Chapter Twelve
I left the
hospital around eight that night.
Cameron was gracious enough to wheel me out of there. Yeah, wheelchair and all. This time he didn't have his little
truck. It was a van. Inside the van was this extremely beautiful
woman with blonde hair and grayish green eyes.
Her skin was tanned perfectly.
She must have been a werewolf because her power vibrated down my skin.
Cameron
pulled down little steps inside the van, which would allow me being wheeled
inside the van a hell of a lot easier.
I stared at
the blonde and wanted to slap her.
"Hey, could you calm down with the power? I just got out of the fucking hospital. I'm not that much of competition today."
She shyly
smiled and shrugged. "I'm
sorry. I wasn't thinking."
I rolled my
eyes and let Cameron catch hold of the wheelchair.
He picked it
up just a few inches off the ground so the wheels would catch on the step. My back nearly caught on fire when he set it
down. He touched my cheek when he knew
that he had accidentally hurt me. I
quickly pulled away from him when the lady in the seat pretended to cough. She has to be his girlfriend. Snotty bitch.
Cameron
tried to place me in a seat, but I pushed him off. If I couldn't do it by myself, I shouldn't be leaving the hospital. My arms shook incredibly under the force of
my body while I pushed myself on the seat.
When I finally sat down, my body tensed up. It felt like one large charlie horse everywhere. I began screaming and Cameron was right
there. He tried to calm me down, but I
kept screaming. Dammit, it fucking
hurt. The lady looked back at me with a
wicked smile. She was enjoying it. Her facial expression changed once Cameron
glanced at her, she smiled, naturally.
Bitch.
The pain
began to ease down on the way to Cameron's house. Cameron kept turning around in his seat just to stare at me. It wasn't irritating on my part although it
must have bugged the shit out of the lady.
He wasn't paying attention to her.
"Cameron,
who's the wheelchair woman?"
"My
name's Sara. What the hell is
yours?"
She turned
her head towards me for a second then back to the road. "Andromeda Weaver. I'm cutie pie here's," she put her hand
on his, "girlfriend."
He just
looked the other way. Damn, she sure
was fucking up. No wonder why he was
coming on to me so strong.
She jerked
her hand away from his and put it back on the wheel.
"How
long have you been here?"
"About
a week now."
"How
long you been in the hospital?"
"About
a week."
She laughed
a wicked, hate filled laugh.
"Selena sure did beat the shit out of you."
"Yeah,
but who's alive?"
Cameron
looked back at me with a smile that could have put the sun to shame. "In about five minutes, you'll get to
see where the superman lives." He
showed me a muscle man pose. I laughed,
but my side hurt again. Dammit.
I sat there
in the back of the van wondering where my life was going. I've got bats coming out of my ears and a
man trying to get to know me. Which is
better, which is worst? I have no
idea. Maybe Claud will be waiting at
his house ready to make me feel alive again?
Maybe I'll see my sister smiling too.
No, she's gone. You think that
for a girl that lost every family member, she'd take losing someone
better. I guess not.
My eyes
looked ahead of me at the two heads popping up behind the seats. The girlfriend and the guy that likes
me. Bad combination. I've got a feeling I'll be seeing more of
Andromeda. Hopefully not right now.
37
Midnight Fly
Copyrighted
to Sara Watson, 2000.
