Nessa (Broken Sisters #1) (11 page)

"Nessa I just wanted to check and see how you are and maybe talk a little so less of your lip would be great." Oh no he didn't. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Talk are you kidding me? The time for talking may have been the morning you kicked me out, not a month later when you find out I'm in here. I don't need nor want your pity so leave Taylor." I'm so angry at this stage I just want to get up and beat him.

He growls, "I'm not here out of pity. I just want to talk to you damn it."

"Well did it ever cross your mind that I don't want to talk to you." Why won't he leave already. He lets out a long breath in a very dramatic sigh.

"I don't know how to do this, ok." Huh?

"Do what? You don't have to do a damn thing but leave so you should get on that." This man is just not going to leave.

"Can you just give me a damn minute woman, I'm trying to say something."

Eh how about no! My head is starting to hurt and I smell bad and I just want a painkiller and a wash, that's not to much to ask is it? But no, I get a God damn fight with the man I'm sure I feel something for but don't know what. To be honest I'm pretty sure I hate him but there is something else—when he's around I don't know if I want to punch him or hump his leg. I can't think straight right now. He needs to leave.

"Look Taylor, I've been hit on the head with God knows what by God knows who, so my head is just not able to deal with your shit right now or actually ever. So can you please just leave?" I'm shouting at this stage and my head is hurting.

"Fine I'll go, I don't want stress you out. I really did come to talk and to make sure you're ok. I've been worried and couldn't stay away any longer. We are gonna talk later, Nessa. Understand that." Ok he's just not going to give up.

I'm fuming when I look down and realise I'm still holding the magazine. I throw it at him. "Go back to your blonde and leave me alone!" I shout which cause pain to shoot right through my head. I grab my head and bend over trying to lessen the pain. It hurts like hell. Before I know it Taylor is beside me.

"Jesus what's wrong? I'll I get the doctor." He sounds terrified. I'm saved from answering when Stacey arrives.

"What the hell did you do to her!" she shouts at Taylor and presses the button for the nurse.

"I'm fine, I just got a pain in my head. It's easing though, I must have moved it the wrong way or something." When I look up I notice Taylor has backed up a bit but he is still looking really worried.

"You can leave now," Stacey tells him. He looks like he wants to say something but with the look she throws him, he nods and leaves.

The nurse arrives and tells me its normal after a head injury to suffer from some severe headaches but they will ease off once I'm healed. She gives me some painkillers to help. Once I'm a little more relaxed Stacey turns to me.

"Why was Taylor here?" she questions.

"He wanted to talk," I say weakly, the painkillers seem to have kicked in and I'm starting to feel tired again.

"About what?" she throws back.

"I don't know, I didn't ask. I just asked him to leave, so drop it." I'm a little bitchy because I hate him but I missed seeing his face and that is causing my poor head to throb even more.

"I'm sorry I was just surprised to see him." Shit, now I feel bad.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just tired and I really wasn't prepared to see him either," I say apologetically.

"Don't worry about it. Do you want to have your shower now or later?" she's asks but I don't get to answer because Dr. McGrath comes in.

"Hello Nessa. All your tests came back and they're prefect so we can let you go home."

I jump up in my bed. "Yes! I mean, I like it here but eh I just want to go home."

"Don't worry everyone feels the same. I'm happy to see my patient's leave too." He laughs then continues, "Your head might be sore for a while so I suggest you take a week off work and give it some time to heal. I also have some painkillers here for when you get a headache, but only take them if you need them. They're very strong and will make you sleepy."

He leaves and I'm so happy I get to go home to my bed. Oh I can't wait. I turn to Stacey and say, "Take me home bitch." She laughs and we start getting my things together. Once we have everything we head home.

I'm so excited to go home but that turns into fear when I reach my apartment door. I freeze unable to go inside.

"What's wrong Nessa?" Stacey asks.

"I don't know what actually happened to me or who did it. What if they come back? Maybe we should go to a hotel," I say as I turn to leave.

"It'll be ok. I had the locks changed and the apartment manager added and an alarm system free of charge. Isn't that great? It's going to be fine," she tells me confidently. I turn back and when she opens the door, I slowly walk in. It looks the same.

"Stacey, what was taken?" She looks at me confused so I continue. "You said it was a break-in so what was taken?"

"Nothing seems to be touched so the guards reckon they might have only gotten in when you disturbed them." Something's off, I just can't put my finger on it and my head is too sore to think right now. "Don't worry about it Nessa. It's going to be a bit weird to be back here but it will be ok." She smiles gently and adds, "Do you want a shower?" Good plan.

"Yes. You're going to scrub my back, right?" I wink at her.

"Ha you wish. I'll just be making sure you don't fall and break your neck," she says laughing.

"Glad you think that's funny." I laugh with her though. I manage to have a nice long shower without falling and I feel so much better but I'm exhausted from my pills that all I want is to go to bed. Just as I climb into bed Stacey comes in.

"Hey, I have to go into work in the morning. There is a big event I need to supervise. I've texted Ray and he can come over in the evening. Do you think you will be ok in the morning? I can find someone to take over from me if you're not ready to be alone." She looks stressed by again. Her work is important so I tell her I'll be fine, more like spend twenty minutes convincing her, but she agrees to go to work. She leaves and I'm so tired I drift straight off to sleep.

