Damaged Love (Bound Series Book 2) (2 page)

“Well I guess they have spoken for me, so that rule is taken care of. What is next?”

“Second, you are basically on bed rest. No work, no walking around, and no stress.”

“Bed rest, really? I feel fine. Why do I need to be on bed rest?”

“Well, I can throw these papers away missy, and you can stay here for the next couple of weeks.”

“No, no, no! Bed rest it is,” I practically scream at her.

“That’s what I thought. Next, if you have any headaches at all, you are to call your doctor. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” I give her a salute.

“I can’t stress this enough. No stress Kayla. If you stress, it could cause all kinds of problems for your health. So I just need a signature from you, and then I will take out your IV, and you can be on your way.”

“Okay, I will do what you say, I swear, I have been in here long enough and no offense you all are a kick ass staff, but I want my kind sized bed and my seven head shower.”

“No offense taken dear. We understand and want you to be able to stay home. That is why the rules of discharge are so important for you to follow.”

“We all will make sure she does what she is supposed to do,” says Patrice.

“So Kayla, now that I have gone over everything, do you have any questions for me?” the nurse asks.

“No, not that I can think of. I am sure my family here can answer everything for me since they were the ones who were awake when the doctors were talking to me in the beginning. I take that back, I do have one little question?”

“Sure doll, what is it?”

“I’m freaking starving! Can I eat normal food?”

“Ha ha, yes just take it easy. Your throat will be sore for a while because of all the tubes and stuff we had down your throat, but it should be okay within a few days.”

“Oh thank god, because I am craving Ivar’s.”

“That is a good place; just take it easy and you should be fine.”

“Thank you so much. I am sorry, but I never even asked your name.”

“My name is Kerrigan.”

“Oh wow! What a beautiful name. Well I would say that it has been nice knowing you, but to be honest I hope I never see you again. And I mean that with no disrespect.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. None taken. Again, please take care of yourself.”

“I will, I promise. Patrice, will you please help me get dressed? And the rest of you, can you wait outside please?”

“Yes Kayla I will,” she says, ushering the rest of my dysfunctional family out of the room.

“Thank you for staying Dr. Doyle. I am sure you have other patients.”

“Kayla dear, I told you from day one that I would always be here for you. And I have a staff of people who can work for me at any time.”

“I just want you to know that it means the world that you are here. You know that I have longed for my birth mother, and well, you are the closest thing I have to a mother.”

“Oh Kayla honey, you just made my day because I think of you like a daughter as well.”

I get up and hug her neck and I see a tear roll down her cheek.

“Hey Patrice, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, you know you can ask me anything.”

“The other day when Millie was in here, she said we all have secretes. What did she mean when she said that?

“Oh, it was nothing worth talking about. One day I will tell you all about me, but let’s get you better first?”

“Okay, but you know I will not forget about this.”

“Yes Kayla, I know this all too well. I promise one day, when I know there will be no interruptions, I will tell you but not right now. Let’s get you dressed so that you can go home and relax. You may as well accept it because that’s all you will be doing.”

“Yeah, please don’t remind me. Before I get too relaxed, I need to call and check in with my job. Hell, I don’t even know if I still have a job. I hope so because my medical bills are going to be off the charts.”

“Your work will be there in a couple of weeks dear. You are going to do what the doctor said. You are going to relax and nothing else, do you understand me?”

“Geez, I got it drill sergeant,” I smile at her, grab my bags of stuff, and open the door. When I look down, I see my chariot—the wheelchair they make you ride in when being discharged.

I look over at Garrett, and he smiles at me before saying, “Get in my lady, and I will be your escort for the ride down.”

Something about that man gives me goose bumps in my lady parts. Damn I can’t wait to get home so I can do some naughty things to him.

CHAPTER TWO

Finally Home

“Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m finally going home. Garrett is driving me, and I am gazing out the window wondering what Elijah is going to try to do next. I’m startled when I feel a hand squeeze mine as a tear falls from my eye.

“Kayla? Baby, please don't cry. I can handle anyone else crying, but you I can’t. Let’s wipe those tears and get you safely inside your house.” Garrett says, kissing the back of my hand as he pulls into my driveway.

“If only you knew the fear I keep bottled within. I keep it from you and the others in order to protect you. Babe, if you only knew the pure hell they put me through. You know everything I went through because I have shared everything with you, but you can’t experience the feelings. Knowing is not the same as reliving every minute of every day of torture. If you could experience those feelings—my feelings, then you might understand how afraid I am.”

I’m scared shitless for me and for my little family. No, we aren’t a blood family, but these misfits are the only family I have, and I’ll be damned if I let some trifling, Twatwaffle destroy what little bit of happiness I have.

A few seconds later, he is coming around the truck and lifting me out. Instead of placing me on the ground, he carries me into my home and manages to disarm both security systems I have in place. At last, he sets me down on the sofa and asks me what I would like for dinner.

