Abby Has Gone Wild (14 page)

“What are you doing?”

“Putting this on your face and neck, it will
prevent scarring. I forgot last night. Let go, Jack. I’ll only take
a minute.” He lets me go and I quickly smooth the mixture over his
face. Deciding not to press my luck I put the aloe and baby oil to
the side to apply tomorrow. I grab a tissue and clean my hands and
make my way back to the window.

“Why didn’t you go with Shane?”

“I’m not in love with Shane. He’s a nice guy,
but he has bad jokes and horrible taste in clothing. Besides,
doesn’t he have a girlfriend?”

“They broke up, and he has bad taste in
clothing because he’s color blind.”

“Poor guy, someone should help him out with
that.”

“Go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired. I got nine whole hours last
night, I can go on that for at least another week.”

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Me either, stalemate. I’m not your family,
I’m not leaving. I told you already, if you want to get away from
me then you’ll have to walk away.”

The next three weeks are hell. Now that Jack
is awake and forced into inactivity because of his leg, he became
even more angry, and lashes out at every one. I have to admit, I
hadn’t thought he’d ever act the way he was. Even though I want to
slap him on more than one occasion, I bite my tongue and don’t
react. I do, however, slip out of his hospital room for longer
periods in order to keep my sanity. It also makes me feel better
because every time I come back Jack would spit out something ugly
but his eyes wouldn’t leave me.

A new doctor comes to cut off the cast and
it’s a loud noisy effort. It’s hard not to cry at the number of
stitches that they remove. His leg looks like a jigsaw puzzle, it’s
the first time I break the rule of touching Jack for anything other
than to apply the mixture to his back. He’d been adamant about
seeing to his own needs with a nurse for help. I clutch his arm so
hard I leave half moons of my nails. The doctor recommends massage
therapy and physical therapy but not for another week or so. Jack
orders the doctor to sign him up for therapy the next day.
Shrugging at the curt order, the doctor nods.

Claire comes in and with new clothes and
takes the others to be washed. She’s shy but encouraging to Jack.
Jack is an asshole and barely acknowledges her. He shifts on to his
stomach as he had often, to allow the graft on his back to get air.
I move to rub in the aloe and baby oil while ignoring his rude
words and ask Claire about work. We gossip for a little while and
then I walk her to the elevator and she wishes me luck.

When I get back to Jack’s room I try to
stretch out and at least doze but my mind won’t allow it. I hadn’t
gotten more than two hours at a time since that night in Jack’s
bed. I don’t want to admit it but after weeks of sustained lack of
sleep my body is fading. Just as I think I might doze, the door
opens and I see it has been almost an hour since Claire left.

He’s a large, tall, black man with his hair
shaved close to his head and a wide open smile. “Hello. I just
wanted to come by and introduce myself. I’m Omar and I’ll be Jack’s
physical therapist. There might be a time or two when Tricia will
have the fun of working him over but for the most part it will be
me.”

I ask him about where the physical therapy
area is and how long it will last. It’s obvious that Jack isn’t
interested and before long Omar takes the hint from Jack and
leaves.

When Jack shuts off the light, I pretend to
try and sleep and this time I give it a full hour. It seems like it
takes an hour for Jack to fall asleep. Sleep won’t come, so I get
up and go to the window. As I lean against the window and watch the
world go by a sadness comes over me. I’m so tired I’m dizzy and I
wonder if it’s time to give in and go home, at least to sleep. Yet,
even as I think it I shake my head. Jack wouldn’t be there, so what
would it matter if I got sleep or not?

“Abby,” In the quiet of the room his voice
sounds loud. I sink against the window. I don’t want to hear any
more ugly words from him. “Abby, come here.” Slowly, in a stupor, I
make my way to him. He holds out his left hand and I take it. “Put
the rail down and come lay down with me.” I do as he says and slip
in beside him. He feels so good, hard and yet soft and warm.

I sink into him and finally I sleep. I sleep
through the nurse bringing in breakfast and him hissing at her to
get the hell out so I can sleep. I miss him doing the same thing to
my mother and it’s almost noon before I wake as he shifts the
covers over me. It feels so good to be in his arms again and my
hand wanders over his chest. The graft is healing nicely and I
can’t tell the difference really except that his chest is nearly
hairless.

