Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Yeah, yeah. I keep hearing that.”
"We brought you something. Thought it might help pass the time." Rusty reached over and handed me a notebook. “It’s just a little something the guys put together.”
I opened it and started flipping through it, and my chest tightened when I saw that it was filled with messages from the brothers. It was a nice gesture, and I should’ve been appreciative, but I wasn’t. Instead, it angered me to see all my brothers telling me to ‘hang in there’ and ‘you’ve got this.’ I didn’t want their pity, and I certainly didn’t want their stupid notebook.
I tossed it on the table as I muttered, “Thanks.”
“Any idea when they’re gonna let you out of this place?”
“A couple of days. Couple of weeks. Hard to tell.”
“Hopefully, it won’t be much longer. I know you’re ready to get out of here.”
“You’ve got no idea.”
“Well, we won’t keep ya.”
They weren’t keeping me from anything, and they knew it. They knew I wasn’t getting ready to hit the town or go for a ride on my Harley. I was stuck in this fucking bed and would continue to be stuck until I was able to walk again, but I didn’t tell them that. Instead, I gave them a nod and said, “Appreciate you coming by.”
Ghost gave me a pat on the shoulder, then they both turned and walked out of the room. The door had barely closed when it swung open once again. This time, Jess, my physical therapist, came bustling in with Dad and that God-forsaken wheelchair. They were completely unaware that they had just become my last straw.
“No. No. No!” I clenched my fists at my sides and roared, “Fuuuck!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dad roared.
“I’m not doing it!” I shouted. “Not today.”
“What are you talking about? You’ve gotta do your therapy.”
“No. I don’t gotta do shit!” I turned and glared at Jess. “Now, get the hell out of here and take the piece of shit chair with you!”
“Wes,” Dad warned. “This isn’t the way to handle this.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m telling you. I’m not doing it. Not today. So, send her packing, or things are going to get real bad, real quick.”
“It’s okay. No problem.” Jess started backing out of the room as she muttered, “I’ll come back later.”
“I’m sorry, Jess. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
“It’s fine. Really. We all have bad days.”
“Thanks for understanding.” Dad waited until she was gone, then stepped over to me and snarled, “I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking, but that girl is your ticket to walking again. You best treat her with some fucking respect.”
I didn’t respond.
I knew he was right, but at that moment, I didn’t care.
All I wanted was to be left alone.
He stood there glaring at me for what seemed like an eternity, and then, without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, I picked up my bottle of water and hurled it across the room. Then, I grabbed the remote and did the same.
I threw everything within my reach.
I was losing it. I could see it. I could feel it, but I’d reached my limit and couldn’t hold it together a second longer. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to steady my breathing, and it wasn’t long before the guilt started to set in.
I’d fucked up.
I shouldn’t have taken my frustrations out on them, but in my eyes, Jess was the spawn of Satan. She hid it well. She was this cute little thing. She had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and when she smiled, you felt compelled to smile right along with her. She seemed pretty innocent, but once you got to know her, you’d realize she was a psycho bitch with evil intentions.
The little wench had this maniacal knack for making you do shit that you didn’t want to do, and it hurt like hell. And then, she’d drive you to do it again and again. She’d push you to do the weights and resistance bands, and just when you felt like your muscles were going to fucking explode, she’d back off a little.
But not for long.
I’d barely have time to catch my breath before she was back at it again. It was like she was putting me through some kind of Chinese Voodoo torture shit, and most days, I wanted to fucking strangle her.
She walked a fine line, but for the most part, she straddled it pretty well.
But I did my best to power through every time.
By the time we would get done, I would be sweating like a pig, and every muscle in my body would be screaming at me. I hated it. I hated even more that I’d busted my ass for hours and had nothing to show for it. I still couldn’t walk.