Lucky
The first sign that I have regained consciousness is the light beyond my eyelids.
I kind of wish it wasn’t there because the feeling of an ice pick being jammed into my brain reminds me that I have a head injury.
I’ve taken enough spills from my horse as a kid to know it will hurt even worse to move at this point, so I don’t even try.
The second sign that I’m back in the land of the living is hearing the panicked voice of Spencer and a woman.
It takes me a minute to recognize her voice as that of the field reporter from Channel Eight.
If I was dreaming, this would be a nightmare having the only person I’ve ever crushed on with a woman in front of me.
However, them wondering if it was safe to move me disavowed me of the notion of a nightmare.
They are both apparently here to rescue me from my own stupidity.
I was dumb for running in the woods at night. I know better.
“Little one, are you hurt anywhere else?” Spencer’s voice is right next to me, and I feel his hands roaming over my body, checking for injuries. “Open your eyes, baby. Let me check for a concussion.”
A concussion would definitely explain the jackhammer that has started demolition in my head. Hell, it might be an entire construction crew at this point. Maybe my father-in-law put out a hit on me and…
“Lucas Holloway, open your eyes right now!” Spencer demands, and I have no choice but to comply. I don’t want him angry with me.
The light from above makes the pain worse and I try to turn away from it.
A firm grip on my chin forces my head back to the pain inducing light.
The whimpers falling from my lips are completely involuntary at this point, but I won’t close my eyes and disappoint Spencer. Even with so much fucking pain...
“Shhh, Lucky,” he whispers softly. “You’re doing so well, baby. You can rest now.”
The hand on my chin goes from forceful to a caress, but I’m starting to feel the pain elsewhere in my body now. Why am I hurting so much? I only bumped my head…
It feels like fire is engulfing my left arm as someone lifts me off the ground. Oh, yeah. I hurt my arm. That’s where I first noticed the blood. The… blood…
“You’re okay, Lucky,” Shiloh’s voice comes from nearby. The relief is undeniable in his tone, but I also hear the fear. “Daddy Spencer will take good care of you.”
Daddy Spencer? I know I am not the most knowledgeable out there, but I am fairly certain that Spencer isn’t married to Shiloh’s mother. And there is definitely not a biological component going on…
“Kitty, don’t confuse him right now,” Spencer’s voice comes from the pillow I’m resting on. “You two, go ahead and get my car started. We’re going to the emergency room to get him checked out by a doctor.”
I start to shake my head, but it hurts too much. I can’t afford a trip to the hospital. Sabrina would never pay for it, and her father would withhold my pay. That means no more pizza.
“I don’t want to lose my pizza,” I whine into the pillow.
The pillow laughs at me, shaking and making my head hurt even worse.
“Pillows don’t laugh,” I say as my fist makes contact with the cotton under my cheek. “My head hurts more.”
The laughter stops abruptly, and I settle in to try and get back to sleep. Maybe I can get back to the dreams where I am free of Sabrina and her family… the dreams with the big house and crazy men, especially the one that makes my heart race in a good way. He’s the only one who has ever done that.
A woman’s voice keeps me from fully drifting off. I don’t want to hear her voice right now. Granted, she is not Sabrina, which is an improvement. But I still don’t want to be listening to the news right now.
“I think you need to get him to the hospital sooner rather than later, Spence. He’s not making any sense.”
The giggle I let out turns into a moan, but the lady made a silly rhyme. Maybe she can stay after all…
“Ave,” a sexy voice says with a hint of fear. “I’m gonna need you to drive.”
I don’t like the sexy voice sounding afraid…