My hands are roaming over him again,
relearning his body after so long. Jack moans my name above me.
He’s hard for me and I smile with happiness and reach for him.

“No, not again, baby. Not you sucking me and
you not coming, not again.” The bed moves until he’s almost sitting
up.

I’m confused. “Jack, I love you in my mouth.
I get off on it as much as you do.”

“No, I want to be inside you.” He grits out
as his hands are firm on my wrists pulling me up his body.

“Jack, no. What if I hurt you?” My hands are
on his chest.

“I’m already in pain from not being inside
you.” His hands move to my hips and I’m wet at his words and I want
to but not at the cost of hurting him. “Abby, pull up your skirt
and open yourself to me.”

It doesn’t matter he hasn’t used his muscles
in almost six weeks, I become weightless in his arms as he picks me
up and moves me over him. Helpless against him and the needs of my
body, I do as he instructs and I’m so wet he slides in deep without
stopping. He’s tearing off my shirt and my bra is gone without me
knowing where it went and his mouth is on my breasts. Sucking,
squeezing, biting and I’m moving on his cock as he taught me to.
After so long without, we are both frantic and his hands are on my
hips urging me on and soon, far too soon, we both hit our climax.
His mouth on my neck, biting and sucking and I’m shaking from the
aftershocks.

My mother knocks and opens the door and then
she’s pulling the door closed again with a loud bang. It gets me
moving and I climb off Jack. All the reasons why we shouldn’t have,
including my mother loudly humming outside the door, a part of
them, are crowding my confused mind. I can’t find my bra and Jack
holds it up and then buries it under the covers and I glare at him
as I pull on my shirt.

“Damn it, Jack. If you set back your
progress, even a day, from that I swear I’m going to hurt you for
it.”

“Relax, I’m fine. Better than fine, in fact,
I could feel the weight of you on one of my hips. I’d wondered if
that hard on that morning was a one off but nope. I could feel your
pussy squeezing my cock like a vice and it felt damn good.”

“Will you shut up!” I hiss and open the door
for my mother. “Sorry, mom, thank you for the tacos.”

“No problem dear. I’m not that old. I can
well imagine stuck in this room all day, the television can lose
its appeal.” She sits down beside Jack as I eat and she acts as if
she didn’t just see what she’d seen and has him talking about the
things he liked about his job and the things he wouldn’t miss. Now
that she’s no longer a Senator’s wife she’s on the look out for
something to keep her busy. Now grandkids those would keep her
busy, she says, longingly. But since those weren’t along just yet,
then a job of some sort would do. She didn’t have to work, but she
likes to be busy.

It isn’t long before Omar comes in to take
Jack for physical therapy. Omar had thought ahead and brought along
scrubs for Jack but urged sweatpants and big oversized shirts, for
the burns. My mother volunteers to make a run to the store for the
needed items. It’s the least she can do, she says, and after
getting Jack’s sizes she’s gone. Omar helps Jack into the
wheelchair and I get up to tag along but Jack orders me to stay
behind and rest.

As I lay in Jack’s bed, I think about my
mother’s words and Jack’s the night Shane came and was ordered to
take me with him. Shane hadn’t visited as often but still came once
or twice a week, and usually bearing food. Shane and Jack didn’t
talk as much as I’m sure they used to but Jack had stopped acting
as if he were simply putting up with Shane’s presence.

My hand shifts over my now very flat stomach.
My mother’s words had reminded me that I’m no longer on birth
control. My first real period isn’t due for another two weeks, from
things I’ve read in the past, now was the perfect time for me to
conceive. After not being on the pill while Jack was in ICU, I had
a painful few days of dark bleeding but not what I would call a
real period. I had fully planned to start the pill again after my
period but now, I don’t know. How angry would Jack be if I was
pregnant? I have no doubt if I’m pregnant Jack wouldn’t let me go
but I didn’t want it to be because of our baby. My ring glints and
I run a finger over it, Jack had wanted forever not so long ago. It
was only after things were uncertain for him, he thought I would be
uncertain, and run. Is today a turning point? Is today a new start
over? And if I am pregnant would he be as happy as me, even if he
could never walk again?

