Lilah

Chapter 6 Dangerous #2

Is he going to kiss me? Are we going to kiss? He despises me.

I've never been more confused in my entire life.

"Grey," a whisper leaves my lips as I raise my hand to his chest in a pitiful attempt to confusedly push him away. Or to just touch him, I'm not sure.

He doesn't like me. I know he doesn't. If there's one thing I'm sure about in my life, it's that Grey Kingston does not like me in any type of way.

I pull away. He lets me so, I think I was right.

It's now that I don't have the courage to look up at him. I'm terrified to see his beautiful black eyes glaring at me again.

I take a step backward and my foot catches a heavy wooden chair. I'm going down, I'm yelling timber.

I land on my butt and a terrible feeling breaks out in my knee. Here we go with this stupid thing again.

It gets sharper and it intensifies when I try to move it.

"You're pitiful, you know that?" Grey's deep voice travels down to me.

I bite my lip harshly.

Looks like this doctor trip is going to have to happen sooner than I planned.

I finally raise my head. I can tell the pain on my face is clearly visible. Especially considering how he takes a step toward me.

He holds out his hand for me to grab all while looking at me with a bored expression.

That's the nicest thing he's ever done for me.

I take ahold of his large hand but as I start to move, I have to stop and a whimper leaves my lips as my knee feels like it's going to fall off.

Well, this ain't good.

"Lilah, c'mon," he urges, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"I can't, Grey," I take a deep breath. If I'm passing out, I better do it soon, this hurts like a mother trucker.

He bends, his hand trailing up from my hand to my arm. My biceps, oh yeah, I bet he's never felt anything as strong as those boys.

"What is it?" he questions, looking over me for visible injuries.

"My knee," I whisper and he looks down at the scarred one automatically. He raises his hand over it.

"If you touch it, I'm going to cut your fingers off and cook them into a stew."

His eyes dart up to mine. A smirk reaches his lips and I almost gasp. Wowzer, he's attractive.

