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After Mandy takes me on the rounds of the NICU, I check the time to see its time to clock out. Tomorrow, I start my full shift, and hopefully, I won't make a mistake. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. I want to ensure everything runs smoothly, even if I am a little homesick.
"You can grab your things now, Kennedy. Please speak to Dr. Harlow before you go."
I give Mandy a nod and head to the staff room, which thankfully I find straight away, then try to find her office. The hospital is like a maze, and this morning, I ended up interrupting a meeting with a family, a lawyer, and a doctor, who is being accused of accidentally killing their grandfather.
Safe to say, my face was as red as a tomato, and I pretty much vomited in the trash can.
Making sure I have everything, I shut my locker and head to the fifth floor. I read the names on the white doors before finding Dr. Harlow's and knocking. As soon as she says to enter, I do and give the woman a smile. She's in her forties, with dark brown hair starting to go gray, and her hazel eyes warm.
"Hey, Kennedy, come take a seat."I give her a smile and sit in the black chair in front of her white desk, linking my fingers together. She smiles."You did amazing today, Ken. Claudiawould be proud of you."I give raise my brows in surprise. She grins. "Peter brought you in here for calling him out like he deserved; it wasn't your fault."She shuffles the papers. "Now, to the issue at hand. I have spoken to the board, and they still want you."
I suck in a shocked breath, and she smiles. "We'll help you as much as we can. You are a great nurse, Kennedy, and watching you with those babies proved you are the right person for this program."
I nod, feeling a little teary-eyed.
She goes through the paperwork with me, and circles the dates I need, before I happily sign on the dotted line, ready to start this part of my journey.
Momma, Daddy, andDoc are all in my past now. This next step is my future, even if it's on my own.
* * *
I gasp as Doc lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as my back presses up against the shower wall.
He rubs his nose against mine as he rasps, "I love you, my Pixie,"and my eyes tear up, my fingers going into his dark blond hair, gripping it tightly, not believing this is finally happening.
"I'm scared,"I admit, and his eyes soften.
He smiles, and caresses my lips, replying, "I am too, baby. It's been a long time coming, Kennedy."
I give him a smile back and rasp, "I love you,"as his member blindly finds my entrance. His lips touch mine as he thrusts forward, making him groan, and I gasp at how full I feel.
I blink as I throw my keys on the small table near the front door, and head into my spacious, open-concept kitchen-living-room combo apartment. The walls are cream, and the furniture is white. I haven't changed anything; I just moved in.
It doesn't feel like home, not like Doc did.
I have placed photos of Alex, Noah, Sniper, Aunt Shelly, and Uncle Chris around the living area, and maybe one or two of Doc and the rest of the MC.
I might have moved but can't turn off my feelings; it's impossible. My heart misses him, and I feel like I can't breathe without him. But I need to learn to try.
He has an old lady now.
I look toward the kitchen, and I blink hard, seeing blood on the floor, my tears burning behind my eyes again. Every day, I see it, and every day, I try to ignore it. I don't regret burying the body. If Doc hadn't seen me on the side of the road, then he wouldn't have killed him. It's my fault, and I couldn't allow him to take the fall for that. I was doing what I thought was right at the time. The only thing I’d do differently now is I probably would have burned him instead of buried him.
Honestly, I don't even feel guilty that the guy is dead. A few months after he apparently went 'missing,' several women came forward and claimed he raped them.
I was lucky, and if I have flashbacks of that day, of dragging his body into the shallow grave, then so be it.
Sighing, I fall onto the couch, look at the time, see that it's five in the evening, and decide to bite the bullet.
I grab my phone and press the power button. A picture of Doc and me, from when I was eighteen and the club threw me a birthday party, appears. I'm on his back, my arms around his neck, smiling wide.
A few tears fall, and I wipe them away as I bring up my contacts, ignoring the messages from Lola and Doc, and call my best friend, my cousin.
Maybe I need to get a new phone and give the number to only a select few. Seeing their names pop up every time I open my phone makes me fall apart. I need a clean break.
Alex answers on the second ring, and growls, "It's about time you called."
I chuckle and ask,"What did he do?"knowing my cheeky peanut has done something.
