While the paramedics quickly attend to Talon and carry him off to the nearest hospital, two officers pull Tristan and me aside to question us. Tristan is calm and cooperative despite all the chaos going on around us, as well as his brother getting shot, but my mind is still reeling from everything that happened. Prior to the guys coming in, Garrett had stepped into the bathroom to âprepareâ for my punishment, saying he was going to take a pill that would ensure his longevity to make me pay for whatever he thought Iâd done.
I remember praying to whatever God would listen to me, that theyâd send Talon or Tristan to come save me. I told myself that if they came through for me, Iâd take back all the horrible things Iâve said, the way Iâve acted, and would keep them around because they continuously show up for me despite me pushing them away.
When they burst through the bedroom door, Iâd never felt so much relief in my life. Seeing the way they came to rescue me after the way Iâd last treated them only showed me the kind of men they truly are. I canât hold their fatherâs mistakes over their heads because they are not their father. I definitely have to talk with both of them and tell them the truth.
Itâs the least I can do after the way theyâve risked their lives for me.
âMaâam?â the officer says.
I notice the two officers watching me expectantly, as if theyâre waiting for an answer. âIâm sorry. What did you say?â I ask.
âWe were asking about your relationship to the deceased,â he repeats.
I run a shaky hand through my frizzy hair. âHe and I dated really briefly, but I ended it when he showed that he wasnât a nice guy,â I explain. I tell them about Garrettâs stalking and the lengths I went to remain hidden. The officers both jot down notes on their notepads and ask Tristan and me to give our version of events. Just as I finish telling my story, a couple of people come into the bedroom with a body bag. The last time I saw a dead body was when Tristan and Talonâs mom died, but Iâve never seen someone die in front of me. While it was traumatic, thereâs a peaceful feeling that washes over me as I watch the coroners put him in the bag, zipping it up.
âI think thatâs all for now,â the officer says, pulling my attention back to them. âWeâll be in touch if we have any other questions.â
Tristan and I watch them walk away before he turns to me. âI need to call Dad and let him know what happened.â He sighs deeply. âDo you want a ride back to the apartment?â
I shake my head, the mentioning of his father bringing those previous walls back up. Of course, he has to call him; his father would be concerned to know that his son has been shot. A paramedic approaches me.
âMaâam, do you have any injuries that we need to check?â the woman asks me as her eyes scan my body.
Tristan excuses himself to make his phone call and a sick feeling settles in the pit of my gut. Once Tristan tells him what happened, I know heâs going to ask about me or discuss wanting to see me. That means I donât have much time to get to the hospital to see Talon before their father gets there.
âMaâam? Do you need any help?â the woman asks again.
I shake my head. âNo, Iâm fine. Just a bit shaken up, but Iâm physically fine,â I say softly even though there is an ache between my legs. There is no sense in going in for a rape kit when there is no one left to charge with a crime.
While the active crime scene procedures continue on, I step out onto the porch and order an Uber. Tristanâs car is still in the driveway, but I donât see him anywhere outside. It wouldâve been easier to just hitch a ride with Tristan, but I donât want to run the risk of running into their father.
I anxiously wait for the car to arrive, and Tristan comes to a stop next to me. âSure you donât need a ride?â he asks again.
I shake my head, wrapping my arms around my body. âThe officer wanted me to stay put because he had a couple more things to ask,â I lie.
Tristan frowns. âI can stay with youâ ââ
âIâm fine.â I force a small smile. âHe said heâd give me a ride back into town. Besides, you should probably go get Talon a change of clothes so that he doesnât have to leave the hospital in bloody clothes.â
He contemplates what Iâve said before he slowly nods. âYouâre right,â he says. âIâll stop by the apartment to check on you after I check on Talon.â
I nod to acknowledge his words and watch him leave, breathing a slight sigh of relief. Just as Tristan pulls out of the driveway, my Uber arrives, literally passing him as he continues on down the road. I wait for a few moments before I enter to give Tristan enough time to get further down the road before I get in and finally leave Garrett and the terror heâs caused today behind me.
I walk up to the registration counter at the ER, scanning the waiting room to make sure I donât see Tristan or his father around.
âAre you here to be seen?â the guy behind the counter asks.
