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“Let’s just go!” I yelled.
Lou didn’t say anything else.
I couldn’t get out of the hospital fast enough. Back in our dorm room, I locked the door behind us and left Lou for my bedroom.
“Quin, are you okay?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I locked my bedroom door and sat in the furthest corner of the room.
I was going to give Cage’s dad what he wanted. I was never going to contact Cage again. If he reached out, I wouldn’t text him back.
I didn’t doubt that he would kill me. The look in his eyes told me he was capable of murdering everyone around me. Cage’s father was insane. I might have been falling in love with Cage, but was I willing to die to be with him?
Chapter 10
Cage
“The good news, Mr. Rucker, is that you’re young. With time to heal and rehab, you’ll be able to play football again,” the doctor said in a soothing tone.
“That’s good,” my father said happier than I was.
“The bad news is, the recovery time will be long. You are certainly out for the season.”
“This is his senior year. He wouldn’t have any more time before a draft to prove himself. No, he has to come back before the end of this season. I don’t care what you have to do.”
“Healing doesn’t work like that,” the doctor explained to my father. “It takes time. He couldn’t come back before the end of the season if he wanted to.”
“He can play. He’ll just be in a little pain, right? My boy has played through pain before. He’s tough.”
The doctor looked at my father with sympathy.
“I understand your passion for your son’s career. But, if he were to play before he’s ready, his return would be short and he could do damage that wouldn’t only threaten his long-term prospects, but could hamper his mobility for the rest of his life.”
“I don’t care. Fix him. Get him on that field.”
“Dad!”
“You need to get to that draft. I’ve sacrificed too much to have you not make it now.”
“He’s talking about me not being able to walk,” I clarified.
“I knew you should have entered the draft last year,” he said looking at me with hate. “I told you. You didn’t listen. Now, look at you. Crippled. Useless. A big sack of nothing.”
“Mr. Rucker, I would like to remind you that your son should be able to play football again. He can make a full recovery.”
“And, who’s gonna care?” My father spit back.
The doctor was getting a taste of what I had been dealing with my whole life. It was comforting to see the horror on the doctor’s face. It told me I had been justified in hating my father in the moments that I did.
“Don’t worry, Boy. You’re a fast healer. You’ve always been. You’ll play before the end of the season. Trust me.”
“I’m not,” I said before I realized what I was saying.
“Yeah, you are.”
“I’m telling you that I’m not. I don’t care if there’s no pain. I don’t care if I can dance for hours on it. I’m not playing again this year. I might never play again.”
“You will play again,” my father insisted.
