“Fuck.” I hit the tile, feeling the burn in my hand. When I bring my fist up, it’s puffy and red. The pain reminds me of the last three years. Tilting my head back, I grab my throbbing cock with my sore hand and jerk it hard until my balls tighten. The searing pain causes me to explode; thick ropes of semen shoot out. I lean my forehead on the cool tile and let the water soothe me and calm my breathing. Turning off the water, I open the large glass doors and step out.
That will go down as the worst masturbation session in history. I’m angry again. How am I going to get her back?
Lexi’s right. How am I going to get her to forgive and forget about the other women? And if she is not a virgin, which is a strong possibility, how do I forgive her? Fucking someone else. Giving a stranger my first!
Yeah, that hurts!
I reach for my heart and massage my tattoo. Grabbing a fluffy towel, I do a quick dry off and toss it in the corner. I throw on my clothes, not wanting to waste another second without her. Even if she hates me, I will win her back. I’m done waiting.
Once I’ve packed all my shit in my bag, I head out.
Looking over, I see Lexi’s door open. I stop and stick my head in to tell her I’m out.
“Lexi, I’m leaving.” Yet what I see makes me drop my bag.
She’s on the floor, her back to me, her skinny body slightly convulsing. I grab my phone and dial 911.
Turning her over, I notice her lips are blueish. “Come on, Lexi. What the fuck!”
I slap her, and she responds slightly, yellow liquid dripping from her mouth and onto her white carpet.
I tell the operator the address and pick her up and bring her downstairs. Dimitri and Anna are dancing. In his loud voice, he sings in Russian. A few of our classmates are drinking shots of his favorite Russian vodka. Cans of Beluga caviar are strewn across the table, sitting open. “My God, Lexi!” Anna screams, breaking away from a stunned Dimitri.
“What happened to my baby?” She is clinging to her, almost bringing us both to our knees.
“Anna, it’s okay. The ambulance is on the way.”
If she understands, she doesn’t let on. Her wailing is alarming. As I look around the large room, faces crowd in, everyone whispering or crying. Some even have their phones out.
I make my way to the large couch by the window and gently lay Lexi down on her side. Fluid comes out of her mouth again. People scream in disgust.
I hear my dad’s voice behind me. “That’s it, son. Keep her on her side. We don’t want her to choke. Is she breathing?” His calm voice is soothing; it wraps around me like a security blanket. “What happened?”
A siren pierces the air. My body almost collapses in relief at the welcome sound of the ambulance arriving.
“I have no idea. Maybe she took something.”
Dimitri is wild, his anger and grief causing him to trash his living room. He’s throwing glasses at the pale blue walls. Liquid trickles down them like rain. The table with the vodka and caviar has been thrown on its side. I feel like I’m in a dream. Everything is somewhat slowed down.
I look over at the open doorway. Jax is talking to one of the paramedics. Somehow, hands are pulling me back. Someone gives her an injection and her eyes open.
I glance over at Anna and Dimitri. They are kneeling and praying. At least I assume they are praying since I don’t speak Russian. Suddenly a gurney lifts Lexi and they rush her inside the ambulance. Poor Dimitri and Anna trail behind trying to talk to the paramedics.
Guests with stunned faces are talking to me. I only need one though, and I don’t see her. My mom wraps her arm around me. “Reed? Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”
I look down at her worried face and nod.
Dimitri and Anna get into the ambulance, and sirens blast from the driveway.
“Jesus, I have no idea what she was thinking.” I stare at my parents.
“I’m sure she will be fine. Come on, son, we should follow and meet them at the hospital.”
I look at Jax. “Tess?”
“She went home about an hour ago.”
“Good, let’s go.”“Is there a Reed Saddington here?” I open my eyes. Trying to focus on sitting up, I look around. All of my family is sitting or sleeping in the uncomfortable chairs. We are in the waiting room at the nearest hospital.
Clearing my voice, I answer, “That’s me,” and I stand, towering over the shorter man. He smiles and introduces himself as Lexi’s doctor.
“Is she okay?” I ask.
“Yes, thanks to you. She said you saved her.”