Page 227 of Almost is Never Enough

“Very interesting,” he hums. “That’s enough for me. I’ll dig into her. Why don’t you get back to your girl now? Cause she was losing her mind when you left.”

I slide out of the booth, my mind on getting back to Lennon. “I’m on my way back.”

“I’ll let you know when I have something.”

We hang up and Jumper slides out of the other side of the booth, looking from me to the parking lot where Leigh-Ann is peeling out. He shakes his head.

“Crazy fucking bitch.”

I scoff. “You can say that again.”

I drop a couple twenties on the table, despite the fact that we never even ordered anything, before we head out to the parking lot. The rumble of our engines fill the air as we pull out and head back towards the hospital.

Fuck.

I’m going to have to explain all of this to Lennon.

She’s going to know that it’s my fault that all of this has happened to her.

My stomach twists and my chest fucking aches.

I’ll make it up to her. I’ll find a way to make it right.

Whatever it is that she needs, I’ll do it.

A car appears in my side mirror and I move over slightly, expecting it to pass me but it continues to ride my ass. I glance back with a scowl.

The fuck?

Just as I turn back to the road in front of me, the car comes up next to my back tire and jerks into it hard. The bike fishtails beneath me, the handlebars rattling in my hands.

“Fuck!”

I wrench the handlebars, trying desperately to straighten us out.

Shit.

I think I’ve got it.

The car cuts towards me again and my back tire goes out from underneath me. The pavement comes up fast and I’m thrown as my bike crashes to the ground.

My shoulder slams into the asphalt and I start sliding, the pavement tearing up my fucking arm and through my jeans. My helmet smacks the road hard enough that dots dance in my vision.

Fuck.

I tuck my body into a ball as I roll, the pavement giving way to grass as I tumble into the ditch. I finally come to a stop on my back. I open my mouth, trying to suck in a breath but it feels like somebody just drove a sledgehammer through my fucking ribs.

Goddamn.

That fucking hurts.

My girl.

Her perfect face dances in my mind and I try to force myself up as my body screams at me to stay the fuck down.