Page 120 of Fang
“Jensen?”
Thank fuck. She’s okay.
Something about hearing her voice makes me relax.
“I’ve got you, little dancer,” I tell her gruffly.
She smiles as her eyes flutter shut. “I knew you would come for me.”
“Always. I’ll always come for you.”
Everything went by in a blur. Fang shocked me when he led me to the truck, but I was grateful that I didn’t have to figure out how to hold onto him and ride on the back of his bike. I was even more shocked when he got in with me. When I asked about his bike, he told me not to worry about it.
As soon as I step inside, Fang at my back, Viv and Bailey hop up and rush over to me.
“Oh, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Viv says, pulling me along with her.
Bailey is on my other side.
I look back at Fang.
“It’s okay. Go clean up. I need to handle what happened,” he tells me, nodding to Savage.
I let the girls lead me away from the only thing making me feel safe right now.
They take me down the hall into a bathroom. Bailey starts the shower as Viv runs down the hall, bringing me back some of my clothes from Fang’s room.
“You are dirty and covered in blood. Hop in and clean off. We will deal with your cuts when you get out.”
“Okay.”
I step in the shower, the weight of what happened starting to weigh on me. At first, I am cleaning myself slowly, but then the tears begin to fall, making my motions become rougher and more frantic.
After a few minutes, the shower curtain opens and both girls climb inside with me, holding me from each side.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. He can’t hurt you anymore,” they tell me as they hug me, both getting soaked.
“Why does life hate me?” I cry out, the same pity party I’ve thrown a million times.
“It doesn’t hate you,” Viv tells me, brushing my hair away from my face. “Life gives us mountains to climb so we can appreciate the view when we get there. It’s not fair, but it’s the way it works. Don’t let the mountain take the focus away from what’s important,” she tells me.
“Like Fang. He’s out there losing his mind over you. He even damaged his bike trying to get to you. That man loves you, and as long as he does, you can face anything. I know from experience,” Bailey tells me.
I let my head fall down, the sobs coming.
“Shh. Let’s get you cleaned up. Is it okay if we touch you?” Viv asks. “You can cry it all out, and we will take care of you.”
“Okay,” I tell them through a sob.
Viv takes the wash rag she handed me, putting soap on it as she carefully washes my body. She is very gentle as she starts with my shoulders, then my arms, my stomach, and finally my legs.
As she does this, Bailey washes my hair, rubbing a fruity-smelling shampoo into it. She rinses it before adding conditioner.
Between the two of them, they have me cleaned in ten minutes. They turn off the shower, handing me my towel.
I step out, sitting on the closed toilet lid as they stand in sopping wet clothes.
“I’m sorry,” I tell them, finally calming down.