I clear my throat. âUm, my brother was brought here not too long ago. Talon Steele?â
He types something onto his computer and grabs a visitor sticker and hands it to me. âRoom 22,â he says. I thank him and walk through the automatic doors when they open. My heart races a little faster as I say a quick mental prayer that Talon is alone long enough for me to check on him. As soon as I can confirm that heâs okay, I can sneak back out before Tristan gets here.
Talon is awake when I get to his room, a small smile on his lips when I walk in. I return his smile and quickly make my way over to his bedside.
âHow are you feeling?â I ask, but then shake my head. âThatâs probably a stupid question. Iâm sure youâre in pain since you got shot.â
âItâs not so bad now. Pain medicine works wonders,â he says with a light chuckle.
I look at his arm, which is now bandaged. âWas it bad? What did the doctor say?â
âItâs not as bad as it couldâve been.â He winces a little as he shifts in the bed. âThe bullet went through, so it was just a matter of stopping the bleeding.â
âDid you lose a lot of blood? You passed out before the ambulance arrived.â
âNot as much as I thought. Probably just went into shock from everything that happened.â
I put my hand on top of his. âIâm just glad youâre okay. I was so worried.â I pause for a moment. âI really do appreciate you coming for me. And Iâm sorry about the way I treated you the last time I saw you. You didnât deserve that.â
âWe werenât going to just ignore something like that if we thought you were in danger.â He holds my gaze. âRegardless of whatever you think, weâre not these evil assholes that you keep trying to make us out to be.â
âI know.â I sigh. I give his hand a light squeeze. âBut I appreciate you guys for not giving up on me.â
âWell, can you start showing that appreciation by getting me something to drink?â He clears his throat. âThat pain medicine has really dried my mouth out.â
I look around but donât see anything in his room. âSure, Iâll go find something,â I say. âAnything in particular?â
âCoffee, if they have it.â
I walk over to the nurseâs station and ask for directions to the vending machine, only to be directed back out to the waiting area. I find the vending machine area and see a machine that dispenses both coffee and hot chocolate for visitors, so I grab a cup for the both of us. Right when I round the corner onto the hall Talonâs room is on, I spot the one person I never wanted to see again.
My breaths come in fast as I take slow steps backward. Mr. Steele stands in the hallway talking with a nurse, listening intently and nodding to whatever sheâs saying. All of the memories of him flood my brain all at once and everything in me screams at me to run. He looks like he did when I was younger, aside from his hair being more gray, but with the fear coursing through my veins, he may as well have been the devil.
He looks away briefly and spots me, recognition and surprise filling his face when he realizes who I am.
I quickly toss the cups of coffee into a nearby trashcan and make a beeline for the door. I have to get out of here before he tries to come after me for one reason or another. Hot tears burn my eyes, but I keep moving, only stopping when Tristan materializes in front of me.
âWhere are you going?â He studies my face and frowns. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI have to go,â I mumble, but he stops me from leaving. âCan you let go of me?â
He keeps his hold on me and leads me out of the ER. When weâre a few feet from the door, he finally lets go. âIs it Talon? Whatâs wrong with you?â
âTalon is fine. I just have to go.â
âWhy the hell wonât you ever tell me what your problem is?â
âBecause you wouldnât believe me anyway!â I snap. âJust leave me alone. Iâll stay away from you guys, so you donât have to worry about me anymore. Just stay away from me.â
âHere you go with this again.â Tristan huffs. âWe literally just saved your life and now youâre back to acting like a basket case yet again.â
I know heâs not going to let me go without some kind of fight, so I say the one thing I know will really set him off. âYou want to know the reason why I left all those years ago?â I chuckle mirthlessly. âI left because all of you became so unbearable when your mom died, and I couldnât stand to be around your grief and sadness. So I took the easy way out. Thereâs your answer. Now you can leave me alone for good.â
At first, he doesnât say anything. His face slowly turns red, and he clenches his hands into fists and, for a second, Iâm worried that he may hit me. The muscles in his jaw tick a couple of time before he releases a long breath.
âYou have twenty-four hours to get out of the apartment,â he says, his voice low and even. âI want nothing to do with you anymore.â He walks away but pauses long enough to add, âStay the fuck away from me and my brother. But that should be easy for you to do, since youâre so good at abandoning the only people who ever gave a fuck about you.â
I watch him disappear back into the hospital as the impact of his words sting my soul. With a reluctant sigh, I walk away from the hospital to the nearest bus stop and prepare to pick up the pieces of my life yet again.
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