Every night since the morning we made love, I
sleep in the bed and all too often we couldn’t keep our hands off
each other. The nurses had learned to knock loudly and wait.
Surprisingly, none of them said a word, only saying that it
wouldn’t long before Jack is ready to go home. My boss is still
willing to work with me. He’s ordered Claire to bring me my work
laptop and as long as I tell him I’ve put in forty hours a week
then that’s all that matters. The projects he sends are soft balls,
ones he’d give to newbies at the firm. I’m able to work for a few
hours a day and the rest are back to Jack. Omar has taught me how
to massage Jack’s legs and slowly Jack is gaining in physical
therapy and feeling is coming back. Yet, he still couldn’t feel his
toes and he’s fitful each time he tries without success. Only a
week goes by and Jack’s doctor signs off to release him.

I try to reassure him but he becomes distant
as we prepare to leave the hospital.

My mother is there to pick us up, and she’s
driving a new bright pink Cadillac. I ask her if she has decided to
become a madam. She tells me to shut up and I do. Until I realize
she’s going the wrong way.

“Mom, where are you going?”

“Hush dear, not too far now. I’ve heard you
go on and on about this south Austin and I have to say I agree it’s
a nice funky area. Seattle was much more urbane of course, but such
fun I’ve had. I thought I would become a real estate agent and I
met the loveliest young man and he showed me around. He mentioned
this is a popular area for housing and this house is already done
up.

Well, what do you think? There are five
bedrooms, it’s simply sprawling. There is even a pool in the back
for physical therapy and it already has a gate for safety. A nice
large kitchen and if you’ll see the ramp, the last gentleman who
owned it was in a wheelchair and had it modified. Just in case, you
won’t be needing it for long, I’m sure.

I was at the mall trying to find a suitable
wedding present and nothing really struck me. My father bought your
father and I our first home. Which, your father updated and turned
around and sold for a large return. I’m thinking, you guys get this
place and how about I keep your condo. I love your condo. It’s a
perfect location and size for just me.”

The front door opened to a large living room,
to the left is a small bedroom currently being used as an office,
there is a large bathroom another bedroom and then a hallway held a
laundry room and another bathroom and bedroom. Off the right of the
living area there is a massive master bedroom with a walk in closet
and en suite bathroom. The hallway opened into a large kitchen and
a dining room attached.

“Mom, you don’t just buy people houses. What
if we wanted to pick it out? I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“Don’t be so cranky, dear. Just give it a
try, a week or so. If you don’t like it, we can always look for
something else.”

I look to Jack but he’s not paying attention.
I sigh and shrug.

It’s two weeks later and Jack has been two
people all over again. Loving, demanding and needy in the dark of
night and rude and insufferable during the day. It’s really
annoying but I love the house. Jack says nothing, only shrugs when
I ask him about it.

Omar has been kind enough to come to the
house to work with Jack and his call before he comes isn’t
surprising. Except, he’s telling me that Tricia will be coming, in
his place. He’s working with a patient who feels more comfortable
with a man. I make the right noises but I’m fighting to get air in
and the phone falls from my hand and I’m fighting back the
fear.

It’s fine, no big deal but I don’t believe
it. Not in the mood Jack has been in. Not when I remembered how
hard bodied and slim and pretty the woman had been and she was
going to be touching Jack. I’m so scared, I’m crying and I tell
myself to calm down. Jack loves me, he did. Even if he never said
the words, I know he does.

“Abby? What’s the matter?” Jack leans down to
pick up the phone and I’m shaking my head. “God damn it! Abby, what
is the matter with you?”

“Tricia, Tricia, is coming instead of
Omar.”

“Who, so what?”

“I’ve heard her. I’ve heard her talking about
you. She thinks you’re gorgeous and she’s said she can give you all
the TLC you need. And she’s so skinny and her breasts don’t move
and she’s going to be touching you and I just know she’s going to
be wearing something skimpy. I just know it.” I’m shaking.