BOOK 2 IN THE HOME SERIES!! MUST-READ LOSING HOME (BOOK 1) FIRST!!
Recovering sexual assault victim, Paisley Evans, must contend with not only the haunted memories of her not-so-long-ago past but, the wreckage of her family's pitfall. Lies. Infideli...
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We've been sitting outside for the past hour and a half still waiting for a doctor to tell us what's going on.
It's so frustrating to see doctors coming in and out and not being able to tell us anything. It'll take literally two seconds to say that she's fine; but no, because we're not "family". I know they're just doing their job, but seriously, a little communication wouldn't hurt them.
All I keep picturing is Paisley laying on that hospital bed, lifeless and sickly pale. Blue and black bruises on her face and dried blood on her chin and lip. She almost looks the same as me.
How I managed to move around as much as I have in the past couple hours, I don't know. Since sitting down for a good while, I've really started to feel the full effects of my injuries.
The adrenaline and shock of everything happening must've numbed me temporarily from the pain, cause right now, it hurts like a bitch.
"You should go home and get some rest, I'll let you know if anything happens," John suggests placing his hand on my shoulder.
Ow. I'm pretty sure one of Carlos' men dislocated my shoulder. If they did, I don't know when it popped back into place.
"Nah, I'm fine. Yous can go if you want." I counter.
How did I manage to let this happen? Everything has just gone to complete shit. The kids could've been seriously hurt tonight if Paisley hadn't have taken the full front of it.
I don't even want to think of what I'd do if Paisley got seriously hurt. Would she be able to forgive me?
Standing up, I stretch what I can without wincing and hissing in too much pain.
"Xavier." John's fatherly voice comes out.
You know that deep, firm, "I'm not dealing with your shit or taking no for an answer" tone? Yeah. that's exactly how he sounds right now saying my name.
"John." I mimic in the same voice.
He sighs, standing up as well. "You're no good to her if you break down too. Get checked by a Doc." I give him an unimpressed look. "Fine, do it for her, if you won't do it for yourself."
Rubbing my hand harshly across my face, my shoulders slouch and defeat and John wraps me up in a hug.
He lets go after a minute. "Go see a doctor," and pushes me gently but firmly towards the direction of the reception desk.
I already know what they're going to say, so I don't know why I'm even bothering. They're gonna ask me what happened, how I got my injuries and tell me I need to take it easy. How can I take it easy when the woman I love is lying all alone on a hospital bed, injured and only feet away from me?
The woman I love... I love Paisley. I love her and I know without a doubt I'd do anything for her.
Checking in with the receptionist she takes me to another room, where I sit and wait for a doctor to come by. The lady looked at me like I was a teen who had just gotten into a fight. Mumbling under her breath "What's wrong with this generation?"
