Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Look at me, Sandy. We barely know each other, and yet you’re the only one here. I’m tied to my bed, and I’m scared.” She couldn’t admit to the other woman that she regretted slitting her wrists the moment she did it.
“They can’t see you. Michael won’t let them, and he’s down as your next of kin. He’s also paying the hospital a lot of money to keep them away. Tate, Killer, and the others are all here, waiting to see you. Killer left earlier to shower and change. He had to. He stank and was covered in blood.” Sandy stopped, looking toward the window.
“Michael won’t let them in?”
“No, he won’t.”
“How are you here?” Kelsey asked. Out of all of The Skulls Sandy was the last person she knew. She would expect Murphy or Lash to be here before Sandy.
“I work here, and he can’t keep me away. I’m your assigned doctor.”
Nodding, Kelsey tried to sit up and failed. Sandy helped her to sit up. “Can the restraints come off?”
“Not yet. We’re worried about you.”
Gritting her teeth Kelsey turned her head to look toward the window. It was night, and she’d been in hospital an entire day. Kelsey couldn’t believe how quickly her life had changed. What would Sandy say if she told her the truth about regretting her decision to end her life?
She felt so fucking stupid, and now she was bound to a bed until someone decided she wouldn’t kill herself.
“Once the doctor comes around to do his final assessment of your injuries you’ll be moved up to the psych ward where you’ll be analyzed. Your treatment will be decided from there.”
Kelsey glanced back to see Sandy still stood over her. “I thought you were my doctor.”
“I was. Your sweet little husband got me kicked off your case. It doesn’t stop me from coming to see you.” Sandy gave her a wink. “I imagine he’ll be back to see you soon, and I’ll be kicked out.”
“I don’t want you to go.” Being forced to deal with Michael while tied down scared the life out of her.
“It’s not my decision, honey. I’ll talk with some people and make sure you get the best care.”
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Michael’s voice boomed through the spacious room.
Closing her eyes, Kelsey tried to cut out the pain of hearing his voice.
“I’m talking with my friend. Back the fuck off. You may shout and get people to do your bidding, but I’m not most fucking people.” Sandy had her hands on her hips facing Michael.
“Don’t, please,” Kelsey said. She wanted some peace and quiet to deal with what had happened to her.
“She’s awake?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, dick-wad, she’s a-fucking-wake.”
“Please, stop fighting. I can’t deal with this.” Kelsey would have rubbed her temple if she could lift her hand all the way to her head. Everything was closing in around her.
“Don’t stress, Kels. I’ll tell Killer you’re doing fine.” Sandy touched her arm and walked off. Panicking at being left alone with her husband, Kelsey called back to the only woman connected to The Skulls. “What’s the matter, honey?”
“Tell him I’m sorry.”
“I will. Take care and get well. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll tell him.” Sandy left.
Alone with Michael, Kelsey struggled to look at him. After a few minutes passed he walked up beside the bed. She finally looked up at him.
“Hey,” he said.
“Why are you keeping my friends away?” she asked, wanting to see Tate but more importantly Killer.
“They’re not your friends.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek. She jerked her head away, biting down onto her lip to stop herself from crying out.
“I was so worried,” he said. His voice was devoid of all emotion. She knew he was lying.
“You’re wrong.”
“What?”
She stared at the man she called her husband and shook her head. “Tate, Killer, all of The Skulls are my friends. They’ve been there for me. Last year when this town was invaded by a psychotic murderer, Killer was there taking care of me. Why did you have to come back?”
“We’re married, Kels.”
“No, I was a convenience. Divorce me, and marry someone suited to you. Stop calling me Kels, and stop treating me like we really know each other. I don’t know you.” The tears were falling thick and fast. She was scared, panicked, and wanted Killer.
Kelsey wanted Killer’s arms wrapped around her, whispering how he felt.
“I didn’t call your parents,” Michael said.
“Good. Don’t.” There was no way she’d ever survive her life if her friends met her parents. They were all polar opposites. Her parents didn’t care about anyone but themselves whereas The Skulls clearly cared about their own. She’d seen the rough bikers at their worst and at their best. They were hard and partied hard, but they loved their family. No one hurt their family and got away with it. “I want to see my friends.” She wanted to see Killer.