"Fuck…" I whispered to myself as I opened my eyes, the lights in the hospital room were dimmed. Pain was shooting through my side and when I tried to move a pain shot through my ribs. I couldn't believe I got hit by a fucking truck.
My mind finally realized what had happened and the only thing I could think of was Dorothea. Katie had told me she was crashing and that I needed to get there now! My heart started to pound as I freaked out thinking the worst. Beeping from the monitor beside me got louder and faster with my heart rate until a nurse rushed through the door.
"How is Dorothea?" I shouted as soon as she was near.
"Who?" I told her Thea's full name and ordered her to find out for me or she'd pay. With a roll of her eyes she walked out. I scoffed and closed my eyes to regroup before I opened them and saw Vince sleeping on the pull out couch by the window. I smiled and closed my eyes to sleep some more knowing he was protecting me.
The next time I woke up Katie, Nat and my mother were standing around me smiling down at me. I growled at them.
"You guys didn't have to come out here." I told my mother.
"Um, hello you were hit by a damn truck!" Nat said in a bitchy tone.
"Don't take that tone with me." I warned her. She just looked at me.
"You're my daughter it's my responsibility. I was worried and freaked out; we took the next plane out." She told me.
"What about Thea?" I said.
"She's okay now, a few more days and they may discharge her." My aunt smiled contagiously, we all shared a relieved smile.
"Where's Vince? How is he?" I asked.
"I sent him to the house; you guys were paying too much for that room. I told him to shower and eat, he tried to fight be he didn't have a chance." Katie grinned.
"Yeah, he wouldn't leave at all, it was getting pretty ridiculous." Natalya through her thoughts in.
"I bet this scared the shit out of him…" I said sadly.
"Yeah, you did, I talked to him earlier. Plus, they were thinking about pressing charges against him for beating the hell out of the driver." Natalya explained.
"What?! He didn't do a damn thing wrong! It's the driver who should be in trouble." I yelled.
"He is in trouble but, Vince hurt him badly and technically he broke the law. They haven't really said anything though so I think Vince is okay." My mother responded.
"When can I get out of here?" I asked no one in particular.
"I think you need to heal more." My mother said in that tone. A tone that you couldn't explain but it annoyed the hell out of you.
"No, I'm eighteen and they can't hold me here against my will, Natalya go find my doctor please." She began to protest but I gave her a stern look and pointed towards the door.
An hour later with much protest from my family and the doctor I was released and told to stay off of my feet. I had hurt my ribs pretty bad and I had a bruise on my side and back the size of Texas itself. We made a quick stop so I could visit Thea before we drove to my aunt's house. With a heavy limp I walked into my aunt's house and into the spare bedroom in the back where Vince was sound asleep. I threw down a bag from the hospital and carefully lay next to him. I was glad to be around someone familiar, sure my family was but Vince was just someone I needed to be around right now. I began to kiss his cheek until he finally woke up looking quite frightened.
"Shit I thought someone else was trying to molest me! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the hospital?" He said looking at me worried.
I rolled my eyes. "You sound like my mother. I was only hit by a truck not a train." I joked. He shook his head in disappointment.
"I can't believe you're making jokes." He said in disbelief.
"Lighten up Vince, I'm okay." I told him with a nudge.
"I witnessed you get hit by a fucking truck Delanie, it's not okay, stop taking this so damn lightly. It's scared the hell out of me!" He yelled angrily. My eyes widened slightly; I wasn't really sure how to react.
"I'm sorry Vince." Was the only thing I could get out at this point.
He sighed. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have snapped like that. It's just that- just stop making this seem like nothing because it was something." He said lowly kissing me deeply with so much need and relief. He pulled away and smiled sweetly at me.
"So the doctors really said you okay to come home?" he asked from the spot in the bed next to me.
"Well not exactly…" I said regretfully.
"Ah man, damn it Delanie why didn't you stay and get better?" He yelled and whined at the same time.
"Vince, I swear if you don't stop this shit I'm out of here." I warned him angrily. He growled loudly and threw his arms up in defeat.
"Fine, have it your fucking way." He spat.
I gritted my teeth. "Look can you just help me get changed for bed?" I threw out annoyed and getting more pissed and to top it off I had to ask for help.
I sat up as best as I could and allowed Vince to take off my jeans; he pulled the jogging pants up to my hips and tied them so they wouldn't fall down. Next he reached for the hem of my shirt, with hesitance he lifted it slowly staring into my eyes. I could see the fire behind his eyes; I smirked seductively as I lifted my arms up so he could remove it. With heavy breathing he looked down at my bare chest and then my bruise; where all movements stopped as his eyes widened in fear and disbelief.
"How can you say you're okay?" He said in annoyance; even though his tone was tired and concerned.
"Vince…" I warned. "Please don't!" I said loudly causing my ribs to spark with pain. I lay back slowly taking deep breaths trying to stop the pain but I knew it wouldn't. Vince reached over to the night table and grabbed my pain pills. He handed me one with a bottle of water. I popped it into my mouth and leaned my head to take a sip of water.