"Do you like onions? They'll be in it," I add, gritting my teeth together in pain.

~~~

"This isn't the orthopedist," I observe as Grey turns onto the driveway of a pretty colonial-style house.

I hate to think he's going to kidnap me, because how cliche is that? But, it's not looking too good.

"Grey," he ignores me.

"Grey-y-y," I drag out his name.

"Sugar?" he looks over at me and I smile internally. His hand on the wheel jerks to the left a bit and he purposefully runs over a pothole.

My knee moves and I wince in pain.

Apparently, he doesn't understand that my knee could actually fall off.

"Your pain tolerance is shit," he grumbles and I mock him silently. He has no idea.

He parks near the entrance of the house and I look up at it in awe.

"Is this yours?" I question.

"A friend of mine's," he actually answers.

"You have friends?" I question and he glares at me harshly before getting out and starting to walk to my side.

He opens my door and I unbuckle my seatbelt. Just like at the store, he lifts me with no problem.

Beginning to go up the porch steps, my leg wiggles a bit and I grip the back of this shirt tightly.

"Where are we?"

"Dr. Wernier is a friend of mine who does favors for my guys sometimes," he explains and I listen intently.

"Who are your guys?" I ask and he stays quiet for a while.

"Friends," he replies.

I wish I had that.

He presses the doorbell and steps back to wait.

"Sorry if I'm heavy-"

"Shut up," he cuts me off.

"You didn't have to do this," I start.

"I know how expensive medical bills are," he replies and my mind goes off into a wondrous state.

I know how expensive they are too.

The door opens.

"Bos-"

"Karter," Grey cuts him off and Karter looks at me, confusion on his face.

"I really like your house, it's nice. You must have a lot of money. You're Dr. Weiner, right?" I smile and I can feel Grey's eyes on me. Karter shakes out of it and smiles. He can't be any older than thirty.

"Dr. Wernier," He corrects, "and yes ma'am."

"She's got a hurt knee," Grey informs him, walking inside when Karter holds the door open. I look around the gorgeous house until I'm carried into the living room and sat on the dark leather couch.

I nearly punch Grey in the throat when he doesn't even consider my knee's injury while bumping into it to sit beside me.

I look down at my slightly risen up skirt from me sitting down. Next thing I know, a dark red couch pillow is shoved onto my bare legs.

I look up at Grey only to see his eyes focused on the stone fireplace, his jaw clenched.

"How'd you hurt it?" Karter sits down in a kitchen chair that he brought into the living room, right in front of me.

"She fell over a damn chair," Grey answers for me and I giggle at how much of a mountain-man he sounded like. He always sounds like that when he grumbles.

"Have you injured this knee before?" he questions and I sigh. He bends his back slightly, picking up my leg ever so gently. I keep it straight and he sets my foot on his lap.

He winces at how swollen it is already.

"...Yes," I leave it at that.

"Tell me how..."

"Azalea," Grey inputs for Karter.

"My patella was shattered and I tore my ACL too," I finish and they don't say anything.

"How long ago was it that you had your knee injuries?" Karter asks.

"A year and a half," I reply quickly.

"Well you got fucked up didn't you?" Karter speaks and that wasn't I was expecting him to say at all.

"Sort of," I agree. He doesn't even know half of the injuries I had.

"It's common to reinjure your ACL within two years after the repair," he explains and I hold back a groan.

I don't want to go through that physical therapy again.

"I can tell that that's news you don't want to hear," he smirks.

"You're darn right," I grumble, now noticing how Grey is fiddling with the hair tie on my wrist.

"It's possible you tore it again," he rips it off like a bandaid, "especially with a quick movement like falling over a chair, unfortunately."

Like heck it's torn. Not again brother.

He moves his hand forward to touch my knee.

"Touch it, I dare you," I narrow my eyes at him, feeling Grey's eyes on me once again. Karter looks between me and Grey.

"What a match," he mumbles under his breath.

"Just let me sit for a bit and I'll be better in no time," I say unconvincingly.

"Lilah-"

"Lilah? Oh," Karter raises from his chair giving Grey a little look.

Grey glares harshly and Karter just walks through the doorway and into the kitchen.

"You can't wait out an ACL tear-"

"I can, and I will," I cut him off, crossing my arms stubbornly.

"Don't cut me off," he grumbles, narrowing his dark eyes.

"Now is not the time Sugar, I'm already fired up," I narrow my eyes right back knowing darn well he hates that name.

"Fuck off."

"I can't, I'm crippled you freaking crack head," I fire back and Karter laughs loudly from the kitchen.

Where did that come from?

~~~

I open my eyes with a struggle. I remove my head from Grey's shoulder and hold back from wincing.

"You sleep like a fuckin' rock," he grumbles.

"How long was I asleep?" I question.

"An hour and a half," he replies unhappily. I'm actually surprised he let me lay on him for that long.

I look down and see a blanket draped over my lower half.

"Your ass was out," he clenches his jaw and I blow my cheeks out to keep them from blushing.

"It was a good sight wasn't it?" my eyes widen slightly at what just flew out of my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I see him turn to me. I turn to him and he's giving me a look.

"I'll tell you if you take the blanket off again," his face stays emotionless but his voice gets a tad deeper. My mouth goes dry and my heart speeds up. God, he confuses me.

I debate removing the blanket. I'm going wild.

I stick my hands down the blanket and fix my risen skirt before removing the blanket.

Karter enters the room. The blanket is thrown back over my legs.

I turn to see Grey glaring unhappily at him.

"Who fucked your shit up?" Karter motions to my busted lips. Those must be his favorite words.

"Someone bumped into me last night," I answer and Grey lets out a sound of disapproval.

Karter remains quiet for a moment, looking between my eyes.

"Grey," he begins, turning to him, "did you know I just got my degree in behavioral science a couple weeks ago? I wanted to expand my mind so I decided why not?"

My breath lodges in my throat. I turn my head towards Grey to see his eyes already on me. His eyes trail up until they stop on mine.

"That sounds lovely," I whisper to Karter.

"What um, what does that entail?" I question nervously.

"Human interactions, expressions, thoughts, lies," I drag my eyes back to his.

I'd think that's the coolest thing in the world if I hadn't just lied to his face.

