13 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦
Each time a nurse or doctor was getting into her room Jenny would jump around the door on the outside, all giddy and laughing but actually adamant to see what was happening to her friend inside, making sure she saw her through the door's window just to insure Kathleen she was there, each time earning a shy smile and a hand wave.
"You may come in now, sweetie," the elder nurse tells Jenny with a genuine smile when the doctors are out.
It feels good to know that this nice old nurse is the one to take care of her best friend slash sister. She seems to be a sweet kind woman who really enjoys her job.
Without second thoughts Jenny grabs both purses from the chair next to her and rushes into the room.
"Hey, hon," she says jumping into a quick hug. "How do you feel, sweetie?"
"I'm good, really good. I don't understand what's all this fuss about," Kathleen answers, sitting up on the hospital bed and leaning against the pile of pillows from her back.
She does look good, with pink flushed cheeks and a charming smile is back on her face.
"Well, because you are special, Kath. Besides, the past years have been faint-free so I believe these checkups are really needed considering they're back," Jenny replies.
"Thank you, Jen," the young lady says stopping her friend from all the foamy bubbling.
She worries way too much, she has always been extra careful with her but exactly this care has always made Kathleen feel blessed.
"Hey, sweetie, I would never let that freak hurt you again. By the way..." Jenny tries to continue but pauses, carefully weighing her words, worrying about how her friend would react.
"What is it, Jen?"
"Kath, I called police while I was at your place," she whispers making Kathleen gauge her eyes in surprise and staring at her friend as if she has grown two heads.
"Jenny, why on Earth would you do that?!" Kathleen replies in a pitched voice.
"Hey, I found you fainted on the floor with a nice bump on your forehead! What was I supposed to believe? I thought Jack hurt you and I wanted to teach him a lesson," Jenny replies in her defense and actually no, she doesn't feel guilty nor that she has done something wrong.
"Jack didn't hurt me, Jenny," Kathleen states in a low tone.
"You're blushing, Kath. I know he has something to do with it and I want him to know he can't do it again," her friend becomes serious staring back at her friend and showing she means business.
"He didn't mean it. It was an accident. He pushed me lightly but I stumbled. That's all. I... can't blame you for calling the police. I was scared for a moment, as well. But Jack wouldn't hurt me, Jen," Kath continues, fiddling her fingers and lowering her eyes to her lap unable to convince her friend of what she's saying since she isn't convinced herself.
Jenny softens her eyes and caresses Kath with light touches on the top of her head, tucking some of the hair strands behind her ear.
She had always been there just like an elder sister whenever Kath was down.
"I'm really sorry, hon, but I don't trust him. I've known all along he is no good for you. And still, I wasn't expecting him to act like this. What's wrong with sleeping at my place?" Jenny says.
"He knows," Kath mumbles.
"He knows what, sweetie?" Jenny says frowning her eyebrows but keeping a soft tone to encourage Kath to go on.
"He knows I haven't been sleeping at your place last night."
"You told him?" Jenny asks with concern, her heart clenching in a fist of anxiety.
"No. He was there in front of your house when I arrived. I guess this is why he has gotten so angry. I lied to him, Jenny."
"That is no excuse for abuse, Kath! And besides, I really believe you should move in with me for a while," Jenny decides, holding strong to the promise she has made to Kath years back. Nothing and nobody is going to hurt her again.
"Do you think..." Kath lifts her eyes to her friend, wondering herself the same thing.
Would Jack be capable to hurt her again?
"I don't know and I'm not taking any chances," Jenny clears her intentions without second thoughts.
"He won't allow me, Jen. Before he left he told me to pack and move in with him. He doesn't trust me enough to let me leave alone, as he has said..."
Jenny feels her blood boiling and raising to her temple, popping like popcorns in her eardrums.
It's one thing to get upset, hurt, or whatever the hell he has felt and it's a totally different thing to force Kath to move in with him.
And what angers her more is that it seems to her that Jack is taking advantage of Kath's kindness and her white heart, hurting no one and always trying to find the middle way of avoiding or ending conflicts even if that means giving up on herself.
She did that with her father when she refused to file a complaint against him. She believed her father wouldn't survive through jail so, when he came to tell her he would leave the state she let him go, trusting he would never ever try to meet her.
And so he did. No word has ever anyone heard from him since that day which was nothing but a blessed day. Kath finally managed to move on and slowly regain the trust in herself. But she had never changed.
She continued to be that sweet little thing, always peaceful and understanding pulling back whenever someone else's happiness depended on it.
"Kath, sweetie... he has no rights over you whatsoever, do you understand me? You'll move in with me, and that is that. Now, I'm not saying that you two should break up, but at least try to take a break, distance yourself from him for a while," Jenny suggests, talking in a soft, gentle tone which she knows it's the only tone to reach her friend's brain.
"I should, shouldn't I?"
"It's what I would do. Well, not exactly. I would break up with him after breaking his legs if it were me, but you... being you, a break is in order, I guess," Jenny replies, and Kath knows there's nothing more true about her friend than the words she has said. "Sweetie, the police are outside to talk to you. Now, you tell them whatever you find right to say. I'll support you no matter what you decide," she continues and smiles sweetly.
Kath nods and pulls Jenny in a strong hug.
"Thank you, Jen,"'she says against her friend's shoulder. "I don't know what I would have done without you," she mumbles.
"You don't have to know because that will not happen," Jenny replies and returns the hug. "Oh, and I almost forgot," Jenny remembers, pulling out Kath's phone from her purse. "Mr. Rowllings called while we were on the way," Jenny says with an interrogating look, glaring at Kath between her eyelashes. She smiles meaningfully when her friend's cheeks bloom rosy flushed.
"What? How did he get my number?" Kath asks taking the phone and searching the call log.