Vince laid down on his side and propped his head up on his palm while he stared intently at my bruise. It started at my hip and wrapped around to my back; nothing but a black and purple stain against my tan skin. I sighed and realized that Vince was really scared shitless about this and I had taken it so lightly, I mean sure it scared me too and I was in a hell of a lot of pain but, I was trying to keep things light to keep my mind off of it and Vince wasn't having it. I looked down at him when I felt a quick ache on my side; Vince was running his fingers lightly around the edge of the bruise with misty eyes.
He leaned forward and planted a light kiss under my ribcage before he sat up on his knees and kissed between my breasts then my chin before he caught my lips in an urgent fast, hard kiss.
"I'm just so fucking glad you're okay." He whispered to me. I nodded nonchalantly and kissed him again. He adjusted his weight to get more comfortable then grabbed my jaw deepening the kiss. Our faces parted quickly when there was a knock at the door.
"Delanie, are you okay honey?" My mother yelled through the closed door.
I quickly pulled the blankets up to my shoulders, hiding my expose chest before answering. "Yes, I'm just going to sleep." I told her.
"Is Vince sleeping?" She asked.
"Like a rock." I replied looking into his eyes.
"Ok well I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." She said; I could hear her shoes on the hardwood floor, walking away. Once I knew she was gone I pecked Vince on the lips and smiled.
"So are you going to sleep now?" He asked casually reaching for my shirt. I grabbed his wrist quickly and put it down.
"Of course not…" I grinned mischievously.
"No, that is a horrible idea." He said in all seriousness.
"Vince," I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'm not saying we should make a damn porno or something, just," I stopped and looked down uneasily. "Just, make me feel good. Make the pain go away." I whispered the last sentence. He smiled slightly and nodded.
His touch was so delicate, so nervous. I knew he was scared that he was going to hurt me but I was sure not to move from the neck down and let him do the work. Passion filled the air around us in the dark room as I would gasp or he'd whisper in my ear and ask me if I was alright, where I would nod and let him know that it's okay. The medication had kicked in so all that was left was a dull ache in my ribs. He lay next to me with his arm under my head; pulling me close, leaving me moist with his kisses. Every now and then someone would walk by the door and we'd freeze and wait for them to walk in but they never did, we'd share a chuckle and then a kiss. Things like that made me feel like I was sixteen again. Made it exciting, being quiet and not getting caught. My palm held his cheek as we shared a deep kiss; I nibbled his lip slightly before I pull away and squirmed slightly. Vince stopped and looked at me with concern.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly.
"For the millionth time, I'm just fine." I nudged his forearm with my hip; he hesitated but continued as he assaulted my neck with kisses.
Between the pain, pleasure, passion radiating and the heat rising I spilled over the edge with a throaty moan as my body tensed and ached with pain. Between the pain and pleasure, it was almost unbearable but it was amazing. My fingers were knotted in his hair, unconsciously tugging and pulling him closer at the same time. I finally caught my breath as my heart rate slowed down; he was running his knuckles over my thigh slowly. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled.
"That better?" He asked with a smirk.
"You have no idea…" I said with a chuckle. "You really don't… I love you V." I said with a smile. "And I didn't mean to scare you like that."
"I know you didn't, I love you too babe." He said with our foreheads touching.
Just then we heard the doorknob start to turn slowly. You could tell whoever it was, was trying to be as quiet as possible. Vince quickly brought the blanket up over us and laid still next to me as we pretended to be asleep. I smile and watched the door to see who it was I know that they couldn't really see us because the room was pitch black, in the doorway I could see my mom poke her head in for a second and then back out slowly before shutting the door silently. I put my hand over my mouth to sustain the laughing.
"Does she always do that?" Vince whispered.
"No, just when I get hit by cars." I reply sarcastically hitting him lightly.
"That was just a little weird." He shook his head smiling.
"She's just worried about me, that's all." I told him. He nodded in agreement and rested his head on my shoulder. We lay silent for a few minutes. "I could really use a cold drink right about now." I chuckled.
"Do you want to go and get you one?" He asked lightly.
"No, they think we're sleeping; besides she's probably in bed by now." I said leaning my head on his.
I told him we'd wait a few minutes before sneaking quietly to get a drink. So after a few minutes I began to get up and attempt to slip on my shirt. When it didn't work he helped me with a snicker but it was cut short when I started to stand.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
"I'm getting a drink." I state.
"No, I'll get it." I shot him a death glare telling him to drop it before I stood slowly. He growled angrily and walked out behind me. Vince went to the bathroom as I went into the kitchen to get a drink. I found Nat sitting at the table with a bowl of ice cream.
"Hey…" She said nonchalantly, licking her spoon.
"Hi," I limped to her. "Give me a bite." She obliged and fed me a spoonful before I reached into the fridge.
"I uh, heard Vince yelling earlier. Are things okay?" She asked with concern.
"Yeah of course," I said happily. "He was just upset that I left the hospital early instead of getting better. It's fine now." I told her smiling a bit.
"Ok, well I'm going to bed." Natalya stood and put her bowl in the sink before giving me a kiss on the cheek before she padded upstairs. I grabbed two water bottles and walked back into the spare room where Vince was sitting up trying to get a good station to come in on the clock radio. I handed him a water and opened mine and took my medicine.
"You know what V?" I asked him lightly, looking down at him since I was still standing up. "I need a damn cigarette." I told him simply. He laughed.
"Oh yeah, my girl's back!" He said before we snuck onto the back patio to have a smoke.