When I wake the next day it's one o'clock. I've slept more than twelve hours straight. Wow that's never happened before. I get up to make coffee. Just as I'm about to sit down there's a knock on the door.

I freeze I can feel the panic rising. I need to get a grip, burglars aren't going to knock. On shaky legs I walk to the door and look through the peephole. I see it's Taylor. Taking a deep breath I open the door.

"Nessa what's wrong with you?" I must still look panicked because Taylor is right in front of me. When I look back up at him he's very close and I take a step back.

"I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone. What are you doing here?" He just ignores my question though and starts ushering me towards the sofa. Once I'm there he goes back to close the door then sits beside me.

"What happened?" he asks concerned.

"I'm fine. Like I said I wasn't expecting anyone. I just had a moment." I try to sound convincing but my voice is shaky and I'm still shaking with nerves.

"If you were so damn afraid why the hell did you answer the door?" He is shouting a little and it causes me to flinch. Why am I being such a fucking baby?

"You can go," I say it and really want to mean it but I'm a little frightened to be left here. I look up into his eyes—he's actually pretty angry if I go by the darkness of them.

"I will not be going anywhere without you so you can remove that idea from your head and tell me where your phone is." Without me? My phone? He's not making sense and I don't even get to reply because the prick is back. "Phone, Nessa. Where is it? Now!" I jump at his tone. Is he seriously for real?

"What's your deal? Stop shouting at me! I'm freaked enough without you coming in here and fucking shouting at me. How about you just leave." I get up and walk over to the sink, I need a glass of water my mouth is dry. He's behind me in a second.

"I'm sorry Nessa I just don't like seeing you frightened. You can come stay at my place for a while. I just wanted your phone to ring Stacey but as you won't part with it I'll do it my way." With that he takes out his phone and barks orders into it requesting Stacey's number. Whoever he spoke to is good because once he hangs up his phone beeps with a message.

I just stand there in shock as he starts ringing Stacey. He argues with her for ten minutes while I just stand there. When he's done he walks back over to me and studies me carefully. He doesn't expect the slap in the face he gets.

"Taylor you treated me like a fucking God damn whore and throw me out of your hotel like a piece of trash. Do you know how that made me feel? I didn't expect more form you the next day because we had an agreement, but could you have treated me like a damn human being rather than a piece of dirt on the bottom of your shoe. And if all that's not bad enough, you come back a month later after appearing in every magazine with different women. To top off what a fucking gent you are, you come in when I'm only getting out of hospital barking orders and shouting at me. What the fuck is wrong with you Taylor?" I pretty much screamed my speech and he looks a little gob smacked. He goes over and sits on the sofa rubbing his jaw.

Ha! I hope it hurt the prick. Considering my hand is sore, I'd say it hurt a least a little.

"Nessa I…" he stops and puts his head down. I don't really want to fight anymore. My head is starting to hurt and he's just not going to leave so I take a seat on the couch beside him.

"Taylor why did you come to the hospital? Why after a month have you decided you want to talk? I don't understand it and I'm tired of fighting." He looks up at me and looks like he's struggling with whatever he's trying to say.

"I'm so sorry for that morning Nessa. I spent the last month trying to stay away from you. I should have known I was never gonna win that battle but I did try. My staff, family, and friends have been avoiding me because I've been a grumpy asshole. Then I hear some staff talking about you being in hospital and I thought I was gonna have to murder someone. I had to go straight there to see if you were ok. I can't get you off my damn mind you're there all the time and it's driving me crazy. The fact you were hurt when I should have been here. I don't know where this could go with us but I want to try. I want to look after you so please don't fight me."

What do I say to that? It doesn't even sound like Taylor the prick. My resolve is breaking down but what if I'm not enough for him and he throws me away or moves on? How am I going to deal with that—everyone seems to leave me eventually and I don't think I could deal with him doing that as well. I feel things for him, things I've never felt before. I still haven't figured out what it is or why but I know I could I risk losing my heart to him. I wish I wasn't so messed up maybe then we would have a chance.

Taylor breaks through my thoughts. "What are you thinking Nessa?"

Where do I start—oh hey I'm fucked up, people always leave you're no different. "I don't really know what to say to that," I say quietly. He gets up to start pacing.

"So you don't want give it a go?" He's getting angry again and I can handle that better than nice Taylor.

"I don't know what I want. Things aren't that straight forward for me. I'm fucked up Taylor and these past few months I've had so many changes in my personal life, I'm just trying to find my feet."

It's the truth. I still have things I need to figure out, my life has become a fucking game of Clue—the mystery of the attacker, the mystery of my father showing and then this man in front of me is just a fucking head spin altogether.

I look up at him he has his hand on his head in deep thought, when he looks up his eyes are soft.

"Nessa we're all a little fucked up and this thing with us is pretty fucked up but we won't know unless we try. I can't walk away so please don't make me."

Shit, he's not making this easy. I really want to, would it be so hard to try? Maybe if I just block my heart from it all till I see if I can get through this without my heart been shattered. Ha! Yeah right considering I'm pretty sure my God damn heart is already invested. I'm just not willing to admit that yet and what about all the woman he's been seen with? What if he can't stop seeing them? Has he slept with any of them since we've been apart? I want to give him a chance but I have too many things going through my head right now. Oh God can I do this? Maybe I can set some ground rules and see how he takes them or see how far he is willing to go for us.