“NO, fuck you,” I screamed at the man standing in front of me. “Let’s go bitch, I’m not asking again.” He yelled at me, grabbing me by my arm. I reached up and scratched him across the face. “FUCKING BITCH!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. I tried to stop him, but he shoved it into my stomach. The pain was unreal.
I screamed as I shot up from my sleep. The pain that I felt in the dream hadn’t gone away. I looked down at my stomach where I had been shot. My shirt was soaked with blood. I lifted my shirt feeling the sting of it separating from the dried blood spots. The stitches had ripped open. I guess when I was having the dream, it happened.
Derick came running into the room, gun drawn and ready. He saw the blood on my shirt and hands and came running to me.
“Oh my God. Are you ok? He ran to the bathroom and grabbed some towels and gently put pressure on my wounds.
“Yeah, I just had a nightmare, and I guess they ripped open in the process.” I laid my head back on the pillow trying to calm my body from the dream.
“You scared me, I thought someone was in here,” Derick said. The fear in his voice was so sincere. I reached over and put my hand on his chest to help reassure him.
Things were getting hot between us since Stella introduced us back at my apartment. There had been plenty of flirting and butterflies between us, but nothing has happened yet. I was scared to get close because I didn’t want to just be one of his bar whores, and I was scared that he didn’t feel the same way. I know he was flirting back, but could it have been that he was just being ‘nice’ since I was Stella’s friend? I was going to talk with him when they got back from the big take down, but plans changed.
“I’m going to get Stacy in here to look at those.” He said as he walked back out the door. “Do you need anything while I’m down there?” He asked turning around looking at me.
‘You’ I thought, but quickly quieted that voice and said “Maybe some water, please.”
“You got it.” He said winking at me and walked out the door. Fuck what are you doing to me, Derick? I wanted to jump him right there, but seeing as my wounds were nowhere near healed, I needed to calm that thought.
It had been about a week since I was shot. Due to the extent of the damage the bullets caused, I was on bed rest as much as I could. I have been trying to obey that as much as I can, but laying in a bed for 24 hours a day was not that much fun. Derick has tried to be here with me as much as he can, but the club has been working extra trying to find the Mayham’s and come up with a plan when they did find them. Stella keeps me company the rest of the time. I love talking to her about baby stuff, marriage, and baby names. She is also supposed to be on bed rest with the babies and her wounds too. So she comes in and lays with me.
“Bree, you need to take it easy.” I heard Stacy say as he entered the room. She had a smile on her face, but I could also tell she was serious about it. Derick walked in behind her, putting the water on the nightstand.
“Yes ma’am,” I said, putting my head back.
“What did you do to cause this much ripping?” She asked me as she moved the towels
“Ow!” I hissed in pain, throwing my head back when she started looking at my stitches.
I noticed Derick had a concerned look on his face. He looked helpless as I started tearing up.
“It was a dream I was having. Trust me, not what I would have wanted to dream about. I guess because I was squirming so much, I ripped them open.” I closed my eyes, trying to focus on Stacy and not the content of that horrible dream.
“I’m going to have to redo these.” She said. “Do you want me to numb them or just do it and be done?”
“Numb them, please.” She laid some gauze on the blood and told me to put pressure on it. She stood up and said, “I will be right back with everything.” She headed out the door, and I looked over at Derick.
He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down in a chair. “I’m sorry you had such a rough dream. Is it because of this?” He asked me, putting his hand on mine while I was holding down the gauze. FUCK, the feeling that went straight to my core.
All I could do was shake my head, I couldn’t speak. The feeling was too intense. Oh, how I wanted his hands all over my body.
“Alright, Bree,” Stacy came back in, breaking my thoughts. “This is going to sting, but should start working quickly.” Derick moved his hand and stood up from the chair, allowing Stacy to get close to me to work.
“I’m going to step outside. Let me know if you need anything from me.” Stacy nodded her head and started sticking the needle in.
“SHIT,” I said as I heard the door to the room close.
“So, what’s the deal with you and Bullets?” Stacy asked me.
“What do you mean?” I asked her, trying to pretend I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“You know what I mean.” She said, smiling.
“There is no deal,” I said, lying back and closing my eyes. How I wish that wasn’t true.