"Don't worry. I saved the number," Jenny says proudly.
"Jenny! Whatever for?"
"For you to have it. He said you should call him back. Damn, what a sexy deep voice he has!" Jenny mumbles checking her friend's look.
"O" is all Kath says and blushes some more remembering their night together.
He really mastered her between his hands and she wished it never finished before she fell half asleep, wrapped around his body like a baby girl.
And even that was divine. She never felt so carefree before, so natural in man's arms as she felt with Chase, enveloped in his strong arms, carried to the bedroom where she had the best sleep she could remember.
And let's not start about him being handsome. Tall, broad shoulders, strong arms, with a dashing smile revealing the whitest teeth and the plumpest lips she ever saw.
And his eyes, black, big round eyes, shining with sparkles whenever they looked at her as if she was the shiniest of the gems, the most beautiful of women, the cutes. Those eyes were speaking volumes whenever she was around.
Kathleen giggles, staring at her phone when she finds the number Jenny has saved.
Mr. Hot Rowllings. Because yeah, he is damn hot.
She thinks it's proper to send him a text message but before she has the chance to type anything the door of her hospital room opens wide and two police officers show in.
"Miss Kathleen Howard?" one of them asks.
"Yes?" She replies raising her eyebrows taken by surprise while Jenny stands up and walks away.
"We need to ask you a few questions, ma'am," one of the officers says.
"Kath, I'll be just outside. Call me if you need anything," Jenny whispers, giving Kath a hand squees in a rush and making her way out.
The two officers had not too many questions and Kathleen tried to be as honest as possible but to keep Jack out of the issue. She believed it was better not to start a conflict, especially that her moving in with Jenny and not with him would bring conflict enough, she was sure.
The offices left concluding there was no need for further investigation and filed the case as closed.
As soon as they exited the hospital room, Jenny jumped back in just to see an exhausted Kathleen leaning on her back, lost in some far thoughts.
"Kath, I'm going to pass by your place and pack some things then I'll be back to pick you up. They will let you go home this evening, they've said," she informs Kathleen, earning back a smile.
"Thanks. I could really use a nap, you know. Jen?"
"Did Jack call?"
"No, Kath. And I hope he won't," Jenny replies annoyed, motioning her hands in the air as if trying to send away any trace of Jack.
"Jenny, he loves me. Don't be that..." Kath tries to defend her
"The question is do you love him? Because I can't give a damn on what he feels, Kath. Just give yourself some time, girl. That's all I'm saying."
"Yeah. I need that," her friend replies without answering to Jenny's question but surely grabbing the thought which needs reflection.
Jenny left as soon as Kathleen cuddled under the blankets in preparation for a nap.
She drove to Kathleen's place, picking some of her stuff and dropping them directly at her place then moved to the hospital to pick her friend up, just as she said.
Being left alone and battering with a sleep that never came, Kath could do nothing but think about the recent events in her life.
Sure, she doesn't know yet how the relation with Jack will be in a few years from now on or better to say after the event of today but they are together for one year, and it has been a good year. Jack has been nothing but kind and carrying, has never acted like today, but then again, lying to him is a good enough reason to feel betrayed.
And still, this is a new Jack unfolding to her today and it only makes Kath think twice about them as a couple.
True enough, she lied to him, she kind of... okay, she cheated on him, but that was not a reason for him to act in such a way, making her blood freeze in her veins and her heart wonder what else his personality had to hide.
And the more she thinks about it the better looks to her moving in with Jenny for a while. At least until Jack will calm down and be able to have a decent talk.
She remembers him saying I love you before leaving her flat today and the look in his eyes was soft and genuine, proving he has really meant it. And still, some time apart will do them good.
Having that cleared, she thought, a reply to Mr. Rowllings seemed in order mostly to let him know that there should be no strings attached for what happened the night before.
But there were strings attached already. Not only for Chase but for Kath as well, no matter how much she would fight it.
All she could feel while being loved and molded between his hands was that this wasn't going to be their last encounter and if she was honest enough with herself, she didn't even want it to be the last encounter.
All these thoughts crossing her mind should have looked worrisome, heavy, shaping a complicated future but even to her surprise, nothing felt lighter and natural.
So she definitely should send him back a text message, not too open and not too distant either.
K: Hello Mr. Rowllings. Thank you for checking on me. I'm fine and no, I do not hold you responsible for what has happened last night. It was mutual consent. Have a good evening. K
There. This should be good enough, she thinks leaning in her back and closing her eyes to let herself drift in a well-needed and deserved sleep, not before the phone, still laying in her hand, buzzes.
Of course, there is a reply!
She anxiously opens the message flashing on her screen and a wide smile blooms on her face.
C: I wished you answered so I could hear your voice. What happened last night was more than consent. You were beautiful last night and I do want to see this beauty again. I hope you'll pick the call up next time when I have the chance to give you ring. I'm traveling for a few days. I'll call you when I land. Take care. C.
She giggles like a little kid given candies while rolling her eyes on the text, with butterflies fluttering in her stomach and a racing heart almost breaking her ribs cage.
Well, Mr. Hot Daddy has just made his little girl happy. So happy that she can't help but wonder if this is a la earthly feeling and... is she allowed to feel this way? Is it right that her lips can't stop smiling and her heart beats faster than horses in a race whenever her thoughts travel to Chase? Is it right that she feels at home whenever she relives the night they've had together? Is it right to even think about Chase?
Her eyes are slowly becoming lazy and close while thoughts about Chase rush in like an intoxicating fog.
That text message she has received earlier has brought her peace, an unexplainable feeling of home... and hope.
She wants to reply. She should reply even though she knows that chances for the two of them to grow in a so much desired connection are too few, but for now she wants to enjoy it, as long as it lasts.
Well... most probably until Jack is back.