Chapter 3

The first night in Randy's house went pretty smoothly. He made spaghetti and meatballs with pieces of pepperoni mixed into the sauce which we ate like pigs. His wife came home while we were watching a movie and headed straight upstairs to shower. Randy and I finished the movie and then he took me to the third floor where my bedroom was. It was the last door on the right and had to be big enough for three princesses.

"Ok, I'm going to leave this cellphone here for you. Text me if you need to go to the bathroom or need anything else."

I nodded as I looked around the classy bedroom. He smiled at me slightly and then folded his arms.

"You're surprised aren't you?" he asked.

"Surprised about what?" I asked.

He laughed, "You never thought a man like me would ever settle down and get a great job and a hot wife."

I giggled, "Well you're right about the first two…now the wife I knew you'd have."

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh please you were the number one womanizer in high school. It wouldn't surprise anyone that your wife is beautiful." I said as I took off the jacket of my jumpsuit. "Speaking of her, is she coming to help me with my nightgown?"

"Awe…I was hoping you would let me do it." He said with a sly grin.

I glared at him, "Go get her."

He laughed and ran off to get his wife. While he was gone I took my time looking at more of my surroundings. There was a huge walk-in closet across from the platform bed on which I sat. just behind me or to the left of the bed was a balcony door hidden by thick red curtains. The ceiling too was incredible with a painting of an enchanted sky with little angels resting on the clouds. It was a beautiful room indeed but why did I feel like it wasn't Randy's taste?

"Knock Knock," Sabrina said as she entered the room.

I looked at her as she walked over the closet wearing a deep blue nightgown with silver spaghetti straps. The knee length dress had a silky texture that graced her gentle skin. It was no wonder Randy married her…she was a goddess.

"I hope Randy bought the right stuff," she said as she opened the closet door and turned on the light. She rummaged through it until she found a nightgown that was similar to hers only it was pink.

"Wow...that's pretty thin material." I said.

She giggled, "Girl it's only the best material to sleep in. I couldn't let Randy buy you hand-me-downs when you clearly deserve the best right now in your life."

I nodded, "Oh."

After she helped me get out of my jumpsuit and into my nightgown, she helped me get comfortable in the bed and then took a seat down by my legs.

"Listen I don't want to sound too forward or anything but I don't have a lot of girlfriends in my life and I was wondering if I could talk to you about things…confidentially."

I glanced towards my door for a moment and then sat up on my elbows, "Wait…you can't talk to Randy about things?"

"Well not really….the things I want to talk about I can't necessarily talk to him about." She said. "I just need a female friend if you know what I mean."

I nodded my head slightly. "You can trust me to listen, however don't get upset if the advice I give you isn't what you want to hear."

She nodded her head, "Of course, and please don't tell my husband about the things we talk about. I'd rather him be kept in the dark about this."

"Any particular reason for that?" I asked.

She was about to answer when Randy knocked on the door and peeked his head in. "Hey what are you two talking about?"

"Oh nothing," I said before laying back down. "Just getting to know each other."

He nodded and gently touched his wife's shoulder. "That's really good but I kind of need you in the bedroom my lady."

I giggled as she closed her eyes in embarrassment, "Do you believe this man?"

"I do actually, remember I've known him for a really long time."

They laughed and then Sabrina got up from the bed. "Well let's go my king."

"Yes ma'am, hey Serena I hope you don't mind getting up early. Your physical therapist will be here to greet you around 8am."

I sighed, "I guess I can manage an early morning tomorrow."

"Good." He said before leaving my room. As soon as he was gone I reached over and shut off my lamp enveloping the room in darkness. I would have been able to get to sleep if I was tired enough but I wasn't. I couldn't place why something about Randy seemed a little off. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen him in years?

I shook it off and tried to fall asleep, not succeeding until around midnight. I didn't feel like I slept at all when I heard the knock…no…the pounding on my bedroom door that woke me up.

I stretched out my arms and yelled, "Who is it?"

"The grim reaper….I've come to steal your s-"

"-Damn it Mark can't you just be professional?" Randy said before opening my door.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position as Randy made his way over to my balcony doors and pulled open the curtains. The sunlight hit me like a boxer striking his opponent. I covered my face for a moment before rubbing my eyes and glancing at the man who was going to be a royal pain in my ass for the next several months. He was very tall, maybe close to seven feet, he had long red hair that was pulled back into a tight pony tail. His eyes were emerald green, matching the vicious body he had hidden under his white button down shirt and black dress pants.

I rubbed the back of my neck as he flashed a grin and shook my hand, "Hello, you must be Serena."

I nodded my head, "Yeah that's me, and what do I call you?"

"Well most of my patients call me Dr. Calaway….but you can call me Mark." He said with his southern accent.

I chuckled, "Oh, you must be the egotistical friend I've heard about…No I'll stick with Dr. Calaway."

He narrowed his eyes as Randy laughed at my joke. "Oh that's ok…I'll get you to call me Mark one way or another."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms, "Whatever."

"Anyways kitten, your sessions with me won't start until your feet are in boots." He explained.

"How long will that take?" I asked as I stretched my arms high above my head and arched my back.

Mark's face went blank for a moment as he watched me, making Randy laugh hysterically. I guess in that moment I forgot that I was wearing a thin nightgown without a bra….

"W-well normally it depends on the type of break you suffered. If it's a clean break then it'll take about 4-6 weeks to heal."

I sighed heavily, "Ok and how long do you think it'll take me to get back on my feet from that point?"

He shrugged, "That my dear is up to you. I'm here to guide you, but ultimately it's you who controls your own body."

I gritted my teeth, "Or…you can just tell me how long it's going to take."

He shook his head, "You've got some fire in your soul…I like that."

"Well you're not going to like it if you don't tell me what I need to know." I snapped.

"Serena calm down," Randy said. "Mark's really good at what he does and he'll help you get on your feet."

I folded my arms, "Sure fine. I just want this nightmare to end."

Mark sighed and then placed his hand on my thigh, "Look, I don't know what you've been through, but I'm here to help you."

I glared at him, "Dr. Calaway….please remove your hand from my thigh…"

Randy laughed as Mark tilted his head to the side. "Ok…where would you like me to put it? Maybe a little higher?"

I gritted my teeth as Randy clapped his hands in laughter, "How about up Randy's ass?"

The two of them looked at me in shock before retreating from my room. I didn't know who Randy thought he was bringing that jerk into my room to feel me up, but both of them were going to feel my wrath once I was on my feet.