Page 41 of Wreckage of Me
My phone starts buzzing in the bag I grabbed when I took off from the living room. A quick look at the screen shows me a message from Emily.
Emily: I got a message from Morgan that she needs me to go in tomorrow morning
Me: What?? I thought you had tomorrow off
Emily: so did I, I really don’t like her at all. I had plans
Morgan Foster is a recent hire at the hospital, and she’s already made a few enemies. One of them is Emily. She is not fond of our new boss at all.
Since she doesn’t say anything anymore, I head into the bathroom to clean up a bit before changing into clean clothes for the conversation I am bound to have with Dylan. While I wait for the shower to warm up, I cringe to myself at seeing my scrubs, split in the middle as my little brother was kind enough to point out. I take everything off and leave it in a heap on the floor, by the shower door, then finally jump in.
With quick moves, I wash up, hissing in distress when I run the washcloth in between my legs. I feel so sore all of sudden. Since I haven’t been with anyone in a while, since Dylan as a matter of fact, my body is out of whack. I don’t even understand the sudden burst of energy I had to ride him not once, but twice.
I wash my hair and rest of my body, foregoing the deep conditioning I know my hair needs. I don’t have time for that, I’m too worried about how Colton is acting downstairs. I probably shouldn’t have left them alone after what happened as soon as we were inside the house.
What a mess. It’s like my life has become this crazy Lifetime movie. And I want Hallmark, damnit.
Finally rinsed off, I step out, rush to towel off, then throw some comfortable clothes on. Since drying my hair would take more time away from the drama that I’m sure is unfolding downstairs, I just run a comb through it, then secure it with a hair clip at the top of my head. I throw some furry slippers on and I’m good to go.
“And I got to throw the ball to Rob Walsh! Can you believe it?” I can hear Colton’s excitement floating from the living room where he is talking very animatedly with Dylan about football.
“Wow, that’s impressive, man,” Dylan’s deep voice praises him. “Rob Walsh is a great tight end, one of the best. Why was he at a college practice though?”
I decide to give them some space and head into the kitchen where I start rummaging the refrigerator for stuff to make us sandwiches with. I know I’m hungry, and if they don’t want anything of what I’m making, their loss.
I don’t even realize how long it takes me to do all this when I feel a hand touching my shoulder. I squeal and jump, turning around with the knife in my hand pointing toward the intruder.
“Jesus, Colt, don’t scare me like that.” I drop the knife on the kitchen counter and lean against it to take a deep breath and calm my raging heart.
“I wasn’t exactly quiet, sis,” he teases me. “Were you gonna stab me?”
“Ugh, I should’ve,” I throw him a dirty look. “You’re so damn annoying.”
“I love you, too,” he snorts. “I’m going to bed now.”
“What?” I turn surprised eyes at him. “I’m making us sandwiches,” I point at the mess I currently have in front of me.
“Yeah, I’m not eating any of that,” Colton turns his nose up at my offerings. “Do you know how much unhealthy stuff is in the lunch meat?” And here comes the lecture. “You’re a nurse for God’s sake, you should know better.” I roll my eyes at the ceiling and wait for him to do his thing. “And you shouldn’t be eating this late at night anyway, especially if you’re eatingthat.”
“Thank you, Mr. Picture of Health,” I curtsy to him. “Now go away if you just stopped by to annoy me.”
“I stopped in here to tell you that I missed you,” he grins at me. “Even though you’re a cranky bitch.”
It’s a backhanded compliment for sure, but it makes me so happy, I want to cry.
“Colt,” I stretch my arms out to give him a hug, eyes filled with water that’s ready to spill.
“Oh no,” he starts walking backward, almost tripping over his own two feet as he’s trying to get away from me, but I catch up to him and throw my arms around him. He’s so tall now, I have to look way up when I glance at his face.
“I love you, Coltie,” I murmur. It’s something Mom used to call him when he was a baby. And he used to love it when she’d baby talk to him like that, giggling and kicking his little feet.
He remembers it too if the way he’s looking at me now is any indication. “I love you back,” he says. “You’re still my annoying older sister though, and I still don’t think you should eat all that crap you got on the counter,” he smirks at me.
“Bah,” I push him away from me. “Go away!”
With that he turns around and takes off in a run up the stairs to his bedroom, sounding like a damn herd of elephants.
“You two are as close as I thought you’d be,” Dylan calls out, making me jump in place. I almost forgot he was still in the house. For the love of God.
