Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Sixty-Three

Part Sixty-Three

"What happened?!" Emma asks as soon as I sit in the car.

"Greg," I whisper, wiping the tears that unintentionally fall from my eyes.

"Greg Hobbs did this to you? That son of a bitch!" she yells, driving away and turning up the heat. She asks me the inevitable question of why I went to her and not Harry.

"I can't face him. He'll be mad that I didn't call him."

She nods understandingly and we pull into her tiny little house with her parents. "The parents aren't home for a week so you should be able to stay here. I'm sorry he got to you again. This is horrible."

"Thank you Emma."

She smiles and parks, both of us getting out but I limp to the door. Emma frowns and opens the door for me, both of us getting into the house.

"Let's watch some movies to help get your mind off things."

I nod, and she gets the ice cream and chips, setting up the living room to have a movie night. I relax, Emma getting me ice for my cheek and right hip, the ice soothing the pain.

My phone keeps ringing off the hook, Harry's name and number popping up almost every minute. Soon becoming irritated, I shut my phone off and turn back to the TV, the door bell ringing soon.

Emma gets up and answers, two other girls running in. "Beth, I heard you got hurt. Are you feeling okay?" Gabby gushes, walking to me and kneeling next to me.

"I'm getting better. I can't really move my leg."

They all make a sad face and come next to me, hugging me. We spend the rest of the night watching movies, soon falling asleep on the ground together.

I wake up and Emma is sitting on the couch eating cereal, looking down at me. "How you feeling B?" she asks, my left side hurting.

"Not so good."

She nods and tells me she'll stop by work and say I'm not feeling well. I thank her and lay back down, turning my phone on.

54 messages and 62 missed calls. All from Harry.

I miss him. I really do, but I don't want him to see me like this. I'm broken and he'll be mad.

"Do you think he broke your rib?" she asks, my shoulders shrugging.

"They hurt really bad."

She presses her lips in a thin line and stands, helping me stand up. My leg feels better, but my rib hurts and my cheek stings. I grab her hand and she helps me to the kitchen, letting me sit on the chair. She asks me to lift me shirt and I do so, her eyes observing my ribs.

"Nothing noticeable but we can go get it checked out," she offers, my head nodding.

The familiar tone of my ringtone rings through the house and Morgan throws it against the wall. Luckily, I have an indestructible case on it.

"Beth, that damn phone needs to shut up."

I laugh and it hurts, my left side feeling punctured. Emma nods at me and I agree, Harry's persistence is only because he cares.

"Let me wait until I get this checked out," I tell her, Morgan still groaning and Emma agreeing.

"Gabby get your ass up!" Morgan yells, tossing a pillow at the newly brunette Gabby.

"I'm up. I'm up!" she yells, pushing Morgan away. I laugh and Emma helps me up again, my feet putting on my shoes. I toss my hair into a bun and grab my phone that was thrown onto the floor.