I tell him Chinese, and he has it delivered, but while we are waiting the 50 minutes for delivery, he runs a hot bath for me to soak in and wash away the grime from the hospital stay and the events that led up to it. While I'm soaking, I have music playing softly in the background, and I’m trying my best to keep my mind off of anything to do with Elijah and what he might do if he gets his hands on me again. The worst thing I’m trying to avoid is what I am going to have to do to keep my loved ones safe. When I come out of the bathroom wrapped in a pink towel and my hair pulled up and wrapped in another pink towel.  I dry off and soon I’m in my comfortable clothes; an over-sized shirt, some boxer briefs, and yoga pants.

I go downstairs to find Garrett has the table set. The food is served and there are even candles lit in the center of the table. His chair is next to mine so we can have a romantic dinner, and the sweetest song is playing in the background. I could not even tell you what song it was because it was just an instrumental version.

Garrett walks over and takes my hand, kissing my cheek and then my lips. He tells me I look beautiful. I watch as he walks to the table, pulling me behind him. He pulls out my chair and allows me to sit before taking a seat himself. A true gentleman. How lucky am I?

We make small talk as we eat, and every once in a while he’ll feed me a bite of his food.

“Babe, why are you not eating?” he asks as he moves closer to me and kisses me on the cheek.

“I’m sorry. It’s hard to eat when I know either Millie or Elijah will try and do something. I know you think I’m crazy, but the look in her eyes when she found out that Edwin died was pure hatred. I always knew she was not my biggest supporter, and I think her telling me all the shit she did that day was just to make her look good. I know there will be major problems. She is not going to let this go. According to her, I killed her son. Yes, I guess you could say that I did, but I was tired of him hurting me and the people close to me. I will never forgive myself for them hurting VI, and I could kick her ass for going there in the first place. Is she fucking insane?”

“Okay, let’s deal with one thing at a time. First of all, you are safe. You are here at home, and there is safety in numbers. Second, VI is a grown woman, and you know as well as I do that there is no stopping her once she has her mind made up. And third, I would have done the same thing as her. She beat me to it. So if she is insane, I will be right there rocking in my straight jacket beside her. Come on babe...that was supposed to be a joke. You know,
ha-ha, funny.
”

“I just don’t see the humor in all of this. Wyatt was hurt, VI was almost raped, and you are over here cracking fucking jokes. It is not comedy hour at the Apollo Garrett. This is real fucking life. They are not sitting back and laying low. I will swear on my life that Millie is planning something. I can feel it.”

“Okay, so say you’re right babe. What are you going to do about it?”

“I won’t tell you my plans Garrett because I don’t want Officer Jernigan to get you with accessory to any of my possible crimes.

“I will not let you go half-cocked to deal with the crazies on your own. So I expect you to be honest with me. Kayla, I love you and I want to protect you, but I can’t do that if you won’t let me in on your plans. I am not some weak man, so please don’t treat me as one. I know you are thinking, I can see the wheels turning in your beautiful head, but I know I am not going to get any answers right now but I am telling you I will not drop this.”

“Okay. Garrett let’s clean up and then watch a movie.”

After we cleared our plates, we laid on the sofa together. I lay in his arms and finally feel myself begin to relax. I lift my head off of Garrett’s chest and kiss him softly, slowly, and seductively.

Garrett kisses me back with the same passion I am giving him, and he brings his arms around my body a little tighter. I lean up and grasp his face, and as I deepen the kiss, I am wanting more.

I want to feel him inside of me. No, I
need
to feel him inside of me. I whisper, “Make love to me.”

He smiles and says “Baby, you don't know how long I've waited for you to say those words to me. I thought I lost you, and when I got you back in the hospital, the only thing I wanted was for you to wake up so I can make sweet, passionate love to the only woman I have ever loved and will ever love.”

I am now sitting up and I am undressing him when he tells me to take it slow.

I roll us over, and he nudges my legs open and lays between them. He kisses my lips and moves to nibble along my jaw. Following the contours, he finds my earlobe and sucks gently. Never remaining in one place too long, he trails kisses down my neck and across my throat until he reaches my T-shirt.

He rips the shirt over my head and finds I’m not wearing a bra. His lips roam across my collarbone and then to my taut nipple. He plays with it a split second before taking it into his mouth. He sucks and flicks it with his tongue.

Garrett tortures me with his mouth while his thumb and forefinger are on the other nipple.

I am craving more and I have a tingling in my core. Garrett’s hands glide down my body, pulls off my yoga pants and boxers as his lips trail down my body, stopping to kiss in between my hipbones.

All of a sudden his head dips between my legs and he starts licking and sucking on my swollen clit. I feel one, then two fingers slowly slip inside of me massaging the front wall of my pussy. It drives me insane. I grab his hair and pull him in even more, wrapping my legs around his shoulders. As I begin to climax I call out his names, and he doesn't stop until I cum.

I glance down at him and he’s looking up at me, licking his lips, “You’re the best dessert I could ever fucking have.”

