Broken Love (Broken 4)

“No!” I screamed and then stopped when the pain pierced my head.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” I spun around and headed to the sofa where I sat down and began rocking back and forth. “Oh shit. It’s all coming back. Ryder ran into me. Then I threw up. What happened next?”

I quickly stood up as I placed my hand on my stomach. “I’m going to be sick!” I yelled as I ran through my condo to my bathroom. Dropping to the floor, I wiped my tears away. I always cried when I threw up. Ever since I was little.

Lightly placing my head on the wall behind me, I wondered what all I had said to Ryder. My body slumped as I let out an overly-dramatic sigh. When I finally decided that sitting on the bathroom floor wasn’t going to do a damn thing, I stood up and headed into the kitchen.

“Food. Once I eat, I’ll feel better and everything will be okay. It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again.”

“You always talk to yourself?”

I screamed as I spun around to see Jay standing in my doorway. “You! You left me alone.”

Jay smiled as she tossed her purse onto the table I had at my front entrance. “Oh trust me, you were not alone. Mr. Hotty McHot Pants was with you. Sounds like you had one hell of a night.”

My eyes widened in horror as my heart dropped to my stomach. “W-what? How do you know?”

“Ryder called me from your phone. Said something about having to leave for a meeting or something and he couldn’t bear the thought of you waking up all alone. Guess he thought you might be feeling the aftereffects of last night. So tell me, Ava, did Ryder ride her last night?”

“What?” I asked confused.

My mouth dropped open as I let her words sink in. Ryder brought me home last night? Yes, I remember that. Don’t I?

“Are you sore?” Jay asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Frowning, I said, “Yes, my head is killing me.”

“No, I mean between your legs.”

“Why in the hell would I be sore between—” Then her words hit me like a brick wall.

Jay smiled but attempted to hide it behind her coffee mug. My eyes darted from side to side as I tried to focus in on my body. “We couldn’t have. He wouldn’t. What kind of man has sex with a woman who’s drunk?”

“Hot guys?”

I shook my head the best I could considering it was pounding in my ears now. “Nope. I’d know if I had sex. I haven’t had sex.”

“Maybe his dick was small and you can’t tell.”

I rolled my eyes at Jay. “Do you hear what comes out of your mouth?”

My phone rang and for a moment I panicked it might be Ryder. Seeing Mom flash across the screen, I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Lord Jesus,” I whispered.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Morning, sweetheart. Are you on your way?”

I

glanced up at the clock on my wall. Shit! I’m late!

“Yep! I left not too long ago. I’ll be there soon.”

Jay raised her eyebrow up at me and shook her head.

“Okay, sweetheart. Don’t be late; you know how important this is to your father.”

“Right! I’m not going to let Daddy down, I swear.”