A Touch of Broken Trust (Complete)

Part 11: Uncle

I watched them from my place next to Dr Roberts. They were all huddled so close to the figure on the bed it seemed as though they wanted to climb in next to her.

After North’s reaction to the little bird’s scream it didn’t surprise me that they were all desperate to close ranks and assure themselves that she was alright.

But that was just it, she wasn’t alright. She was a mess and while the idiots stood around interrogating her, she was still bleeding and in need of proper care.

Mr Blackbourne separated from the group and approached us, which I say was pretty ballsy considering Phil’s tirade was still going on and he seemed to be unable to back down on the accusations.

“Uncle, Dr Roberts! Would you kindly calm down so that we can get it all sorted and transport Miss Sorenson to a more appropriate location.”

Did he just?!!!

Oops, I didn’t mean to hit him, just his face frustrated me; so unaffected. North may not share my bloodlines but I can safely say that when he reached that deadly anger stage, well…it was all Taylor.

I saw everyone look over at me stunned but my attention was on Mr Blackbourne. “Calm down?! I’ve spent the last hour and a half following this girl from the parking lot at my diner, through a car ride where we didn’t hit below 60 miles per hour and finally to wheeling her around a hospital.”

By the end of it I was leaned over his still prone figure yelling only inches from his face. “Get your ass up and explain to me why you left Sang alone when you knew that there was a dangerous guy out there that had a hard on for snatching her?”

He hadn’t passed out, which was a bit disappointing, but he now sported a nice black eye and his glasses were on the floor in pieces When he managed to get his feet back under him he had dropped the calm façade and was now looking at me with confusion. “What guy? She was safe at home. She has a way to contact us in case of emergencies. Nothing should’ve happened.”

“Ha, you keep saying that like it’s her fault. Some bastard named McCoy broke into her house, broke her phone and scared her so much that she figured taking a header out her second story window was preferable to being taken by him. If that wasn’t enough she had to walk all the way to the diner with fractured ribs and stand around until one of my waitresses found her. If you call that safe, boy then I’d hate to see what you consider a dangerous situation.”