He then crawls back up my body and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I can taste my juices on his tongue and it excites me. I feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my core, and then he enters me slowly. I moan loudly, making him stop for a second. I want to enjoy this moment, I pull him closer so that he is now all the way inside me. We have a rhythm all our own, and I see fireworks in my head. This man knows how to make my body scream and quiver. We slow dance with each other, a dance only unique to us.

“God I have missed this,” I whisper.

He says “You have no idea. Your body was made for me. We fit perfectly together.”

We take it slow and make love to each other before we both collapse. Slow kisses from him send chills all over my body.

Garrett is on the side of me and pulls me into his arms, kissing my neck. Then he turns my head so my ear is right next to his mouth and he whispers “You're safe with me.”

I turn my head with sleepy eyes, give him a kiss, and all I can say is I love you. I hear him say I love you too, and then I must drift to sleep—the first restful sleep I've gotten since I've woken up. He is like a security blanket that I can wrap my soul in.

The next day I wake up in my bed, wrapped in Garrett’s arms. He must've carried me up to bed at some point during the night. I don’t even remember falling asleep. But after a night of love making, and just getting out of the hospital I was exhausted.

I know today is Edwin's funeral, and if I'm not there to see the evil monster go into the ground, never to come out of it again, then I will never truly have closure. I have to see it to believe it.

I know that I am not welcome, but I have to start to come up with a plan. When I try getting out of the bed Garrett wraps his arms tight around me and asks, “Where are you going baby?”

I give him a quick kiss and tell him I need to take a quick shower but today is the funeral and I have to be there.

Garrett jumps to his feet and screams “Are you fucking kidding me? You are not going to that funeral.”

I look him dead in the eyes and tell him if I don't go I will never have closure.

“Babe, you know you are not welcome there.”

I give him a small smile and tell him I have a plan and that I need him to be there by my side.

He walks over to me, kisses me quickly and says “I'm not leaving your side, no matter what your crazy ass wants to do. I will be right there with you.” He takes my hand as we go into the shower and emerge quickly, dressing in black. I am wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a charcoal sweater, and thigh-high boots. I grab a black jacket and get dressed to look the part of a person in mourning—not that I'm in mourning, but I don't want to stand out. I look the part of a grieving family member. I throw some water-proof mascara on my eyes and some simple pink gloss on my lips.

Before long we head to Lakeview Memorial Cemetery in Seattle. Garrett and I are keeping a safe distance and bringing flowers to an unknown grave. We act as though we are just there to pay our respects to that person. I look at the graves of so many people along the way. There are some celebrities buried here such as Martial-arts film star Bruce Lee and his son, Brandon Lee.

So not to draw attention to ourselves, we watch the services and I am shocked to see Jason Woodrow there. I’m even more shocked to witness a confrontation and words are exchanged between him and Seth.  I whisper to Garrett, “Look, Raegan’s dad is here.” I can tell this is going to be good.

I can hear Jason's raised voice saying, “If I would've raised those boys, my son would still be alive, but no, you had to raise them and let one get killed and the other be put in a medically induced coma. It’s because you can't control them and their actions,” then goes on to say “Millie never told me I was a father. I would have taken care of them had I known.”

Seth voice raises and tells him “Those are my sons! Get the fuck off of my son's grave, or I will have you forcibly removed. I have raised him since birth.” That's when Jason swings a right hook at Seth, who takes a step back and jabs Jason in the nose with an uppercut, knocking him to the ground.

After getting on top of Jason, Seth starts to pound him. There is blood on both of them, torn shirts and bruised egos.

Jason is able to roll them over and take control of the fight, beating Seth. Jason punches him in the ribs and then goes to Seth’s face which is bloody. Both men are winded.

Both men are saying
that was my son
. Eventually, some of the onlookers break up the fight that is sure to be on the ten o'clock news. With all the media surrounding this funeral, I’m sure they captured everything on camera. Millie is screaming at both of them, causing more of a problem.

Soon though, everyone leaves the cemetery and it is quiet. I am in tears. I am so angry and upset that I drag Garrett to the grave. I fall to my knees and start pounding my fist into the fresh dirt. I am taking all my anger out on the ground. Dirt is flying everywhere. I spit on the dirt, only to hit it again with my fist. I start cussing out Edwin for everything he's done to me, calling him a fucking bastard and I’m screaming how much I hated him. “You fucking prick, I hate you! I am glad you are dead! I hope you are enjoying Hell!”

I then feel Garrett’s arms wrap around me and he tells me, “Baby let's go!”

I say hell no, and I stand up, grab him, and kiss him with everything I have. I tell him I need him—here and now, hard and rough.

He looks at me dumbfounded, but he grabs and kisses me and says, “If you need me baby, you got me.”

I try to unbutton his jeans. But he stops my hands.

“No, not here. We are not going to have sex on this grave Kayla. I know that you are hurt and you have every right to be, but you are not going to sink to his level.”

“Garrett, please take away all the pain.” I slap my fist onto his chest.

“Kayla you can hit me all you want if that will make you fill better. I will be your punching bag.”