The Path to Love

Chapter 27

The party was well underway at this point. Xav always knew how to throw a good party. I still couldn't stand for long periods of time because of my broken leg, so I would dance with some chick for one song and then sit down for a couple. This routine kept happening for a while.

Until I got cocky.

This girl was grinding against me, getting me hard. I didn't want to stop because I was genuinely having a good time. So, I stayed on the dance floor, for a couple songs. Two songs became three, then four, then five. My good leg was starting to get sore. But I pushed the pain aside, the girl was showing interest. I was getting ready to ask her to come to a bedroom with me, I wanted her. So, I wanted to keep dancing with her. I knew she could feel my bulge.

One second, I was up dancing and having a good time. The next second, my good leg gave out and I fell on the floor, smacking my head. My head bounced back up and then hit the floor again. Everything went black.

I looked around, but everything was black around me. I couldn't see anything in front of me, beside me, or behind me. I think I was standing. I was pretty sure I was standing. "Hello?" I called out. No one answered.

Flashes started coming forward, memories.

I stood there and watched as memories came rushing back. It was kind of like a movie. Except it was a movie about my life and things I've forgotten.

That's it. Why didn't I think about that sooner? I'm in a gang for fucks sake.

Her uncle needs to be killed.

Did I kill somebody?

"Take out a guy." I spoke up and said.

Everyone turned their attention to me. "What did you just say?" N spoke up, looking directly at me.

"Yeah, do exactly what the Boars did. Except, do it to a guy that is not directly tied to us and is in jail to make a statement."

"And, what kind of statement would we be making?" B taunted me.

That fucker was always after me and always saw me as the weakest link. Now was time to put him in his place. "We'd be making the statement that nobody crosses us, in jail or anywhere for that matter. Get him to pick a fight with one of our guys. Then when the guy takes him out, he will be feared. It's a win-win"

"And who do you propose we take out in jail?" N asked me.

"Peter Dawson. Child rapist." I shot back.

What the hell was this? Did I really sign Peter Dawson's death warrant? What did I do? At least I didn't kill him.

My phone vibrated. I knew. I knew this was the text I was waiting for. I swiftly took my phone out of my pocket and looked it over.

B: The job is done.

I read it once.

B: The job is done.

I read it again and again.

Her uncle is dead. Peter Dawson is dead.

I killed Peter Dawson.

I woke up in a panic, breathing deeply.

I remembered.

I got Peter Dawson killed.

I looked at my surroundings, I was in a white room. What the fuck?

"Ah, Mr. Thomas. You're awake." The doctor, the same one that treated me last time I was here, came in and said a few minutes after I woke up.

I breathed deeply, trying to forget what I remembered. "Am I really back at the hospital?"

"You re-concussed yourself. You had quite the smack. I'm almost one hundred percent positive that before you left, I told you to take it easy on your leg. Your friend told me what happened. Clearly, you did not listen to my directions."

"I just wanted to see how much I could handle." I replied, lying. "I'm sorry."

"Well, you did come in with quite the, situation. We had to wait for it to go down before we could treat you. Have you gotten any of your memories back since the last time you were here?"

I stared at him in horror. "I am so sorry," I replied, shocked and embarrassed. I couldn't let him know what I just remembered, he'd throw me in jail and lock me away. I chose to ignore his other question.

"Nothing I haven't seen before. Every teenage boy has their needs. Now, you are free to go home. However, refrain from sexual actives for at least a month. Let your leg heal before you decide to go crazy on the dance floor, your cast should be coming off next month anyways. No driving, due to your new concussion. And I highly suggest taking it as easy as possible for the next few weeks, because if you get another concussion on top of this one, the chances of you waking up again, if at all, are slim. Please follow these directions, Mr. Thomas. You won't be so lucky a third time." The doctor replied, walking out.

Clearly, I was taken to the hospital in ambulance and was here by myself. Xav or Luke couldn't come get me because they were intoxicated. My parents were never here, like normal. So, I called the only person who usually drove me home from parties.

She picked up the phone on the first ring. "Hello," she mumbled sleepily.

"Sam, hey. It's me. I need you to pick me up. I'm at the hospital."

"What?" She replied, fully alert. "Are you okay?"

"Just a concussion, nothing to worry about. Could you pick me up please?"

"Of course, I'm on my way." She replied, hanging up the phone.

I packed up and left the hospital room. I waited outside for her to pull up, worried. I got her uncle killed, why the hell would she agree to pick me up? Why does she still associate with me?

Wait, she doesn't, dumb ass. We haven't talked since I got out of the hospital. What the fuck was I doing? Maybe this is what our fight was about the day we got into the accident.

The opposite Hunter, Sam hurt you. Xav's sentence came back to me in a flash. How the hell does me getting Sam's uncle killed hurt me?

When she pulled up, I got in the car and said the first thing that came to my mind, "I'm so sorry I got your uncle killed."