Page 4 of Thunder

Her face is done up and her hair curled.

She looks like she’s about to go give a doctor a lap dance.

“What the hell is she wearing?” Julie mutters, and I bite back a smirk.

It’s the outfit she wore when I came downstairs in my light blue senior prom dress as Kavan walked into my parents’ house ready to pick me up. The same dress that was hiked up when Kavan said he just needed to use the bathroom and I found him screwing her up against the wall before he admitted that they’d been screwing for a year. This was a day after I gave him my virginity and while she looked smug, happy she hurt me, he looked devastated. Just as he said it didn’t mean anything, clearly expecting me to take him back, which I would never, she announced she was pregnant.

Not sure how it couldn’t have meant anything though when they were screwing for a year, and the stupid thing is, I felt more hurt by her, not him. I knew I didn’t love him, he was just familiar, but she was supposed to be my big sister, someone who protected me, not someone who spent my entire life hurting me, then tried to destroy me.

Curling her red lip at Julie, Rachel looks at me, eyes my doctor's coat and scrubs but before she can open her mouth, we hear, “What the fuck?” and I look towards room two and wince seeing Mr. Kool fighting back being dragged out. He tries to shove an officer who has one hand in a cuff already, only for my eyes to widen as I watch Mr. Kool somehow grab something out of his pocket before lunging at the officer trying to handcuff his other hand below his vest, who grunts and lets go of him.

Another two officers tackle the nasty man, but I don’t take my eyes off the officer who grunted. My instinct kick in, seeing a large piece of glass sticking out of his side, surrounded by blood, and I don’t hesitate. I run towards the scene, my sister’s, “Scottie, get back here now!” just barely audible and I ignore her and her stupid demands when she can see someone has been stabbed. I go to the fallen officer who grabs hold of the glass but doesn’t pull it out.

Did I also mention that my dad wanted me to be a boy, so he called me Scottie?

I’m surprised I didn’t have trauma growing up, I tell yah…

***

“Well done, Dr. Aimes,” Dr. Thomas says as I scrub my hands and I give the older man a wide smile, making him chuckle, a laugh line appearing at the corner of his brown eyes.

Dr. Thomas is a club brother of the local MC, The Untamed Hell Fire’s MC and my mentor. He just let me stitch up the officer's skin after watching him remove the glass, which was, holy crap, it was amazing…

“That was thrilling,” I admit, “and so goddamn rewarding.”

Dr. Thomas chuckles, “It is thrilling and definitely rewarding,” before stating, “You were born for this role, Scottie.”

I throw my paper towel in the trash before saying, “Thank you,” and he grins, then nods to the door and says, “Go do the report,” and I grin even wider, not even upset about doing paperwork because I got to go into the OR, and I practically skip out the door, his laughter following.

***

Practically skipping into the ER with the officer's notes a few minutes later, I walk towards the reception desk, knowing I can do the write-up there before checking on his post-op. I pause when I spot my angry-looking sister.

Okay, so I may have forgotten about her, though I am surprised she’s still here an hour and a half later.

“Well, it is about fucking time!” she snaps, and I raise a brow.

“I was in the OR, Rach, you know, working…” I say slowly like she’s thick, and her nostrils flare.

Not quite sure what she’s so angry about when she knows I’m at work.

“And I needed to speak to you!” she huffs, and I roll my eyes and remind her, “I’m at work, and an officer was stabbed. Pretty sure that is more important than you needing to speak to me, when we barely talk.”

She looks around the room with disgust, making me tense, but laughter soon wants to spill as Julie states, “You know you may need to be seen by a doctor within these walls one day, so if I were you, I’d get that look off your face.”

Rachel glares at Julie, who doesn’t even flinch before looking at me, fuming, her once perfect curled dark blonde hair now frizzled out.

Whereas she and Lorenzo have Mama's hair color, I’ve taken after dad, having dark brown hair.

“I am late, and you have probably caused this on purpose because you are jealous that Kavan chose me!” she accuses and I blink.

Okay, so my sister has decided to be delusional today.

I chuckle, which hardens her glare, but I don’t take any notice. “Okay, one, I am at work, you know where I’m helping to save lives just like I did with that officer? Two, how can I purposely make you late for something when I didn’t even know you were going to show up? Three, you didn’t have to wait around, I have a phone. And four, you had an affair with my high school boyfriend then purposely trapped him because for some reason you hate my guts. He didn’t choose you, you stole him even though you probably didn’t even want him, and he was pathetic enough to fall for your whoring ways,” I say as I round the desk and take a seat next to Julie, who is still staring daggers at my sister.

“Well, Kavan is waiting outside with Sammie, you need to take him for the night because I want some alone time with my husband,” she snaps, ignoring my fourth point, not surprising me because she does get called a lot of names around town. People know what she and Kavan did, which is why he has to work an hour out of town but that didn’t stop the rumors following him.

“Bitch,” Julie mutters under her breath and I hum in agreement.