Maybe I'm just such a good liar that he didn't notice. I'm CIA trained after all.

"That's super duper fun," I smile, "I should go."

I sit all the way up, keeping my leg straight.

"I would recommend staying off your leg. Go home, get rest, and if it doesn't ease up, go to your orthopedic," he informs.

"Of course," I give a nervous nod to which he smirks at. He knows he made me nervous with that.

Sudden strong arms under my body shock me out of my nervous trance.

Grey's rippling muscles tense underneath me as he stands straight up, carrying me like I weigh no more than a feather.

Which is false. I weigh 2 tons of feathers. Well actually, two tons of feathers would mean they weigh two tons. So I weigh 111 pounds of feathers.

"I weigh 111 pounds of feathers," I blurt out as Grey carries me to the front door.

"How often do you feel you blurt things?" Karter questions, tilting his head respectfully.

"Fuckin' often," Grey grumbles for me and I giggle softly.

"I'll take that as an all-the-time," he nods.

I say my goodbye to Karter, Grey stays mostly silent.

"You're quite dramatic," I whisper to him and he halts his steps as he arrived at the passenger side of his Jeep that I honestly love so much.

He grips my chin, pulling my face so that I'm looking directly at him. Closely, might I add.

"Don't test me Lilah," he grounds out but I hardly listen to his words too focused on his mouth as he talks.

That is until he jerks my chin up so that I'm not looking there anymore.

"Don't," his voice goes dark and I roll my bottom lip into my mouth.

His conflicted eyes leave mine and I keep my eyes on him as he stares away almost as if he's having an internal battle.

About what? Maybe about what to have for dinner tonight. Chicken or steak? Maybe even spinach or regular lettuce?

"You need to go home," he finally says something and my heart deflates in disappointment and fear.

"I don't want to go home," I whisper to myself.

He sits me in the passenger seat before going over to his side. I keep my emotions at bay although I'm terrified to go home.

And to make things worse, I can't even run away from him.

That sends tears swarming in my eyes.

"Can you take me back to the store?" I keep my voice strong.

"It's closed," he answers shortly and my eyes flick to the clock to the front of me above the radio.

"Do you want a milkshake?" I question him, my voice taking on a new, shakier tone.

He glances over at me.

"No."

I don't want to let him see how desperate I am to not go home. But I just can't go.

"Grey, please," I plead softly.

"Lilah, I have things to do," he says darkly, "the world doesn't revolve around you."

I don't notice the lone tear the makes it's way down my cheek. Like I said, my big girl britches have flown out the window and are missing.

"What the hell's the matter with you now?" He grumbles unhappily.

I look out the window and see we're about to pass Cobblestone Park.

"Pull over," I tell him.

"The fuck are you telling me what to do fo-"

"Can't you stop being a brat for five seconds? Pull over," I glare at him, fed up with his absolute crappy attitude for right now.

He pulls over angrily and I just now realize I can't even walk. What the heck is wrong with me?

Just that sends another tear running down my cheek. I am so done with everything.

I'm pathetic and pitiful, he's right.

"Come over here, take me out of this car, and sit me on that bench over there," I point to the bench outside my window and a little ways down the sidewalk.

I don't know who I think I am ordering him around but right now I could care less.

"I'm not leaving you on a fucking bench," he sneers.

"Why not? You hate my guts so why not leave me out on a random park bench to maybe get kidnapped-"

"Shut the fuck up Azalea," my name rolls off his tongue in a nasty tone.

"No, you shut up," I regret it as his eyes turn so dark.

"Why don't you want to go home?" His eyes stay deadly as his tone turns the same way, "What, do mommy and daddy not love you?"

I raise my hand to slap the living daylights out of his beautiful face but he catches my hand in the air.

Oh God, that's worse than me even slapping him.

"I can make you dread every breath you take, don't fucking test me," he leans over to me, making sure I understand each and every word that he said.

What if I already dread that?

"Enough," his tattooed hand reaches over to me, wiping the tears from my face.

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I've been enjoying my summer as it has just started so, I'm super sorry for the long wait. Hopefully now they will be a bit more regular!

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Word count: 4559

-Ashlyn M.