Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 46881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
It was a chore to keep the anger hidden, but I was able to pull it off for the last few days. My mind is full of scenarios of the many things I can do with this. It was hard not to smirk at the idea sometimes, as my blood heated up with all the implications.
My wounds were beginning to ache. That was the only thing that truly scared me about this whole mess. I have no recollection of being shot or stabbed, weird. I checked my nails and wondered where everyone was.
So far only two people had come to see me and I knew I had more friends than that. Didn’t I? Whatever, I wanted out of here now. I needed to work on getting Jace back and now was the best time to work it.
Instead of the drag that this latest fiasco could be, it was shaping up to be a good thing. Not many people might see it that way, laid up in the hospital hooked up to tubes, and possibly a mad man on the loose trying to kill you. But I’m not most people. Thank heavens. I see the opportunity in everything.
I thought for sure my little game would’ve worked; I mean we were once something to each other and I refuse to accept or believe that it was over.
Of course he didn’t come see me. The stupid cops were accusing him of what happened to me. They were probably the ones who blocked him from coming, idiots. Jace would never do something like that.
I didn’t think on it too long because I was stuck here for the next little while and I planned to use that to my advantage. It wouldn’t help to get upset and give myself away too soon.
I heard voices outside my door, so laid back and closed my eyes. I find that pretending to be asleep and incognizant usually made people’s lips loose. People are so stupid, just add a few wounds or a weakness of some kind and they totally forget who you were before. That works for me though so I won’t complain.
It sounded like mom and one of the nurses heading my way. I slitted my eyes just the barest fraction, as I tried to keep my breathing even. It was hard lying there like a stump when I really wanted to throw a tantrum, but that wouldn’t help my cause, not yet at least.
The parental unit was feeling all kinds of guilt for what had happened, especially since little innocent me had been attacked in my own bed in the middle of the night, by a crazed stranger.
With the recent attack on that idiot, everyone was scratching their heads trying to connect the dots. I couldn’t have scripted it better myself. I had a few ideas as to who the culprit was, but thinking about that gave me a headache; they were too many candidates.
Now the average teen would be afraid, but I saw a golden opportunity. All I had to do was start pointing fingers, and people would be falling all over themselves to please me. My heart raced and I had to fight to keep my inner joy from showing. This was going to be so much fun, all I had to do was get Jace to fall in line, and that with my expected windfall would be the latest feather in my cap.
“Has there been any change?” Mom was all red faced and puffy eyed. Strange, but I don’t recall seeing this much care since I was about two. Maybe I’ll have some fun with that as well.
I watched her blot her eyes and blow her nose under the slitted lids of my eyes. Pathetic, she’d better get her shit together before that rich husband of hers traded up. Hmmm…no, too crass, too…something, but the possibilities were endless.
“Her vitals are good, things seem to be coming along. The worse of it was the drugs in her system, the way in which they were administered. Had she added just a little bit more to the concoction she might not have made it.
Both the gunshot wound to the chest and the stab wound missed any major arteries, so with some plastic surgery those should be taken care of. She was just very dehydrated because of the cocktail in her system, and that’s why we’d like to keep her a little longer.”
“But what about her memory? Will she ever get it back?” I was barely in time to keep the snort from escaping that time. I was beginning to like this more and more. Instead of the nuisance it had started out to be, this new game of mine was shaping up to be my best play yet.
“The doctor seems to think so. They can’t find any real reason for it, nothing physical anyhow, so they’re leaning more towards the psychological. Maybe the shock of the trauma to her body was too much for her to handle and she, you know…” She shrugged her shoulders as mom hung on her every word.
I wanted to yell at the two of them to get the hell out so I could think, but that would give too much away. I listened to the humdrum voice of the mousy nurse as she went on and on. She was one of those types that craved the attention of the beautiful people. She might come in useful before all was said and done. Better make nice with her.
I let my mind drift and wander as they went on and on with medical mumbo jumbo. There was only one thing I wanted, and I was willing to do whatever it took to get it. The stupid girl hadn’t died more’s the pity, but it wasn’t over yet. I just needed to come up with another way to get Jace by my side.
A new idea started to take shape in my head just then. I wonder what would happen if I pointed the finger at her? That wouldn’t be so far fetched now would it? I could make it work, but I needed time to put it together, if only I could get some peace and quiet.