Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

“Um…”

“Whit!”

“Okay, well, he called Reed and told him to go fire Mitch,” Whitley said in a panicked voice.

“What? Oh my God! Okay…well, listen, sweetheart, everything will be fine here! Enjoy your honeymoon.”

“Wait! What? You can’t just end a call like that, Courtney.”

After running and catching up, I stood in front of the ranch truck. “Yeah, I can. I’ve got to go. Reed seems really pissed.”

I hung up the phone and ran around to the passenger side of the truck. I jumped in, and Reed hit the gas, throwing me back into the seat.

“Jesus, Reed. Where in the hell are you going?” I asked as I desperately tried to get the seat belt on.

I glanced at Reed while he was mumbling something about killing Mitch for hurting me.

“Uh…Reed, can you put on your seat belt?” I asked.

He snapped his head over to me. “What?” He shook his head and pushed down on the gas.

I sat back and closed my eyes. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said anything. How stupid of me to think that Layton wouldn’t tell Reed.

Layton had been looking for an excuse to get rid of Mitch ever since he found out that Mitch had been in contact with Layton’s father all those years and never told him.

By the time we pulled up to Mitch’s place, my heart was beating a mile a minute. There was a Nissan parked next to Mitch’s truck.

That must be her car.

“Fucking son of a bitch,” Reed said.

I grabbed his arm. “Reed, please don’t do this.”

He turned to look at me, and his eyes were filled with tears. I sucked in a breath of air and let go of his arm.

“He hurt you, Courtney. I really wish you had told me last night. Now, stay in the truck, Court.”

He jumped out and took off. Before he made it onto the porch, Mitch came out.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

Mitch smiled at Reed and then looked at me in the truck. “You get what you wished for last night?” Mitch asked.

Wait, what in the hell does he mean by that?

“You motherfucker,” Reed said as he walked up to Mitch and punched the hell out of him.

I screamed and jumped out of the truck. By the time I made it to the porch, Reed was on top of Mitch, beating the shit out of him. Karen came running out, yelling for Reed to stop. She came to a halt when she saw me. She put her hand up to her mouth and then looked back at Reed on top of Mitch. I couldn’t move. A part of me wanted Reed to beat the hell out of Mitch, and the other part wanted him to stop.

“For Christ’s sake, Courtney, stop your crazy-ass friend!” Karen screamed.

I slowly looked at Reed and finally snapped out of my daze. I ran over and started pulling on him. “Reed! Please just stop. He’s not even worth it. Please, for me, stop!” I yelled out.

Reed instantly stopped and looked at me. The look in his eyes gave me a chill, and I quickly stepped back.

Reed stood up and looked at Mitch. “Pack up your shit, and get off the ranch. You have an hour to leave before I call the cops and have you removed.”

“What?” Mitch, Karen, and I all said at the same time.