Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I hopped in the car and pulled my sunglasses out of the cup holder. Sliding them on my face, I looked over at Emilia with my best sexy grin. "You ready?"

"Let's go!"

She reached for the radio and turned it up as loud as it would go. I pulled out of the hospital and headed toward the one place I knew could help her. If she wanted to throw things, there was only one place to take her.

"Where are you taking me?" Sarah asked when I pulled onto the freeway.

"Huh?" I joked.

"You heard me!" She shouted over the top forty music blasting through the speakers of the car. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see, babe." She scrunched her nose at me. I reached over and brought her hand to mine. "You trust me?"

"Always." She beamed.

Within the hour, I parked in an empty street parking spot and lowered the music. Sarah looked around the busy street and then back over at me. "Honestly, Jordan, you're starting to confuse me."

"Clearly, you have a lot of pent up frustration. I can still feel your lips hungry for more." She reached across the center console and hit me. I chuckled and brought her hands to my lips. "Okay! Okay. I'm joking. I kissed you." I held her hands together and rested my lips on her knuckles. "You said you trusted me and I'm going to make sure that, by the time we leave here, you feel like a new person. Come on." I cocked my head to the side, hopped out of the car, and met Sarah on the sidewalk.

"You're angry. I know you are. I am too. I figured this can help." I rested my hand on the lower part of her back and led her into what looked like a pottery store. Smash Shack had bookshelves of plates and glasses neatly organized on display. The walls were painted a bright red and the floors were painted like a checkerboard.

I gripped Sarah's hand as we walked further into the store. "Can I help you?" a middle–aged woman asked. Sarah looked up at me and then around the room. One side had the words Break Shit painted across it.

"Yes, we are here to break a lot of shit."

"So, we just throw these things?" Sarah asked and looked at all the vases neatly displayed on the top shelf. Her mind was finally putting two and two together.

"Yep," the sales associate said. "You can smash anything you want from that wall." She looked over at us and smiled. "I'm Linda, by the way."

Sarah released my hand to reach out to Linda, but stopped and winced.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Linda's eyebrows furrowed as we both waited for Sarah to respond.

"Yes... Let's smash some shit," she said eagerly.

Linda quickly explained our options about building our own custom box to smash. Some pieces required more force than others when throwing. I guess she realized Sarah was in pain. Sarah and I filled a cardboard box with plates, mugs, glasses and vases. Linda led us to a smash room in the back that was semi–sound proof. She instructed us to put on safety goggles, gloves, and a thick jumpsuit to avoid getting hit by the shards of glass.