Page 19 of Carrie's Strength
Finishing the hot chocolates, I run over everything and all the weird things that have happened. Just trying to make sense of it all.
Joining Beau back on the sofa, we’re halfway through the film when my phone goes off.
“Prez,” I answer.
“Everything is okay. Prospects are coming to pick you up,” he says and ends the call.
Short and sweet as always.
“Buddy, I need to pop out for a little bit. Are you okay here with Aunt Kate?” I ask.
“Yeah, Mom, I’ll be fine. Tell Dad and Uncle Tank I love them. Wire and Wrench too, but not Dog.”
Raising my eyebrow at him, I ask.
“Why not Dog?”
“Dog is nasty, and he says mean things about you.”
What the actual fuck.
“Beau, buddy. Has Dog ever hurt you?”
“Not really, he’s rough sometimes, but he says mean things about you.”
Pulling my son into my arms, I hold him close.
“He will never go near you again,” I promise.
Kissing his head, I look to Kate and see the rage on her face.
Nodding to show I agree, I head out to meet the prospects.
Getting to the hospital, I see Tank and Prez in the waiting room along with everyone else. Looking around, I can’t see Jason.
“He’s getting fixed up,” Tank tells me.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I turn to face him.
“What do you mean, getting fixed up?” I ask, trying not to freak out.
“He was grazed, and the doc is fixing him up,” he replies as if it’s nothing
“You mean to tell me my man was shot, and no one fucking bothered to tell me?” By this point, I know I’m yelling.
“Calm down, gorgeous, it’s a scratch. He’s fine.”
Before he can say anything else, I’m storming down the corridor toward the treatment rooms.
Checking the board as I pass, I see he’s in cubicle 4.
“Carrie, calm down. He’ll be out in a minute,” Tank tries to say behind me.
Spinning around, I punch him full force in the stomach, causing him to double over.
“I don’t care, that is my man, and I’m going to see him,” I yell at him.
Storming toward cubicle 4, I throw the curtain back, and there sits my man.
