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Vince
Now that I’vehad sex with Sydney, I want it all the time. In the shower, on top, on bottom, against the wall, from behind. I’m determined to experience everything with the goddess who’s completely wrecked me for all others.
I guess that’s why I’m driving home at five a.m. on a Saturday from her house, so I can watch Julia this morning while Van pulls an early shift at the diner. I’d picked up Syd from her shift at the bar, and I’m proud to admit she’s just going to bed now.
God, I hope Jules will sleep for a few more hours as I haven’t slept since the short nap I took before arriving at the bar. Not wanting to risk the chance of waking Jules with the garage door, I park on the street and enter through our front door.
Seeing the kitchen light on, I wander in to let Vanessa know I’m here and that I’m sorry I’m a few minutes late. She still has about ten minutes before she typically leaves for her shift, but I don’t want her to worry.
“Hey,” I whisper as I round the corner so that I won’t frighten her. “Sorry I’m running late. I forgot my phone charger, or I would’ve texted to let you know I was on my way.”
But my excuse lands on an empty room. Where is she? I start to go check her room when I notice it.
There in the middle of the kitchen floor is a small puddle of blood, and a broken bowl lays next to it. I follow the droplets to the drawer we have towels in and see it, too, has smudges of blood.
Shit. What happened?
Quickly, I rush to her room to make sure she’s okay. The lights are on, including in Julia’s room, so I holler, “Hey, Van? Where are you?”
I check both bedrooms and the bathroom.
Fuck. Something must be wrong.
Rushing to the garage, I fling the door open, only to find it empty.
Needing to get my charger to make a call, I curse myself for letting it die last night. I should know better.
I’m a fucking wreck as I fumble with my phone to get it to charge.
Zero percent battery.
Fuck, it will take a few minutes until I get enough juice to see if Van’s left me any messages.
There are two different hospitals within fifteen minutes of us. I have no idea which one she’d go to as our insurance will cover both.
Trying to get my phone to power up, I frantically press the button over and over again to no avail. Fuck, if I didn’t need it so desperately, I’d chuck it across the room in frustration.
When it finally powers up, I find one voice mail, and I can’t cue it up fast enough to find out what’s happened.
“Hey, Vin. There’s been an accident, and I need to take Jules to the hospital. You’re not due here for about thirty minutes, so I assume you’re sleeping or something.” The sounds of Julia crying get closer, then Vanessa comforts her, “Come on, baby, let’s get you in the car. I’ll call you when I know more.” Click.
She doesn’t even tell me which hospital.
What the fuck happened?
Grabbing the portable charger from the kitchen we keep as a spare, I rush back to my room to change into a pair of jeans and grab a hoodie. Connecting my phone on the way out the door.
The moment my phone connects to my Jeep’s hands-free device, I dial my sister.
It rings once… twice… three times and no answer. When it connects to voice mail, I leave a message letting Van know I’m on my way and to call me back.
But fuck… Which hospital?
Letting my twin senses guide me, I follow the easiest route to a hospital. I don’t see Van’s car in the parking lot, but the place is huge and fairly crowded for this early in the morning.
Running through the emergency room doors, I scan the waiting room in hopes that I’ll find them. Nothing. The place isn’t too full, but that doesn’t mean they’re not here and already being seen by a doctor.
A kind nurse at the triage desk asks, “Can I help you?”
