightly drunken state, she'd offered to crash the night and be my wingman when I talked to Blayze about what happened.
I tip toed over to the kitchen in search of a drink.
I flicked the light on and flinched at the brightness.
Ouch.
Finally my eyes didn't burn, so I turned my gaze towards the clock up on the wall.
I groaned.
3:45AM.
With a sigh, I grabbed a glass out of the drying rack and set it onto the counter, then crossed to the fridge and opened the door.
Why does it have to hurt so god damn bad?!
If I wasn't pregnant, I would have sucked down some Panadol and/or Nurofen by now.
As it was, I wasn't sure I was allowed to have those medicines anymore.
I half filled my glass with milk and returned the carton to the fridge.

The pain wasn't letting up.
I was walking laps and circles around the floor of the cottage, gently cupping my right hand to my chest, willing the pain to go away.
My eyes were burning with the need to sleep and/or cry, but I knew I couldn't sleep while my arm hurt so badly.
It was now after four AM.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my keys off the dining table and headed for the door, sliding my sock covered feet into the pair of boots I'd left at the door when we'd come home.
I couldn't care less if flanallette pyjamas, a hoodie I'd borrowed/stolen from Blayze and cowboy boots made me look like a total bogan.
My Mum wasn't likely to mind me waking her.
I slipped out of the cottage, attempting to be as quiet as possible as I closed the door behind me.
I clambered my way into my car and started it rather awkwardly with my left hand, reaching across my belly and the steering wheel to get to the ignition.
Once I backed the car out of the parking space and turned it around in a reverse U-turn, I maneuvered the gear stick from R to D and gently put my foot down on the accelerator.
It was now almost 4:30 in the morning and the sky was still pitch black as far as the eye could see.
As I slowly drove, I caught sight of lights on in a few of the windows of Uncle Lukas and Aunty Bridey's house.
Maybe Uncle Lukas was taking after Grandpa in the early starts...
Uncle Lukas and Aunty Bridey's house was closer than the main house, so I steered the Ute that way, hoping somebody up there could help me.
I scurried my way up to Uncle Lukas and Aunty Bridey's front door and used my left hand to awkwardly knock on the wood.
A few moments later the door swung open, revealing my Uncle's tall form silhouetted in the golden light from the hallway.
I broke, my pain and exhaustion taking over me.
Hot tear's streamed out of my eyes and my lower lip trembled.
"What the hell happened?"
My Uncle's green gaze snapped over my head towards the outlying farm yard, as if he was trying to spot something out of the ordinary.
I stumbled forward and into his chest, wrapping my left arm around his back and burying my face into the fabric of his jumper.
"C'mon inside."
Uncle Lukas urged and pulled me into the house.
He shut the front door behind me and I felt marginally warmer now that the cold air was closed out.

"Drink and swallow."
Uncle Lukas urged, placing a gently steaming mug that smelt like tea in front of me and a few telltale tablets.
"But am I allowed to have them?"
My voice was weak as I lifted my gaze to look at his face.
"Yes."
He promised me, pulling out a chair to join me at their dining table.
I wasn't sold on the idea as I eyed the awaiting tablets.
I badly wanted to kill the pain.
But I did not want to risk any harm to my Baby.
"Bailey are you okay?"
Both Uncle Lukas and I looked towards the hallway as Aunty Bridey stepped into the room, a fluffy dressing gown wrapped around her body.
"My hand and wrist really, really, really, really, really hurts."
I squeaked, tears stinging my eyes.
"As I said, take the painkillers."
Uncle Lukas insisted, nodding pointedly towards the pills.
"You are completely fine to take a few tablets."
Aunty Bridey soothed, stopping alongside Uncle Lukas' chair and placing an arm around his shoulder's.
Well, Bridey has had four healthy kids.
She should know if I can have the tablets or not.
I scooped up the pills, tipped them into my mouth and lifted the cup of tea to swallow them down.
"Is Blayze home?"
Uncle Lukas questioned.
More tears splashed onto my cheeks and I shook my head.
"Are you gonna start tellin' me this story?"
He prompted.
My throat felt thick.
I really didn't want to have to tell the story.
But maybe a practice run on Uncle Lukas would make it easier to tell Blayze...
"I'm gonna make a coffee."
Aunty Bridey murmured and headed for the kitchen.