Fighting to open my eyes, everything seemed to be a blur.

I was aware of hushed voices engaged in a heated discussion and strong arms carrying me bridal style. Jayden Alexander Collins , You better not be bringing any more floozies in-. Oh my god, what did you do! Mom, there was an accident with the bikeStraining my ears to hear what was going on I was worn out. Darkness tried to pull me back under and I closed myself and tried to enjoy it.

Darling, its time to wake up. Its 2 p.m. A gentle voice whispered in my ear. Surprisingly, it didnt match the vicious shaking I was receiving. This is probably how it feels to be a vibrator. Just one minute, Mom. I moaned into the feathery goodness that was the bed. Hands seemed to be all over my body shaking me and I didnt try to resist the inevitable. Slowly I opened my eyes to see to blue smurfs with wide grins running out of the room. Holy Cow, Im seeing doubles. I groaned, disoriented by the pounding in my head and what I took to be double vision. An peal of amused laugh rang out in the air. No, these are Noah and Nathan. I asked them to help me wake you up. Their bit of a handful and a right pain in the arse but I love em! I glanced up to see a pleasant faced lady beaming at me. Umm..thats nice . Now, could you please tell me who the hell you are, where the hell I am and why the heck I have this bandage on my head, before I scream rape. Lady you dont want to mess with me. I said, the pitch of my voice rising with every word until I resembled a banshee, giving my own self a second headache. By now, I was shaking and had backed up to the headboard. I had no idea where I was, who she was and why I was here. Instead of a reply, kidnapping-stranger/caring-mother of twin smurfs/ possible psycho drew a chair over by the bed and sat down.

I guess you might be a little disoriented so let me clear things up. My names Sharon Collins. Im, Jaydens mom and well, honey, last night Jay hit you down. He called a friend and he brought you to our home in their jeep. Im a vet, not a GP, so I dont know what he thought I could do but I patched you up as best as I could. You had a deep cut to your forehead so you lost a lot of blood. Thats probably why you went into shock. She mused. That made sense. I remember being hit down and losing consciousness and I had a faint recollection of being brought here by the guy, probably Jayden. Maybe I can trust this lady; after all, she looks like a younger version Betty Crocker. She cant be harmless. Verbally, I voiced my thoughts, Well, I guess I have to believe you. You dont seem like the type of lady to run a prostitution ring or something. Well, you look like you could be a part of one. She muttered to herself. She didnt just say that. This mofo obviously wants to start something. Well look here, you Madonna reject. Damn, my inner voice is ghetto. But thats exactly what I felt like saying. I shot her hurt looks which she pretended not to see. I sighed, then looked down at myself finding myself having to agree with Sharon. My short blue dress and heavy makeup were alright for night performances but probably made me look like a hooker in this plainly furnished and well lighted bedroom. The 4 inch stilettos someone had laid beside the bed probably didnt help either. As I was lost in my self-pity, the sound of the creaky bedroom door opening jolted me. Coming through the door was the sexy stranger, I mean Jayden, who had tried to kill me. I was filled with anger at the sight of his handsome face and felt the irrational urge to rip his throat out rise within me. A load scratchy voice seeming to belong to a 90 year old emphysema patient screamed out, YOU STUIPID SON OF A BITCH. Sharon and Jayden turned their eyes to me, filled with confusion and amusement and, on Jaydens part fear. Wait was that me??