I Crash You

47 - Life Goes On

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Here's the last one and only chapter. Enjoy the long ride!

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The next day, came the police officers for some QnA.

The next three days, moving my hands without any sort of handcuffs was an option.

The next week, my hands were functioning better and I could kick some asses by literally, although still quite stiff like a cheesestick.

The next month, I could go home with reguler check-ups and psychotherapy sessions. I started to work from home, because I worked with my brain, hands and laptop, not some happy feet.

The next few weeks, I was free from my stick-slash-cane-which-I-was-hoping-it-was-actually-a-candy-cane or any other supporting equipment.

The next two weeks, Judy was out from her imprisonment. While we're at it, Orsand and I finally visited his brother in prison. He still had another bright year ahead.

The next other two weeks, it was Katelynn's seventeenth birthday. The party was held in their house which resembled more of a palace. My boyfriend be like prince charming in shining lamborghini with his stay-at-home pet. Yeah, he actually had one lambo, but he retired driving so, only for a walk in the neighbourhood. That fucking uselessly loaded bastard.

The next two-but-almost-three weeks, it's new years eve. Everyone had came home for new year's holiday, yet the 'Big Boss' himself was still in the office. He said he wanted to spend the new year with me. In the office, alone. Yeah, how fun!

"Hey, workaholic boyfriend!" I slammed the door wide open for a more dramatic effect. And no one was in the office. Was this a prank?

"AAAAHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs until it was muffled cause I had just turned around and his sudden presence was scarying me to death.

"I was at the toilet," he explained shortly then removed his hand from my face.

"Have you washed your hands then?"

"What? Of course." He pecked my lips.

"I heard boys don't do that. They be like pissing their fluids head on, their hands holding the hose, and then I don't know if it's occasional but they dry the end of the drip with their fingers and no washing hand. Let's say it's unhygienic and gross."

He scrunched up his face giving me the 'are you serious'-strange-2019-look before he continued tidying up his stacked up documents, lappy and such.

"What? You, grew up with boys and share all those toilet experiences."

"No, I was wondering why would you know that."

"Let's say I have a broad knowledge."

"Toilet experience of the vice-versa gender? Seriously, that's on your interest? Or did you have in your YouTube recommendation again. I'm sure I give you enough work so you wouldn't get lost in those videos anymore."

"Well, sorry that I prefer to click on some human interest videos instead of some memes or stupid foolish cat videos that I can laugh at!" I retorted sarcastically.

"Lynx."

"So, what's up? New year in the office and alone. It sure is a first time- Oh wait, you haven't answered. Did you wash your hand?"

"I did." He rolled his eyes. "Now, let's go."

"Woah, I thought you're asking me to come so you can bang me in the office again. Baaamm." I swished my hair sideways and it got stuck on his door somehow. "Uhh.. SOS?"