UNTOLD
Chapter Thirteen
Kaden
Armed with a fuckload of pills and instructions from the doctors, I grab my girl and let myself out of the hospital.
Okay, that wasn’t exactly how it happened.
Matt brought me the release papers and wheeled me out. We said our goodbyes, I promised mom again to be a good fucking little boy, and they all drove away.
Then Hailey hailed a cab, and I didn’t ask her where her car is. She helped me out of the wheelchair, and it took both her and the cabbie to get me inside, I was so dizzy.
Jesus on a pogo stick.
And then came the last bit – the bit where the cab left us and I had to cross the street and take the elevator to my apartment. Hailey steadied me the best she could, but man, was that a rough moment.
Guess I left the hospital a bit too soon.
But I had to hurry. Had to have some time with Hailey. Show her things. Tell her things.
Win her back.
Because I remember now.
I remember most things, although I’m still hazy on some details.
I know we had a fight. An epic fight. She accused me of cheating on her.
And she left me.
So here we are, by a quirk of fate together once more – and I know this is my only chance to convince her to stay.
“Where do you keep your glasses?” Hailey shouts from the kitchen, and I clutch my head, certain I’ll murder someone if I don’t get some painkillers in me and get this headache to go the fuck away.
“Bottom right shelf,” I shout back, and groan.
She doesn’t know where I keep my glasses?
Jesus, didn’t I ever bring her over to my place?
I’m a moron, and deserve my punishment. Still, some fucking painkillers would be nice. Just so I can think again and somehow find a way to convince Hailey to stay.
She comes out with a glass of water, concern written all over her pretty face. “You shouldn’t have insisted on leaving the hospital, Kade.”
“I’ll be fine.” I grab my pills and the water and down it all.
Then wait. How the hell long does it take for the damn pills to work?
Hailey moves at the edge of my shimmery vision, and I grab her, ignoring her squeal. I plant her in my lap.
She squirms, soft and smelling of honey and sugar, her hands latching instinctively on my arms.
Best distraction from pain ever.
“Kade, you’re injured—”
I kiss her. She stiffens, then moans in my mouth and kisses me back.