Chapter 23 Retaliation #2
At least this room isn't nearly as ugly decorated as hospital rooms. It's got style.
The door opens and Grey walks through. It takes him a second to look up at me and when he does his face visibly relaxes.
I move my hand up and touch my face, I nearly throw up at the pain that explodes in my cheek when I do but I feel stitches.
Stitches. What a bad-butt I am.
I run my tongue along my bottom lip, the lip which got most of the blow, and I find it's got a huge bump from where it was busted open.
"Am I so pretty?" I mumble sarcastically, pronouncing the t's in 'pretty' so goodly. Obviously not. I look like Frankenstein I bet. Well actually, Frankenstein's monster. Frankenstein was the doctor who made the monster.
"Always," he takes a seat on the side of my bed, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"No, it's not, shut up," he lifts my hand kissing the top of it.
"Who got to see my amazing bod' when they put me in this?" I wiggle my brows looking down at the new sweatshirt that I'm wearing.
Oh my Jesus Christ in the morning. I'm not wearing a bra.
"Somebody got to see some seriously good stuff, let me tell you, was it you, you little hooker? You got to see it all. I mean all," I ramble.
"Karter's wife," he says and I nod. He missed out. And I missed out on making a mother trucking friend, too busy being stupidly passed out.
I feel like my legs could run a mile. Just my legs.
"What drugs am I on? Can we turn the dosage up? My face hurts like an elephant just stomped on it," I groan.
"Karter get the fuck in here," Grey's lovely language just lights up my life. Karter, aka, Dr. Weiner, waltzes in.
"Which amazing drug has my mind feeling great? Did you give me crack?"
"Are you an addict?" he questions.
"I like drugs."
I look at Weiner. He looks at me. I wink at him. Then wink nonstop about 11 more times.
"Is she having a seizure?" Wiener questions.
"You're the doctor, WeinerMan," I tell him, winking once more and making a clicking sound with my mouth.
"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" Grey grips my chin, turning my face toward him.
"I'll wink at you too," I wink at him. Then make the same clicking sound four times. Grey smiles. He smiles at me. A real good smile.
It bakes my flipping beans.
"Hey Weeny," I look at Weiner. He looks at me. I wink at him, make the clicking sound, and kiss my middle finger then show it to him.
"Jesus fuck, Lilah," Grey grips onto the finger and pushes my hand back down.
"What?" I question. I didn't do anything wrong.
With my other hand I raise my middle finger to Grey. I draw a heart in the air with the finger. If I drew the heart on paper it would be purple because I would like it to be.
He grabs that finger, releasing my other hand. His face breaks out into a smile and he lets out a beautiful, deep, and melodic laugh.
"You gave her some good shit," he leans to me kissed my temple.
"He did give me good shit," I nod holding my fist out so Weiner can give me a fist bump.
"Azalea!" Grey looks at me, his eyes wide, "don't say that word."
"Shit, my bad," I tell him.
"Holy fuck. I can't believe you said that," Grey chuckles then pauses, "don't say that word, got it?"
"Got it fu-" he places his hand over my mouth.
Weiner appears to be appalled. I pull away from Grey remembering my face hurts.
"Listen here Dr. Wenis, my face hurts give me some more pain meds please and thank you. And you should throw in some LSD."
"Dear God," Karter shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh hey, can I sit up? My back hurts," I grunt.
"I guess-" Karter starts.
"You guess? Oh gosh, you aren't even a real doctor, are you? Are my stitches on the correct side of my face Grey?"
"No," he tells me seriously but I can tell he's kidding because I'm on drugs. Hopefully.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?" Karter asks.
I don't even know who I am. Let alone what numbers are.
"Who's asking?" I narrow my eyes suspiciously.
"What?- Azalea do you hurt?" he chuckles.
"I'm about to have a heart attack if you don't let me sit up," I warn.
"You can sit up," Karter nods.
I try to sit up, it may not look like it because I don't move, but I tried.
"Somebody pull me up," I reach out and Karter pulls me up.
"My back's on fire," I groan and Karter's eyebrows furrow.
"Why?"
"You didn't see it?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"See what?" Grey asks suspiciously.
"My killer boobi-" Grey grips onto my hipbone and I thrash.
"Ouch, crackhead," I raise my fists like I'm gonna fight him.
Man, I feel good. Tired, weak, and smexy.
"Grey, look," I motion to my back. He pulls up the back of my sweatshirt and I feel him tense.
Karter moves to the side and he looks too. I just close my eyes and let a sigh escape. After forever of hiding that, it feels kind of relieving to show it.
"I'll be back," Karter leaves the room and Grey lowers my shirt. I look over to him.
