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Momma hates me.
Daddy hates me.
Doc….
I have nothing to live for, not after…my daughter, my beautiful daughter.
In my kitchen, my tears fall as I throw all the pills in my mouth, and then take a big drink of the water, before sliding down the counter, sitting on the floor, andwaiting for the pain to stop.
I can feel my heart racing, and I struggle to breathe, but I don’t panic. I welcome the feeling. My front door opens and Alex walks in with a bag. His gaze lands on me, and panic etches his features.
“Kennedy, what did you do?” he cries, his voice sounding far away, and regret hits me.
I’m not alone; I have him and Noah.
Oh God, what did I do?
I blink as I sit on my bed, twirling my phone. Thankfully, Alex took me to a different hospital under a different name, otherwise, I wouldn’t have my job right now. I was given a month off for my loss before I got back into it…with a lot of counseling sessions.
Alex and Aunt Shelly have been my rocks, but so has Doc, and he doesn’t even realize it.
My tears fall, hating that I’m about to do this again, hating I’ve not told him about our daughter, but he’s my everything.
I hold the phone to my ear as I lie down on my bed, and his voice hits my ears after four rings.
“Hey, my Pixie,” he rasps, and I let out a sob, making him sigh. “Another bad day, huh? Maybe I need to say fuck it and come see you.”
He won’t. He knows it, and so do I. After all the hurt and pain I’ve been through, I need to do this.
He made his choice, so he’s letting me make mine while still having this little bit of him.
I hear a rustle before he speaks, “Alright, Pixie, let me tell you a little story of when I fucked with a guy’s car when he was supposed to take you out on a date….”
11
Doc – One Week Later
I scrub my hair, the spray of the shower feeling fucking great as it washes the stressful day away. Becky fucked up again today. She was too fucking busy flirting with a deputy instead of doing her fucking job. The guy who was handcuffed to the bed was drugged up as shit but still managed to grab a needle and jab it into another nurse’s neck. The needle was full of a sedative Becky put down on the tray, within reach—then got distracted.
No one even ordered the sedative to begin with!
Did she lose her job? No. If this shit carries on, though, someone is going to throw hands, and that someone is going to be me; I’m hanging on by a thread, and that bitch is a liability.
Sighing, I place both hands on the shower wall, and Kennedy comes to mind. I haven’t had a call in a week.
A whole fucking week.
I know she’s trying not to call me; I can fucking read her like a book, and every time I’ve tried to call her, it goes unanswered.
I squeeze my eyes shut, an image of her dark green eyes coming to me. I miss her, and it’s becoming harder to breathe. I don’t know how much more I can take without her.
I need to hear her voice, fuck, I need to see her, hold her, and never let her go.
My cock goes hard as I picture her gorgeous smile and the way she looked at me as I kissed down her body that night.
I slowly move my tongue around her peaked nipple, gently biting it, making her gasp before I move my tongue slowly across her chest toward her other nipple, gently teasing her as I run the tips of my fingers along the inside of her legs, making her squirm.
She bites her lip, and I grin. “You okay there, baby?”
