he could. Then when he was coming back for her, I stopped him. He…yelled some things at her that made me mad, so I started punching him.”
He takes a deep breath. “When I started to walk away from Jax, he came at me. Jax pushed Sam down when she tried to stop him. She fell and hit her head, passing out. We brought her to the hospital, and they’re running tests on her right now.”
Holy shit.
This cannot be happening. My head is spinning. He was going to hit her? Ended up pushing her down? She passed out?
“Is she okay? I mean, when you drove her to the hospital, did she wake up? Speak to you? Anything?” What if she’s badly injured? Fuck, I would never forgive myself. This is my fault. I should have told her everything.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck !
“We don’t know anything right now. And no, she was passed out cold the entire way to the hospital. Her head was bleeding, and I couldn’t get her to wake up. Holly was freaking out, and I couldn’t get her to calm down.”
He sighs. “Jax took off. We talked to the police and filed a report. They are out looking for him right now.”
He sounds so defeated. Not like my brother at all.
“Fuck, Micah!” I slump back in my chair and run a hand through my hair. I wish I was the one who had beat Jax’s face in.
“Hey, I have to call you back. I see the doctor coming towards us.” He doesn’t wait for my response before hanging up. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t have either.
How is all this shit happening? I should have beaten the fuck out of that idiot when he was in my house, or at the very least, thrown his ass out.
He wanted to hit the face that went along with that sweet voice? I have never hit a woman in my life, no matter how crazy one can get, and I’ve had some get fucking crazy. I don’t mind fighting with a man, but you just don’t hit a woman.
My phone startles me out of my thinking. “Micah?” I hope it’s him with good news.
“Yeah, it’s me. The doctor said she’s awake and is going to be okay.” He lets out a breath. “She has a few stitches, but like I said, she’s awake now. Holly just went back to see her. They are going to get the paperwork started for her release, then we are taking her to our place. Just wanted to let you know,” he says flatly.
Thank God it was good news. “Micah, is there something else wrong? I can’t help but think you’re mad at me.” Actually, I know he’s mad at me. I can tell from his voice.
“No.” He pauses. “I… I’ll call you later, Slade.”
“Wait! Micah, tell me what’s going on. I know there is something you’re not telling me.” There’s no way I’m getting off this phone until he tells me why he’s pissed at me.
“Well...”
There’s a long pause. I don’t know why he’s waiting. We both know he’s going to tell me the problem.
“It’s about Sam.”
My entire body tenses, wondering what else could be wrong. I don’t know her, but I know she does not deserve what happened to her.
“Jax told her I knew he was sleeping with Bridgette.”
Not what I was expecting him to say.
“Why would he say you knew?”
“Because he told her that you saw them in bed together.” Fuck! “And that you must have told me, which you should have. I would have told her. She didn’t deserve to find out by walking in on them in the middle of the act, in her own house.” His voice rises, and he is clearly pissed at me.
“You’re right!” I rub a hand over my forehead. “I should have told her. But—”
“All you ever do is think of yourself,” he hisses. “Do you know what could have happened if I hadn’t been there?”
I rub my forehead roughly with my hand as I start to get aggravated. “I didn’t know their story. I didn’t know either of them. Fuck, I didn’t even know he had come back to my house. I had just met him earlier that night. I never thought it would end like this, with him trying to hit her.”
Why am I the one getting blamed, when Jax is
He takes a deep breath. “When I started to walk away from Jax, he came at me. Jax pushed Sam down when she tried to stop him. She fell and hit her head, passing out. We brought her to the hospital, and they’re running tests on her right now.”
Holy shit.
This cannot be happening. My head is spinning. He was going to hit her? Ended up pushing her down? She passed out?
“Is she okay? I mean, when you drove her to the hospital, did she wake up? Speak to you? Anything?” What if she’s badly injured? Fuck, I would never forgive myself. This is my fault. I should have told her everything.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck !
“We don’t know anything right now. And no, she was passed out cold the entire way to the hospital. Her head was bleeding, and I couldn’t get her to wake up. Holly was freaking out, and I couldn’t get her to calm down.”
He sighs. “Jax took off. We talked to the police and filed a report. They are out looking for him right now.”
He sounds so defeated. Not like my brother at all.
“Fuck, Micah!” I slump back in my chair and run a hand through my hair. I wish I was the one who had beat Jax’s face in.
“Hey, I have to call you back. I see the doctor coming towards us.” He doesn’t wait for my response before hanging up. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t have either.
How is all this shit happening? I should have beaten the fuck out of that idiot when he was in my house, or at the very least, thrown his ass out.
He wanted to hit the face that went along with that sweet voice? I have never hit a woman in my life, no matter how crazy one can get, and I’ve had some get fucking crazy. I don’t mind fighting with a man, but you just don’t hit a woman.
My phone startles me out of my thinking. “Micah?” I hope it’s him with good news.
“Yeah, it’s me. The doctor said she’s awake and is going to be okay.” He lets out a breath. “She has a few stitches, but like I said, she’s awake now. Holly just went back to see her. They are going to get the paperwork started for her release, then we are taking her to our place. Just wanted to let you know,” he says flatly.
Thank God it was good news. “Micah, is there something else wrong? I can’t help but think you’re mad at me.” Actually, I know he’s mad at me. I can tell from his voice.
“No.” He pauses. “I… I’ll call you later, Slade.”
“Wait! Micah, tell me what’s going on. I know there is something you’re not telling me.” There’s no way I’m getting off this phone until he tells me why he’s pissed at me.
“Well...”
There’s a long pause. I don’t know why he’s waiting. We both know he’s going to tell me the problem.
“It’s about Sam.”
My entire body tenses, wondering what else could be wrong. I don’t know her, but I know she does not deserve what happened to her.
“Jax told her I knew he was sleeping with Bridgette.”
Not what I was expecting him to say.
“Why would he say you knew?”
“Because he told her that you saw them in bed together.” Fuck! “And that you must have told me, which you should have. I would have told her. She didn’t deserve to find out by walking in on them in the middle of the act, in her own house.” His voice rises, and he is clearly pissed at me.
“You’re right!” I rub a hand over my forehead. “I should have told her. But—”
“All you ever do is think of yourself,” he hisses. “Do you know what could have happened if I hadn’t been there?”
I rub my forehead roughly with my hand as I start to get aggravated. “I didn’t know their story. I didn’t know either of them. Fuck, I didn’t even know he had come back to my house. I had just met him earlier that night. I never thought it would end like this, with him trying to hit her.”
Why am I the one getting blamed, when Jax is
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