CHAPTER 21
BELLA
“Damn, boo! Dude fucked you up!” Victoria Storm teased way to close to Bella’s face.
“Move, bitch. Your breath stank.”
Victoria laughed and took a seat in the chair next to her bed. “Really, though, how are you feeling?”
Bella struggled to sit up. She had no intention of entertaining Victoria while lying on her back. “I feel like I got beat the fuck up.”
“Too bad I wasn’t there to save you… again.” Victoria goaded.
Bella rolled her eyes and muttered, “Yeah, too bad. Who let you in?”
Victoria grinned. “I brought you some things.” She pointed to a vase filled with lilies on a table across the room. “I guess you’re supposed to bring those for the sick and shut in.”
“Thank you, Victoria.”
Victoria grabbed a bag from the floor and handed it to Taylor. “Now, this is what you need.”
Bella looked inside the bag and frowned. “What is this stuff?”
“Pull it out,” Victoria insisted.
Bella reached inside and pulled out the first item. It was a pair of resistance bands. The next item she pulled out was a stress ball.”
Puzzled by the strange gifts, she looked over at Victoria with knitted brows.
“To increase your arm and hand strength. We need to get you trigger ready for when we find out who’s got it out for you.” Victoria nodded toward the bag. “Keep going.”
Bella reached in the bag and pulled out a tube of some kind of ointment.
“Arnica,” Victoria offered. “It’s for bruising. Keep going.”
Bella dipped back into the bag and pulled out a Ziplock bag filled with… “Weed?” Bella questioned with a raised brow.
Victoria smiled. “It’s for the pain.”
Bella laughed. “You know I can’t smoke weed. You trying to get me fired?”
Victoria smacked her lips. “You know you’re about to be off work for months. That shit will be out of your system by then.” Victoria snatched the Ziplock bag. “As a matter of fact. I’m experiencing a bit of knee pain right now.”
Victoria reached into the bag and pulled out a pack of Top rolling papers.
Bella burst into a bout of painful laughter. “You know how roll a joint?”
Victoria nodded. “Um-hmm. Mrs. O’Malley, my friend slash nanny, taught me how. She claims she uses it for her cataracts.” Victoria giggled. “That bitch ain’t got no cataracts!”
Bella struggled painfully to roll onto her side. She rested her face on her fist and raised a brow at Victoria. “Well, shit, gon’ and roll it up.” ?