Della glares, not letting my gaze go, but she doesn’t say a word.
Not letting her piss me off more than she already is, I dip my head down ‘til we’re both nearly nose-to-nose. “Call me when they let you out of here.”
Pulling away from her, I straighten and stalk out the door. I knew she had my number because Tyler Henderson had brought her bag in earlier with her phone. The hospital had needed her insurance information and her ID. I’d taken the opportunity to add my number to her phone and text myself.
The question was, why the fuck did I want her to call me when they release her? She’s not mine. I don’t want a woman, but it seems like there’s something between the two of us that I’m missing. Something I’m not sure I even want to know.
CHAPTER FIVE
Della
He’s flipping unbelievable.
Why did Maddox send him here?
Shadow? I scoff and shake my head at the thought.
I don’t know how they came up with that name for him, but they should call him Pain in the Ass instead.
Earlier, I’d gotten a look at the cut he was wearing, the same one he wore the night before at Rodeo Roundup. I now knew he was the Vice President of an MC called the Fallen Demons. Interesting.
I wanted to ask him about it, which angered me more than I already was. I really should apologize to the nurses and doctors who were helping take care of me. I’ve been nothing but a total bitch toward them all.
Granted, I have reasons for it. I don’t like hospitals. I don’t like visiting them, let alone being in them for any reason. To make it worse, Shadow had been staying with me. I didn’t need him here.
It took me a couple times telling myself in my head to call him Shadow instead of Tyler for it to sink in. He’s no longer Tyler King, the boy I crushed on so hard.
He’s now a man that I can’t and won’t ever have. Doesn’t matter that I’m no longer invisible to him. He’s not it for me, and I’m not for him. I couldn’t care less.
That’s a lie.
He embarrassed me so many years ago. Humiliated me in the worst way. Doesn’t matter that no one knows it happened but me.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block out the memory, but I can’t, not when it’s coming at me full force.
“Come on, Tyler, you need to go inside and sleep it off,” I murmur, struggling to keep a drunk Tyler from falling flat on his ass.
“Only if you come in with me, sweetheart.” His voice and those words shoot straight down my spine.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I blow it off like those words didn’t affect me.
Tyler turns to me and pulls me into his arms. “I know exactly what I’m talking about. Come inside and let me fuck you, Marcy, you know I want your pussy.”
My back shoots straight, and I want to run and cry. He didn’t even know it was me who was helping him. He thinks I’m Marcy, a girl whom I can’t stand. A girl every guy in town wants. She’s a year older than me already eighteen, and has teased, if not screwed, nearly half the guys in school or around it. Guess when you’re already out of school and in between, you can do whatever you want. Especially if you advertise that you’re nothing more than an easy lay. Guys are gonna want it and take it.
I shake my head and push away from Tyler. “Go get some sleep.”
With that, I ran, tears stinging my eyes as he called out Marcy’s name, confirming just how invisible I am.
The need to throw up nearly has me doing just that as I shove the thoughts deep once again. I don’t want to think about that, or anything else bad that’s happened in my past.
I like to think the things that have happened to me in the past are what’s made me become the person I am today.
Too many things have happened to me for me ever to become the girl I used to be. I’ve hardened myself from those who could fully hurt me. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Only certain people have that power, and I hate myself for allowing them to have it.
“Time to move you, Della,” Bella, the nurse I’d harassed earlier, says brightly, though her face is anything but. She’s ready for me to be out of here.
