Vince

One on One on One

The doctor was signing my release forms and I would've been bouncing up and down with excitement if my body didn't feel like it was crushed by a steamroller.

"Remember to be careful moving so you don't pull out any stitches," The doctor reminded me for the thousandth time.

"I'll move about as much as a meditating monk when I get home. No worries." I chewed at the insides of my cheeks, my impatience getting worse.

The doctor looked around the room and leaned in close, whispering, "The men you brought with you are gorgeous which is why I need to specifically say no sex."

"It would probably be easier to keep me here and restrain me."

The doctor finished with my paperwork and I felt relief flood my system. I sat in the back of Hannah's car, squished between Vince and David, who both refused to leave my side.

Vince pulled out a marker and started scribbling on my cast.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide my amusement.

"I'm signing your cast. What does it look like?"

He finished and I pulled my arm up to look at his work.

"I don't know how you made your signature so neat on my arm," I said, looking over the straight letters.

"I've signed a lot of boobs," Vince said, capping the marker.

I could hear Hannah cackling in the front seat and I rolled my eyes at Vince.

"Vince, sign mine next," Hannah said in between her laughs.

"I'm not proud of it, but I'm fucking great at signing my name on surfaces that aren't flat," He huffed.

I looked over the letters to see Vince didn't sign his full name.

"You really gave me the signature you give everyone?" I realized.

"It's my signature," Vince said as if it was a question.

I held my hand out for the marker and he placed it in my palm. I held onto it until we were parked outside my house, and then handed it to Hannah. She signed her name, putting a bunch of hearts around it.

I faced the building and felt my nerves start to fire. I reached out for Hannah's hand, and she walked beside me up the steps to our front door. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and I felt the panic in my chest increase.

"No!" I called out.

I felt my breathing get harsher until I was hyperventilating. I backed into the wall opposite the door and started sinking into it.

"What's wrong?" David asked, the concern in his voice evident.

"I can't go inside," I admit.

I clutched my good hand to my chest and slammed my eyes shut. Vince pulled me into his chest, covering my eyes.

"We're leaving, you don't have to go in," He spoke into my hair.

Hannah pulled me out of Vince's arms and held me steady, "What do you want me to grab?"

"I don't." I couldn't finish my sentence.

"I can bring you back to my house, how does that sound?" Vince asked.

"Well, if she can't go in her house because of Julian, how is she supposed to go in his house?" David asked.

The mention of his name brought the panic to higher heights. I felt like I was suffocating.