Authors: Shantel Tessier
Uncontrollable (47 page)
“She was sick this morning,” he says. “She said it
was morning sickness but I think she’s terrified you’re going to leave her. Or
maybe it has to do with Jeremy not being in jail.” He shrugs. “Either way she’s
worried to death, and it’s making her sick.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say brushing it
off.
“Then what do you want to talk about?” he snaps.
“How you missed her checkup today?”
Fuck, was that today?
I fist my right hand
and my skin pulls from the scratches that I received from punching the door
last night. I lean up and place my hands on my desk. “Why are you all of a
sudden shoving your nose in my marriage?”
“You’re joking, right?” He snorts. “I’m trying to
help you find out what the fuck is going on and all you seem to be doing is
ignoring your wife.”
“Then do your job and stay out my marriage,
Parker,” I retort.
He stands and then looks down at me. “What the
fuck is you problem, man? I get it. She kept something important from you...”
“No, you don’t you don’t
get it
,” I
interrupt him. “When you love someone more than life itself, then you can tell
me you understand how I feel,” I snap. “Right now, I just want you to get out
of my office so I can work.”
He looks at me with hard dark eyes for a few
seconds before he stands, turns, and slams the door to my office.
I lean back in my chair and run a hand through my
hair. My phone beeps again reminding me I have a message. I pick it up to read
it.
Angel:
Please call me. I need to talk to
you. It’s important.
I scowl as I exit out of it and reply to another
message I have from my mother.
Me:
I’ll be there.
I would rather go to my parents’ for dinner than go
home. Me going home would only cause more bad than good for us. I’d just blow
up and make her cry. I know when I will go too far and say the wrong thing, and
this is that time.
I get out of the shower and
dress in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt when I hear the door from the garage
open. I take off in a mad dash down the hallway only to come to a quick stop
when I see Parker standing in the entryway.
“Parker?” I say throwing my hand over my racing
heart. “You need to call Slade,” I start to ramble. “I’ve called and texted
him, but he’s not answering.” I gasp trying to catch my breath.
He rushes over to me and places his hands on my
shoulders. “It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” he says trying to calm me
down.
I shake my head quickly. “I went to jail. I saw
Jax…”
“What?” He lets go and takes a step back from me.
“I had to,” I say when he looks at me wide-eyed.
“He knows things…” I wave my hands in the air. “He said someone is after Slade.
Parker, you have to warn him,” I plead as tears start to well up in my eyes.
“Someone wants to hurt him,” I cry.
He wraps his arms around me and rubs my back
gently. “Nothing is going to happen to him. I promise. Jax is just trying to
screw with you.”
I cry into his uniform and hug him tightly. After
I calm down and am able to take a few deep breaths I pull away.“How did you get
in?”
And why do you keep showing up?
“You left the garage door up,” he says still eyeing
me with concern. “Did you mean to?”
I shake my head. “I must have forgotten to close
it.” I sigh. “Why are you here, Parker?” I can’t help but sound depressed.
“I wanted to come and check on you again. Are you
feeling better?” His concern actually makes me wish he didn’t care. I just want
to be left alone right now.
I lie. “Yes.” I turn around and go to try to call
Slade again when he stops me.
“How was your checkup?”
“It went well.” I swallow trying not to get
emotional about Slade not being there. “The baby is doing great.” I pat my back
pocket where I placed the ultrasound picture.
“Slade didn’t go,” he states more than asks.
I shake my head as my bottom lips starts to
tremble. God, I will never make fun of Courtney for crying ever again.
He takes a step toward me once again, and I cover
my mouth not wanting to let the sob escape. I allow my body to go limp when I
feel his arms wrap around me.
“I’ve tried calling and texting him. He won’t
answer,” I cry into his shoulder. “You have to call him. You have to warn him,”
I plead.
“Shh,” he says soothingly as he runs a hand down my
back.
He holds me as I bare my soul to him. To this man
who just four months ago I couldn’t stand now seems to be the only one who
cares how I’m doing.
“He’s going to get hurt,” I whisper.
“No.” He pulls back from me and looks me in the
eyes. “I won’t let that happen.”
I shake my head as I try to wipe the tears from my
eyes. “He’s still so mad at me. He won’t answer my calls.”
“I spoke with him earlier, and he had a meeting to
go to.” He lies for his friend, and it breaks my heart. He’s trying to save me
from more heartache.
“Not all day.” I shake my head. “I lied to him.
How could he ever forgive me?”
I expect him to say he will forgive me, or that it
will all be okay, but instead he sighs and says, “Grab your stuff and let’s
go.”
“Why?” I sniff.
“Because I am taking you over to the Long’s. You
guys need to talk this through right now. You can explain what Jax told you.
I’ll wait for you, and you can ride with me.”
I wrap my arms around myself and continue shaking
my head. I saw where Slade had responded to Vivian’s text since I was part of
the mass message. He didn’t respond to my message—he doesn’t want to be around
me. And I also saw where Tate responded that he was going to be out of town this
evening and couldn’t make dinner. “I’m not going. You can tell him.” I don’t
want to start another fight in front of his parents.
“I’m going to take you over there,” he says
allowing no argument.
Will it make it worse? Yes. I know for a fact that
he will walk out once I explain that I went to see Jax. But if that saves his
life, then I will do it. “I’ll go over there.” He has been ignoring me all day,
and I can’t take the cold shoulder any longer. “I’ll drive myself,” I say. “I
don’t know how long he plans on staying over there, and I’m already worn out.”
Plus, Parker is in uniform. I don’t want him to get called out and leave me
there. It could get uncomfortable quickly.
