I had texted her, rung her and texted her again. I had watched some soap opera shit on the TV and listened to Jeremy Kylie argue with a woman over the fact that the husband wasn’t the one cheating, it was in fact her. Kill me now please. Like who lives like that? It hurt my brain.
I have texted Gracie again, that was at least the fifth time now. Why wasn’t she answering, something must be wrong? Had she changed her mind? Shit. Fuck. Man.
I scrubbed my hand over my face, the bristles of a beard forming. Gracie hadn’t been in to shave it back to just the five o’clock shadow that she liked, she says she doesn’t, but I know she does. The way her hands curled around my face, brushed over the soft whiskers when we’re close tells me otherwise.
Martha, I needed Martha. She would know where Gracie was.
I pushed the call bell and waited. I waited and waited some more, becoming impatient.
There was no sign of her, that was it. I flicked back the blanket and hurled my legs over the side of the bed. My feet were about to hit the floor when Chris, the annoying doctor walked in. I couldn’t stand the sight of the man – for one, he has a boner for Gracie and two, he was a sleaze who treated women like they were property. He believed they should fall at his feet, pantingyes masterto him because he’s a doctor,
“Going somewhere, James?” Fuck, even his voice annoyed me.
“Yep,” I barked out as I pushed onto my feet.
I was a little wobbly but was standing.
“I don’t think so, get back on the bed.”
His voice….the mere sound of it grated on my damn nerves.
“I don’t care whatyouthink.” I leaned my butt on the bed for support while we spoke or faced off was more accurate.
He opened the file, studied the notes and tapped his chin with a pen.
“She can’t love a man like you.” He spoke mockingly, was he mocking me?
“ But she could love you, could she?” I raised my brow in question and cracked my knuckles.
“Getting hostile are we James?”
I looked away from the mug before I cracked him in his jaw. “You would love that wouldn’t ya, Doc?”
I stood on shaky legs which screamed in pain at the weight I was bearing on them. Grabbing my phone, I stumbled toward the window and dropped into the chair.
“If you’re here to do something, get it done, I like to be by myself.” Ice my voice was ice cold.
Me: Gracie baby, I know you’re hurting something bad, but fuck babe I kinda need ya.
I pushed send before looking out over the streets and houses below, some nestled between other buildings, parks and training fields.
I wondered which house was hers. Which one held my Gracie and all the pain she had been put through.
“You’re off to rehab today.”
My head snapped towards Chris and I noted the smirk on his face.
“That means no more time here with Gracie.”
His eyes glazed over with sheer delight at his smug shit.
“That’s okay Doc, she’ll be with me.”
I state matter of fucking factly. I hope I’m right, shit I haven’t heard from her since the early hours of last night.
Now Kaden, don’t over think this shit.
“I need you to sign these forms.”
