Kelton…
He deserves to be hurt, just like how I am,I thought.
Sitting inside of my car, my mind returned to all those happy little moments of the man that had broken my heart. That first night, when I’d caught myself seducing Kelton for revenge that I’d never taken, it had felt so right. Every time we’d made love, it’d felt right.
Leaning my forehead against the steering wheel, I wanted to scream. He’d come by early the next morning after I’d left him getting punched out by Paul on the sidewalk.
He’d knocked for nearly twenty minutes begging me to talk to him, but I hadn’t opened the door.
“Open the door, Silver. I know you’re there. Please, baby, just talk to me.” His words played like a song in my head.
Chyna had texted a million times as well. The sex tape had been stolen the night of my birthday; Kelton had been holding onto it for years out of stupidity. Someone had sold it to news outlets.
She’d begged for forgiveness.
My cellphone was sitting in the seat next to me. Reaching over, I saw Jason had indeed texted me.
Have you seen the news about Kelton Kline….do you have any insider information?
He would do anything for ratings gold, and thanks to the blogs everyone knew we’d had a thing.
No, no information. Kelton and I broke up.
The truth would set me free and get me out of Jason’s line of sight. He’d find another source to exploit. It just wasn’t going to be me.
Smoothly, I began using the search engine on the phone’s web browser to figure out what hospital Kelton was in. As I was reading through details of the crash, a phone call started to come through.
I didn’t recognize the number and hit ignore.
Going back to what I’d been doing the unknown number once again came through and I declined the call. I didn’t like answering calls from numbers I didn’t know.
Finally, I found the name of the hospital that Kelton had been taken too. Jameson Memorial Hospital, which wasn’t too far from my current location.
The traffic was horrible and the entire ride over, my palms were sweating. I wanted to pretend like I didn’t know why I cared how this man was doing. It would have been so easy to write Kelton off and never see him again.
A light rain had started falling by the time I parked and I knew it’d be a downpour by the time I left. Flashing a million dollar smile at the reception desk, one of the girls recognized me.
“Girl,” she leaned over and whispered looking around. “I watch your segment all the time. Like you are my favorite anchor. Like Sacramento needs your flavor. Cause it was getting stale!”
She snapped her fingers two times and we both laughed quietly.
Leaning in, I whispered. “I need your help.”
“Girl, I already know. I followMessy Mandyon Instagram. You here to check on your boo?”
Giving a laugh and a roll of my eyes. “Something like that.”
“Before I give you this paper badge girl….can I …get your autograph?”
“Hell yeah,” I smiled and she whipped out a permanent marker.
Scribbling my name over her hospital I.D. badge, she was so happy and giddy. All it had taken was a damn autograph and I was on my way. Kelton was on the third floor and had a mild concussion apparently. I could hear people talking inside of his room. Forcing myself to do a light tap on the door, I entered and found a man in suit looking way to official to be anything other than a cop.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Kelton’s face lit up when he saw me and as much as I wanted to ignore it, my heart tugged. “No, you’re not interrupting anything.”
“Seems like it,” I looked between the cop and Kelton.