He looks relieved that I am willing to go over
there. “As long as you go over there. I’ll still go as well.”
I hate that the thought of him being there makes me
feel better. When did I become this person who needs someone to hold their
hand?
Quickly I grab the truck keys.
“I’ll follow you,” he calls as he walk through the
garage to his cop car sitting in our driveway.
Closing the garage door as I back out, I pull up
to the first stop light. I look in my rearview mirror and see Parker behind me.
When the light turns green I go through it. The following light continues to
stay green for us as well.
The next thing I know is I feel a jolt, and I hear
a squealing noise. My body gets pushed forward, but I don’t go far. My face
instantly stings followed by a loud popping sound and then all I see is smoke.
I scream but it’s cut short when I hit the left
side of my head on something hard. I can’t breathe, I feel as if something is
sitting on top of my chest. I try to gulp in air but there’s nothing. I start
to panic and pull on my seatbelt. I can’t get it unfastened.
In the distance I can hear screaming and commotion
as I feel like I’m lying on top of something uncomfortable on my left side. I
have no more strength. My head pounds and my face stings.
“Samantha?” I hear a familiar voice scream through
all the fog and pain. “Hang on, Sam.” It continues to speak but I can’t place
it.
Then it all just fades away.
I sit in my mom’s kitchen
next to Josh as my mom and Micah stand in front of us talking about the trip
she had to go on this morning. I can tell he’s still pissed at Holly. She had a
six o’clock flight out this morning with her mother and father for two days.
Her going on this trip means I have to wait two fucking days before I can get
any info on Jeremy that I need from her work.
“Where’s Samantha, dear?” my mother asks. “She
didn’t respond to my text.”
I want to ignore her, but it’s like the third time she’s
asked. I go to say ‘she’s sick’ or some lame ass excuse when my phone vibrates.
Parker
flashes across my screen. I press ignore.
Josh’s phone instantly rings.
“What’s up?” he asks casually.
I hear voices rise as if they are screaming.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down man. I can’t
understand you,” he says as he stands up and takes a few steps away from his
chair. He places one finger over his other ear to hear him better.
I hear what sounds like Parker rattle off a few
things then I hear him yell ‘Sam’. I fist my hands on the table. Can’t he stay
out of my fucking business? What’s he gonna do? Tell Josh I’m ignoring my wife?
It’s not like Josh and Courtney have never had a fight.
“You have to slow down,” Josh says harshly. “I
can’t hear a fucking thing! What is that noise? Sirens.” He answers his own
question.
“He supposed to be working,” Micah adds.
I hear Parker yell a little bit more before all the
noise stops together. Josh stands with his back to us as he slowly lowers his
phone down to his side.
I look up to Josh as he turns around. His face is
pale, and he looks to be in shock. His eyes lock on mine as he speaks. “We have
to go.”
I shake my head and look away. I pick up my beer
before answering. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Slade...” He swallows, and I see his eyes start
to tear up. “It’s Sam…” He clears his throat.
“What’s wrong with her?” I ask starting to worry.
Was she worse than Parker thought? He said she had been sick today.
“She’s been in an accident,” he says softly.
I shove my chair back and stand “What kind of
accident?” I demand.
He runs his hand through his long hair and shakes
his head letting out a breath. “I don’t know. He was hard to understand. All I
know is that Sam was in the Chevy truck and someone hit her. Parker was in the
ambulance with her on the way to the hospital.”
“Oh my God,” my mother cries before placing a hand
over her mouth. “Is she alright?” she begs.
Josh looks from my mother to me, and I feel my
heart sink.
She’s not alright.
I rush through the hospital
door in a daze. Looking every which way trying to figure out where the fuck I
need to go.
I hear Josh come in behind me. “Where the fuck do I
go?” I turn to look at him. He was the one who spoke with Parker. I know
nothing.
He doesn’t speak to me as he walks past me, and I
follow after him. We walk through another set of double doors to the right of
us when I hear Parker’s voice speaking harshly to someone.
“I told you to get a doctor,” he snaps.
“I’m well qualified to make that assumption,” I
hear a woman’s voice say before I round the corner and see Parker and a nurse
in blue scrubs facing each other.
“Assumption isn’t good enough. Get a goddamn
doctor,” he screams in her face.
“What’s going on?” I ask approaching them. “Where
is she?” I start to look around the hallway.
The petite redheaded nurse turns to me and starts
to speak when Parker interrupts her. “Go change a bed pan, sweetheart,” he says
dismissively.
Her head snaps to look at him, and she narrows her
eyes before spinning around and taking off. “What’s going on?” I repeat. “Where
is my wife?” I demand this time.
Parker takes a step toward me, and that’s when I
finally notice his uniform. My body goes cold, and my breath catches in my
throat. His dark blue uniform is covered in dark red blood. More than a human
could lose and still survive.
“Angel,” I choke out. “Is she…?”
“We don’t know anything yet,” he says softly
holding up his blood stained hands.
“I need to see her,” I say spinning around looking
for the nurse to give me directions to my wife.
“She’s in surgery, Slade.” He places a hand on my
arm.
Surgery?
“For what? What’s wrong with her?”
I shout starting to panic.
He shuffles from foot to foot.
I run a hand over my hair. “What happened?” I
choke on my words. “What were you even doing with her?” He had just been up at
my work earlier today pissing me off. When had he been with her?
He goes to answer but is cut off when I hear a gasp
come from behind me. I spin around to see Courtney almost crumble to the floor
when her eyes land on Parker’s shirt. “No,” she starts to scream. “No.” Tears
run down her face, and she covers her mouth with a shaky hand.