"Azalea, tell me," he sighs.
"You already know who Grey," I say defeatedly.
"Your dad," he states. I feel stupid emotions creeping up on me.
"I'm sorry," I bite my wiggling lip.
"For keeping it from you after we made that agreement to not keep anything from each other. I kept the biggest possible thing from you."
He leans over and kisses the side of my head.
"I don't want my dad to go to jail. My family is already messed up enough, I don't want it to get worse," I sniffle.
"But you know what's gonna happen now," he keeps his voice calm and quiet. He's going to prison.
"The fucker's going to prison, not jail," he nods and I sigh.
"I know," I whisper.
"You need to tell me what happened," he smooths down the back of my hair from where I was laying.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
"He calls me a murderer," I start, "he says that I killed Jake. And that it should've been me who died, instead of him."
"For some reason, I just couldn't stand hearing it anymore. I told him I didn't kill him. He went off."
"He's never punched me before but he did. He always wears his class ring on his middle finger and that's what did that," I point to the stitches on my cheekbone.
"And then when I was on the ground, he kneed me in the mouth," Grey wipes the tear under my eye.
"You didn't blackout, you remember it all?"
"He's a freakin' weakling, he couldn't even knock me out. Loser. I'm The Rock, you can't knock me out," I pat my chest.
Grey's dating The Rock reincarnated as a small woman/child.
"I almost passed out," I simmer down.
"What about your back?" he says and I sigh, looking over at his beautiful dark eyes.
"He started hitting me with his belt about a year ago. It's gotten worse. Harder, and more hits for smaller things," I explain.
"Like when he finds out you're with me," he whispers.
"Yeah," I hesitate.
"I should've fucking seen it before," he curses and I shake my head.
"Don't shake your head," he argues, "that time when you wouldn't let me touch your back. How fucking stupid could I have been?"
"Grey-"
"And that bruise on your cheek the first time you stayed at my place, fuck," his jaw tenses.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," I criss-cross applesauce my legs.
"I'm hungry," I grumble.
"Jonas' bringing pizza," he shoves his hand under my sweatshirt. Is he gonna feel me up? Go ahead.
"Jonas? He'll probably poison my pizza," I groan.
"You'll be fine," he kicks his boots off and gets the rest of the way onto my bed.
I'll be fine? Excuse me? Tell that to the poison control center.
"Yes, go ahead, take up more than half of my bed, you're welcome," I pat his back. He scoots right up next to me and he lays down. Trying my best to get comfortable, I lay my head where his arm meets his shoulder.
His cold, gargantuan hand comes to rest under my sweatshirt and on my bare stomach. I wiggle a bit and sigh at the uncomfortable feeling my jeans are leaving me in.
Who the heck let me sleep in these?
I force my hands under the covers and I unbutton my pants, and I let out a sigh once they're unbuttoned.
"Is that an invite?" his hand travels lower.
"An invite to where? Can I come?" I get a little excited. We best be talking about a party. I'm ready to party.
"Fuck," he whispers. He places a gentle kiss on my non-Frankenstein-monster cheek.
"Why'd you unbutton your pants?" he sighs.
"I'm a bit of a chunk so they were digging into my stomach," I pull up my sweatshirt, showing him the mark my pants made on my stomach.
"Shut up," he glances at me unhappily. I lay down carefully and sigh.
"I'd never hurt you, you know that?" he kisses my temple.
"I know," I smile softly, "I can't believe Jai thought you did this to me."
"Just wait 'till he comes in here," his voice takes on a playful tone.
"I won't hurt you either, y'know," I chime, "I'll make sure to never headbutt you since you don't know how to dodge them."
"Goddammit."
"It's okay Grey, we all have weaknesses," I speak therapeutically.
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I finish the last slice of pizza and Jai applauds me, his bruised face and all. I guess that's what Grey was talking about.
Grey hasn't moved since he got in my bed. I still don't know where I am but I could care less as long as he's here with me.
I'm in love.
No question.
No 'right?' at the end of the sentence.
I'm fully in love with him.
There was no big realization. I just took a huge bite of my pizza and looked over to see him giving me a little smile and I thought it like it was a 043normal thought.
'I love him' was all there was to it.
Of course, I haven't said it aloud yet. I'm still a little droopy in talking but not in thinking. I wouldn't want him to not believe it.
Anyone who still wants to be around me after seeing what I'm like when I'm by myself deserves an award.
In Grey's case, that award is my wonderful love and affection, and butt smacks, and sex jokes, and all my body's scars, and my odd music taste, and my pizza-eating skills, and most importantly my boobies that are maybe a little small, but fine to him.