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I couldn’t be here. I wasn’t ready yet. I’ll go back and stay with Elmo again. He
offered.
I picked up my unpacked suitcase and rushed out into the wintery air of
Harlowton, Montana. I tossed my bags into the trunk of my Mazda and jumped into the
driver’s seat. I had to get out before the memories came back. I slammed on the gas pedal
and reversed out of the driveway. I pulled onto the parkway and was going well over the
speed limit.
“Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way.”
I dug through my purse looking for my phone. I quickly took my other hand off
the steering wheel to unlatch my purse. I placed it back on the steering wheel and peeked
at the road to make sure I was still in my lane. I dug deeper into my purse, getting
frustrated.
There was a deafening honk and then I began to flip. I closed my eyes and
whimpered as the glass of my windshield broke and sliced my forehead. The airbag had
deployed. I pathetically tried to pat it down, but there were two cracks that caused me to
scream. My arm and leg had broken. The last thing I had heard was a man’s faint voice.
“Miss? Can you hear me? I need someone to call nine-one-one! Now!” Then I lost
consciousness.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep
I attempted to reach over and shut off my alarm, but there was something holding
me back. A warm hand touched my arm and my eyes fluttered open.
I looked around the white room, my mind not registering my location. My eyes
met the bright blue eyes of a muscular, blonde man.
His fingertips caressed my cheekbone and he pulled a chair to my bedside.
“How are you feeling?” He asked in a soft tone. His voice was so soothing and
relaxed.
“I’m fine, thanks. Who are you?” I asked, perplexed. I pulled myself up into a
sitting position. He smiled revealing a perfect set of white teeth. He was cute, but why
was he here?
“Theodore Hanks, but you can call me Teddy.” He held out his hand towards
mine and I shook it.
“I’m--” I began.
“Chandra Odetta Choverse.” He finished, interrupting me. I raised an eyebrow at
him and he flipped open my wallet.
“Thank you very much.” I said sarcastically, snatching it from his hands. Hair fell
in front of my eyes and he brushed it behind my ear.
“So Chandra Odetta—“
“It’s Chan.” I snapped.
“Like Sean?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah, but I spell it C-H-A-N.”
“Nice. So Chan Odetta—wait. So your initials are C-O-C? Like cock?” He
chuckled so loud that I began to get a headache. I let him laugh it out and waited a while
after he finished.
I sighed and said, “Yes, like cock. Grow up. How old are you?”
“Twenty five.” He smiled a crooked smile and I rolled my eyes.
“And why are you here?”
“Look, drop the twenty questions. I saved your life don’t you have something to
say?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes and moving his hand dramatically. I laughed and
nodded.
“I guess you’re right. Thanks Teddy. So, why are you here?”
He chuckled and shrugged.
“You don’t know?” I asked.
“I don’t have a clue. But something’s telling me to stay. So I am.” I glared at him
and looked away.
“Who hit my car?” I asked, still not making eye contact with him.
“Some old drunk douche.” I laughed at his term.
“But you were seriously speeding too. Where were you planning on going that
was needed for you to go ninety in a sixty zone?”
“No where. I was trying to leave somewhere.” I kept my eyes focused on the IV
in my right wrist.
“Is there a reason for that?”
“Yes, but I don’t assume that’s your business.” I growled.
“I guess not.” He murmured. “You broke your left wrist and your left ankle. Plus
you had to get stitches on your forehead, ‘cause the glass left its mark there.”
I raised my hand to my forehead and felt the gauze taped there.
“Well, this sucks.” I mumbled. He nodded and let his eyes wander.
“Anything I can get for you?” He asked.
I let my mind wander through the things I wanted right now. I blushed as my
stomach rumbled. “Yes, a Big Mac, large fries, and a large Coke. And my phone and a
mirror.” He chuckled and lifted my purse onto the bed.
“Somehow this survived. I can’t say the same thing for your car though.” He
smiled and shrugged. I pulled out my phone that was sitting at the top of the purse and
went through my notifications. As I saw the new message from Teddy my eyebrows
raised.
“You put your number in my phone?” He nodded blushing. I giggled and pulled
out my compact. I cringed at the sight of how weak my unusually pale face looked. I
grabbed a brush out of my purse and combed through out my knotted, straight auburn
hair. I took out some cream to put around my light blue eyes to make them look less
restless.
“Do you have Disney Land in their too?” Teddy asked, peering into my purse. I
lightly pushed away his head and gave my attention back to my phone. He stood up and
grabbed his keys off the table next to my bed.
“Do you need a nurse or anything before I leave?” He asked.
“Where are you going? I’m fine.”
“McDonalds like you said.” He chuckled as he left he room and I laid back down
and let my heavy eyelids droop shut.